Jianghuxing

There was a bandit guarding the gate of the wall, who had drunk too much wine and was leaning crookedly on the wooden fence and sleeping with half-squinted eyes.

I untied the cloth bag on the knife and put it in my arms, thinking that I would wipe the sleeping thief with a knife, but suddenly I had another thought: Don't kill a good person by mistake, then I can't tell.

But the young man's body is still on the road, although he is good, but after all, he is here to kill the thief first, and it is not an exaggeration to say that both sides are reasonable.

I looked into the village beside the sleeping thief, and heard the sound of women wailing and weeping, and the noise of a group of men laughing and laughing. I looked inside along the fence, but it was all out of order.

At this time, the bandit at my feet woke up when he heard the movement, raised his eyes and asked me, "What are you doing?"

I kicked him down and plunged him into the throat. The smell of blood splattered on the fence next to me, and I barely managed to avoid it, but my body was somewhat stained with a foul smell.

Since there was no room to make a move, the little hesitation in my heart was swept away.

I climbed into the cottage from the side and sneaked up on a few loose-guarded bandits. Finally it was discovered, and there were more and more people clamoring for more and more people in the backyard of the mountain in front of me, and I roughly estimated that there must be about thirty or forty, about the same number as the number of people chasing me and the girl in the flower dress that day.

At that time, I still dared to run for my life, but now I have dared to touch the door myself to seek revenge and ask for directions. I don't know what happened these days.

We started fighting.

Most of the rogues in the mountains are the evolution of the people, not to mention any martial arts, at most relying on the strength of the people to oppress the weaker people.

I have been using knives for a long time and have come to a conclusion: knives and guns are different, and most of the people who make guns have fancy gun racks and complicated routines, plus the weapon has a long attack distance, as long as it is pulled away, it is generally quite stable. And the knife is not good, almost with the face of the person, this knife is half a trick in the half, this knife should make ten percent of the force owed three points, a knife can not kill the other party may be in his attack range and then return you a sword, even if he dies, you will suffer. What's more, it's still this kind of scene of fighting more with less.

So I didn't even dare to use the knife technique of the robe, and I was full of strength to kill the pig three times, and take the lead in terms of momentum and battle. It didn't take long for me to scratch a little, but I had already killed more than half of the thieves in the village, and the rest of the people were still hesitant and didn't know whether to leave or stay.

An older bandit shouted at the back, "There's a hard stubble coming! Wake up the boss!" "

As soon as I hear it, there must be a boss who cares for the house, or where would a group of rabble rob the people and grab food? Kill them all together, or even if all these little minions are killed, the worst one runs away, and he can still win over a group of idle people and become thieves who rob houses and houses."

The two clever bandits immediately responded to the call and went to the back to call people, looking diligent, but in fact they didn't dare to fight me again.

The scene cooled down for a while, and I thought to myself that I couldn't let them breathe, in case there was a powerful character, not to mention much more powerful than me, even if the martial arts were similar to mine, plus the miscellaneous soldiers of these helpers, it would be enough for me to feel uncomfortable.

I went up in two steps and slashed the old fritter with a single blow. Then there was a chaotic fight in the cottage, until the two clever minions brought their boss here, my hands were so sore, I could barely hold the knife, and my body was full of wounds that avoided the key point but were scratched by threes and threes.

The king of the mountain was tall and fat, with a string of fist-sized prayer beads hanging around his neck, and the flesh on his chin fell to his neck, and his bald head was oily and shiny, and he felt a little shaken when he staggered over.

I was so shocked that this fucking guy was the biggest he'd ever seen, unbelievably big, and with a huge belly exposed, I suspected he could slap me to death without a weapon.

The fat head snorted with wine, as if he hadn't woken up yet. The two younger brothers carried a long black knife for him, I don't know what it was made of, but looking at the hard work of the two anti-knife younger brothers, I knew that this weapon was not light.

The fat leader opened his eyes vigorously, looked at me, looked around at the dead people on the ground, and opened his mouth to ask, "What did you do?"

I saw that he was gradually regaining his senses, and I thought that if he was attacked by this Roshan with weapons, I was afraid that I would not be able to take a knife. I didn't answer him, but rushed over with the knife in my hands and slashed at his belly that was shy outside.

What happened next made me terrified: I had slashed not a hundred but fifty people with my nine-ring goose wing knife, and I was absolutely sure that I could cut people in two with this strength. A few days ago, when I used a big knife to chop wood, I also thought about the strength, strength, angle and skill of the knife, and I thought that I would have to make a big hole in his stomach with all my strength, and then the fat and blood intestines flowed to the ground. Who knew that the knife seemed to have slashed into the skin of the beast, and instead of doing any damage, it ejected my knife more than half a foot.

I took a few steps back, and was swept up by the dead man, and fell to the ground. The fat leader looked down at a white mark on his belly, and suddenly became angry, and snatched the long knife from the shoulders of the two minions, and swung it around his side, and the two minions were cut off before they could run, and crawled to the ground and died in their mouths.

I crawled backwards with my hands and legs on my feet, twisting and propping myself up. I heard a loud bang behind me, and thought it was the fat leader chasing after me. My knife is still on the ground, and if I go back and pick it up now, I will definitely be knocked over by him. I had no choice but to bypass him first and then find a way to come back and get the knife.

After a few steps forward, the wound on my body began to tear and hurt, and I realized that there were not many good places on my body recently. The flesh that had just grown was scabbed and scratched or touched in another direction a few days later, and I complained to Lu Bu because of this, he just laughed and ignored me, Zhang Liao heard it and said, "Look at your hypocrisy, not all those who come out to dance knives and get guns are like this." After these thin skin and tender flesh places on your body are scarred layer by layer, your martial arts will also be refined!"

I listened to the back of my head blowing like a north wind, so frightened that I threw myself forward and fell to the ground, which was considered to have escaped the surprise attack of the fat leader. He was tall, fat and bulky, but he couldn't stand up to his height and legs, and he was as big as two steps to top me in one step, plus his arms were also long, and he made a Ugin slashing saber, and the range of attack from this knife was about as far as that of Second Brother Guan's dragon knife!

I ran around on the ground like a fowl, and the fat leader was so tired that he was panting and breathing after a slash, because his body was too bulky, and he was too tired to run such a short distance. This also gave me a buffer, and I took the opportunity to find out where my knife had fallen, but unfortunately it was at the feet of the fat leader.

At this time, I suddenly thought, if only I could pass through Yang in a hundred steps with one hand. At this distance, you only need to stretch your bow and pull the arrow, and you can ensure that an arrow can pierce the eyes of this fat leader.

Thinking of this, I slowly crouched down and picked up a piece of dirt. The fat boss probably guessed what I was thinking, and his eyes widened, presumably he didn't think I dared to do it. I thought it was ridiculous in fact, but I threw the dirt on his head under his eager gaze, and bounced an arc high.

The fat leader rushed over with a scream, the knife in his hand fluttering like a praying mantis. My heart trembled when I heard every foot on the ground, and the branches next to me seemed to tremble.

I bent down and didn't move, and when I saw what he was coming from, I sprinted backwards in the direction he came. The saber shaved over my head with a gust of wind, and I felt the coolness and strong wind on my scalp, as if someone was pulling my hair from behind.

I rushed to the place where the fat boss was standing and picked up my knife, the fat boss was panting where I was standing, pointing at me with one hand but unable to speak, his face was distorted, his face was purple, his throat seemed to be stuck with phlegm, and he coughed violently.

This makes me think that I don't need to fight with this big Roshan, I just need to slip him back and forth like this to slip him to death. If I don't have any shortcomings in my mouth, I can't say if I can scold him to death.

The fat leader was angry, and finally spoke: "You kid don't run around like a dog, you have the ability, you are a hero's ......" The fat leader couldn't keep up, and held his stomach and gasped for a while before continuing, "It's a hero, you and I are really doing it!"

"Am I a hero?".

I'm confused. How does the word "hero" sound like the title that these mountain people who have fallen into the grass to crown themselves. I have to be a hero, the kind of hero who will eliminate the harm of the rich country and the peace of the country for the people. Since the annexation of the state to suppress bandits last year, Zhang Liao and I have followed Lu Bu to do so many good things for the people, and how much time has it been ruined by these guys who occupy the mountains and are kings.

It seems that it has always been like this, there are always people in this world who care about the people and care about the common people, and always want to start from the overall situation and the interests of the people, do some good things, help some people, help some people, so that those who are lonely and weak in this chaotic era can live in peace. But there is this kind of leader who only cares about his own selfish desires and eats fat heads and big ears, relying on his own advantages to trample on all the roads that his predecessors have worked so hard to pave and destroy, and finally becomes a criminal paradise of murder and arson.

One such person is not terrible, and ten of them are not a threat. The fear is that there is one such person every other mountain, and every two villages there are a dozen or dozens of people who follow him. In the long run, there will be chaos in the world.

If these heinous people live happily and happily, then where will those good people who abide by the law go to redress their grievances?

I was angry in my heart, straightened my sword and shouted at him: "Then watch carefully! Otherwise, you will not be blind

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