Lanke Chess Edge

The gangster grabbed the head that was biting his neck with his hands, and tried his best to break it away. It looked more like he was holding the head.

In just a few breaths, the culprit's hands and feet were already weak, and the sound of "Woooooo..." became weaker and weaker.

After a while, the culprit lost all strength to struggle, and just twitched and twitched. In the end, there was only a withered and yellow corpse left on the ground.

The rain was still falling, and the surrounding ground was wet. Some wounded were waiting for the fighting to end. Many people were too weak to keep their eyes open due to the rain. When they were thirsty, they opened their mouths to catch a little rainwater.

Another person was lying on the ground in discomfort. He felt someone rubbing against him from behind, but when he turned around to look at him, Han bit his neck.

...

The fight not far away was still going on, and it was completely dark. Tonight, it was raining and there were no stars and moons, so the visibility was extremely low.

But after all, most people have practiced some martial arts, and after adapting to the darkness, their eyes can still see things more or less clearly.

A group of gangsters are not fighting each other to the death, they are also very experienced in this kind of opponent with martial arts, they use the advantage of numbers to fight, focus on consumption, and minimize their own losses.

But even so, more bandits were injured and killed than expected.

It's just that the group of people surrounded are definitely luscious, and more importantly, there are two women inside, which are really outstanding for the gangsters in this bitter cold place.

I haven't seen a woman for a long time, and sows are beautiful, not to mention the two women with outstanding protruding and bulging faces. They have been eyeing them two days earlier, and the other two or three women are not too bad. Zhou Zhengke's figure is not inferior.

In contrast, although ideas are tough, they are not too overwhelming.

In fact, from before the rain to the present, many robbers have already seen that the recovery speed of these warriors can't keep up.

Several leaders wearing bamboo hats were riding on horses, looking at the warriors fighting in the distance, they had used relatively less aggressive moves at the beginning.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if the martial arts are higher. People from the Jianghu are people from the Jianghu. Although they are also good at fighting, they don't know how to fight against groups that form an army."

Hearing the mocking sound of his companion, the other person answered with a sneer.

"That's right. The moves they used at the beginning were fierce and fierce, but they also consumed a lot of true energy. Although they killed many of our brothers, they couldn't change the overall situation. How likely is it..."

"Hmph, if it wasn't for the heavy rain, the bows and crossbows alone would be enough for them!"

While the few people were talking, their eyes swept over the formation of the gangsters, and they saw another person dragging a seriously injured brother out. This one didn't move when he was carried out, and he didn't know how badly he was injured.

...

There were two bandits who were responsible for dragging the injured brothers out of the battle group today. Today's fighting was indeed fierce, and there were at least 20 brothers who had dealt with them, not counting the dead ones.

The two dragged the unconscious man to the wounded behind, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Huh...huh...huh...so tired! Bazi was lucky, but he passed out, and I don't know if he was just pretending."

One of them wiped his face, wiped off the blood and muddy water on his face, and then raised his head to let the rain wash his face.

The other sat directly on the muddy ground, panting.

"Okay, it's nothing to be tired, we don't need to rush to kill today, at least it's much safer!"

"It makes sense, and we have saved so many brothers, they will share a little when eating meat, hehehe..."

The gangster who quenched his thirst after drinking the rainwater stopped suddenly while laughing. He felt that something was wrong, but he seemed to be unable to explain something.

It was the companion who spoke out about the problem first.

"Hey, why are you guys lying still?"

"Yeah! Hey, hey, hey... what are you doing? Falling asleep in the heavy rain? Old bird?"

The two pushed the nearest injured brother, this nicknamed Lao Que, he never held back his hands when fighting, and never suffered serious injuries. Today, it was just a sprained foot that was swollen. no problem.

But after pushing the person a few times, there was no response from the other party. The gangster who pushed the person suddenly felt that something was wrong, and stepped over the old bird's body to the other side.

He moved his eyes closer and took a closer look. Although the visibility was not high, he could still see that something was wrong with the wounded man. He touched the wounded man's chest with his hand and found that there was no heartbeat.

The gangster looked at his companion with an ugly expression.

"died!"

"Look at the others!"

There was no laughter on the faces of the two of them, and when they walked near the wounded, they either breathed their noses or felt their heartbeats. Without exception, they were all dead.

One of them felt the wound on the neck of the dead body while feeling the pulse on the neck. He was startled and tore some of the other's clothes to take a closer look.

"What kind of injury is this!?"

The other person also saw it, and the two checked several corpses again, and all of them had similar wounds without exception, and their faces changed drastically.

"Several leaders... the big thing is not good! The brothers here are all dead!"

"Come and take a look, the brothers here are not in the right state...!"

The voices of the two caught the attention of others, and immediately some bandits from the outside came over to check.

A burly leader quickly approached the corpses on the ground.

"Third heads, look at their necks, they all have bite marks!"

The third family looked at the person who was speaking, then knelt down on one knee and pulled open the skirt of a corpse. Because of the visibility, he could only see the wound on the neck but couldn't see it clearly, so he also reached out to touch it.

The bite mark is wide, but two holes are particularly deep.

San Dangjia touched the forehead of the corpse again, stroked the covered bangs, and saw several deep marks on the forehead, he compared it with his hands, which happened to be the angle of grasping.

The third master imagined a picture in his mind, something bit the neck of the deceased, and a hand with long nails was pressed on the forehead of the deceased, making him unable to move up, and at the same time, the nails scratched the deceased forehead.

Following this line of thought, the third master probed the chest and abdomen of the corpse, and after tearing off his clothes, he found another pressure mark and scratch, which obviously prevented the wounded from getting up.

'Great strength! '

This icy spring rain didn't make San Dangjia feel too cold, but at this moment, there was a piercing chill rushing through his body, and besides the tingling of his scalp, he even had goose bumps on his body.

‘This place is not suitable for long! '

This idea is extremely strong!

The third master didn't hesitate anymore, he directly pulled out the short whistle from his clothes, and blew it with all his breath.

"Di-di--"

The sharp whistle pierced through the rain and the night, and reached the ears of all the gangsters fighting, and also reached the ears of a dozen warriors.

Obviously, the gangsters eased their offensive at once, and many spears and halberds were stabbed and retracted, and many gangsters retreated.

This undoubtedly gave the warriors a lot of breathing room, but they would not fight back immediately, because they were really not enough to recover, and they were worried about being cheated.

Many people knelt and squatted on one knee with their swords in their hands, panting for breath.

"Ho... ho... ho... what, what's going on? Why are they all retreating?"

The brawny man holding the turban grabbed two snatched long knives and rested on the ground. He has always been the most powerful existence among the warriors, and he took the lead when fighting.

But at this time, a pair of strong hands were actually trembling slightly, but because of the rainy night, even the partners didn't notice, let alone the gangsters.

"No, I don't know, there was a whistle just now... Yes, could it be that someone from the army killed it?"

"It doesn't look like it! Come on, hurry up and rest! Ho... ho... ho..."

Some warriors seized the time to recover.

"How is everyone? Are you okay?"

"I can't die!" "Hold on, hold on..."

...

The warrior was panting on one side, while the other side was surrounded by bandits, two other leaders rode their horses towards the whistle, and asked the third leader before they got close.

"Third, what's going on? It seems that they can't last long!"

"Yeah, what evacuation whistle are you blowing? Is there any change in this dark and rainy night?"

The third child stood up and wiped his face, pointing to the surrounding corpses on the ground.

"There is something unclean, the injured brothers are all dead, each one has been bitten on the neck, this place is not safe, run away!"

At the same time as he spoke, San Dangjia had already stepped on his horse and pulled the rein towards the outside.

The two bosses who rushed over looked at the brothers beside them, and then at the way the youngest twisted his neck and rubbed his hands. They were obviously frightened.

The two even got off their horses to check on purpose, and confirmed the strange situation in front of them.

"Withdraw! Everyone withdraw!"

While the leader was talking, he had already pulled out the short whistle with another leader, and the third leader also picked up the whistle again and brought it to his mouth.

"Di----" "Di----" "Di----"

The three of them blew the whistle together luckily. Now, the gangsters who heard the whistle immediately reacted more obviously, and retreated to the outside one after another, not even maintaining the encirclement.

Several leaders shouted outside.

"Get on the horses, all on the horses! Those who don't have a horse sit behind the others, and the two of them can do it together!"

"Go, go, go..."

Many gangsters started running one after another, following the leader's voice, and then fled away together in the rainy night.

The group of warriors all watched this scene in a daze, unable to stop it and did not want to stop it.

"They... ran away?"

"We beat them off? We beat them off!"

"Hahahahaha...we won!" "We defeated them!"

The cheers ranged from sporadic to one after another, from unbelievable to extremely excited, and the joy of surviving after the catastrophe rose in the hearts of everyone.

After a while, the warriors calmed down from their excitement. Many of them were injured, and some were seriously injured. They urgently needed to find a place that could shelter them from the wind and rain.

Seeing a lot of corpses left by the bandits, the man in the turban and the two also went to search, hoping to find some suitable medicines and other supplies.

"Oops, uh..."

A gangster on the ground grunted, and immediately two knives were put on his neck.

"Hey, hello! Why, what..."

Frightened by the gangster with the knife on his neck, he looked around, there were no other brothers except the corpse, it seemed that his own people were defeated!

"Hehe, why don't you have those bandit brothers? Naturally, they were repelled by us!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!"

"Wait, don't do it yet!"

The turbaned man came over and looked at the robber on the ground.

"Where is there a place here that can shelter from the wind and rain, you'd better tell the truth, even your whole gang of robbers have been killed and injured countless times by us, if you want to survive, please cooperate!"

The gangster nodded hurriedly.

"I know, I, I know! There is a village up ahead, uninhabited, but some of the houses are in good condition!"

"Well, what's your name?"

The gangster swallowed, and quickly replied trembling.

"Ba, Bazi...my name is Bazi!"

. . .

In the deserted village, Ji Yuan put down the book in his hand, stood up and opened the door a little wider, letting the wind and rain blow on him.

Just now I heard bursts of special whistles in my ears. Although it was very faint, I definitely heard it right.