Qian Sanniang culled the bandits who broke through.

This seemed to be just the beginning, and bandits kept breaking in under the leadership of the old thief, and even bandits climbed up from the car.

The waders rushed up with short soldiers, and some studs put away their bows and arrows, pulled out their weapons to fight the thief.

There were two wings, and they all started a fierce battle.

On the right side of the Yang River, this side is the west of the official road. Going west is a stone bridge, a river dozens of steps wide passing by, with dense puddles and grass on both sides. Then there are swamps around the river, spreading one by one, puddles and ponds, almost connecting to the saline-alkali land on the south side of the official road.

So although there are bandits coming here, there are not many people. They should be more careful and not to lean too far, otherwise they may fall into a swamp pond if they are accidentally caught.

At first, some ordinary bandits came here, and there was a fourth-class defense of the Killer Team, and there were also a dozen young and strong men with their baggage team captain Sheng Santang, and some old and weak men with various weapons behind.

About dozens of bandits rushed over, and then a large number of them died tragically in the assassination of the spears ordered by General Yang Qian of the Arc.

They rolled down the slope, and some people's bodies rolled directly into the pond, dyeing the already turbid and dirty water inside red.

Even if the young and strong soldiers in the front row were old, there were still baggage teams behind him to help with the rescue, so after the war began, the defense here was steady.

Whether young or strong or old, everyone holding weapons in their hands, their morale is very high.

The turning point of the matter came when several thieves archers turned their attention to this side, and then they stood under the slope to shoot arrows.

In a short period of time, five or six casualties were killed and six more soldiers from Mr. Yang Qian's killer team, and even some young, strong, old and weak were shot in the back.

For a moment, Mr. Yang Qian didn't know what to do.

Although he had experienced several battles and his combat experience was growing rapidly, he had never encountered such a situation before him.

Fortunately, Yang He called out at this time, and several escort archers rushed to support him.

Mr. Yang Qian's heart immediately calmed down and knew what to do. He was about to let the remaining soldiers take the shield when Sheng Santang stepped forward without a sound.

The young baggage captain who had a blind eye looked firm. Under his guidance, seven or eight young baggage teams stepped forward, each holding shields, holding a detached knife or a waist knife in his hands.

Then, General Yang Qian's killer team, some of the filling supplies, were equipped with young and strong men holding spears behind, and then formed a battle formation with swords and shields in front and spears behind.

With a row of shields in front, they were no longer afraid of bows and arrows. Then, following Yang He's order, the spear behind them was stinged, the shield behind them blocked, the spear behind them blocked, and the shield behind them blocked, killing the bandits who rushed over suffered heavy casualties.

The corpse was flowing across the slope, and the continuous flow of blood dyed the ponds below red.

However, soon a group of bandits came under the cover of the sword and shield. When the sword and shield arrived, they projected a javelin and penetrated a young and strong baggage team beside Sheng Santang, with people and wooden shields, and then he rushed over to the ground with the shield.

With a sweep of his shield, he swept away the spear that was stabbed in front of him, and then rushed into the queue behind him, slashing and killing, and rushed up like a bandit following him.

The bandit's sword and shield suddenly slashed down, and the sound of heavy weapons slashing into the bones. The old and weak team holding spears screamed heart-wrenchingly, trembling, and kneeling down.

The sword and shield hand showed a grim smile on his face and looked at the man fiercely.

So what about spears?

He approached him, but he just entered the flock of sheep.

He shouted suddenly: "Kill!"

The bandit sword shield looked subconsciously and saw a man with a clothes that was not covered, his headscarf was so dirty that he didn't know the color. He was wearing a broken cloak and a man with a broken crossbow on his back shouted loudly. The heavy wooden stick in his hand was like a dragon, and it instantly stabbed towards his throat.

The bandit sword and shield hand could instinctively want to dodge, but the wooden stick was too fast and pierced out like lightning, hitting his throat.

The sound of cartilage shattering inside, the bandit sword and shield hand suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a mouthful of dirty blood splattered with the heavy blow.

Then he twitched and rolled to the ground, his Adam's apple was broken, and there was no possibility of survival.

But it was the wilderness refugee.

After killing the bandit's sword and shield hand, he opened his eyes wide open, shouted again, and hit the wooden stick in his hand hard.

It was the sound of bones breaking again.

A bandit holding a short-handed axe howled his heart. His left knee was beaten hard by the wilderness refugee, and all the bones on his knees were broken.

The bandit kneeled down, howling in pain, trembling hands, but grabbed the hem of the clothes of the wilderness refugee.

The wilderness refugee slapped a few times, but couldn't pull it out. He kicked the bandit out with one kick.

With a "hiss" sound, a large area of ​​his clothes was torn away as the bandits rolled away, and he was no longer covered in clothes.

He was about to look at his hem when he suddenly roared and his body shook, but his back was slashed.

He turned around suddenly, and with a roar, the stick turned with him, and the wooden stick was slammed away. A bandit screamed and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

But he slashed the wilderness refugee, and then his elbow was shattered by the wooden stick that followed. Then the wilderness refugee roared, poking the wooden stick in his hand hard, and the heavy wooden stick hit the bandit's abdomen.

The bandit squirted out blood from the internal organs, and its body bowed into a shrimp shape.

He was hit hard and his internal organs were bleeding. With the medical skills of this era, he would definitely not survive.

Then the wilderness refugees didn't look at him and pulled all the remaining clothes, revealing two long black legs.

With a roar, he rushed into the bandits, his gun was like a dragon and his stick was like a rain.

Seeing that the wilderness refugees were so brave, everyone around them showed a look of surprise, but they were also inspired. They all roared and rushed forward to fight with the thief.

The bandits who rushed up were retreating step by step, but at this moment, two more bandits rushed over under the bandits.

Everyone was a little panicked for a moment, and the wilderness refugees also showed a solemn expression. At this moment, Zhang Chujing arrived with the Winged Tiger Gun.

He raised his gun and glanced, and with a loud bang, a bandit's sword and shield hand flew out, and the white smoke filled his body, and the shield in his hand was broken into several pieces.

He twisted his left hand on the gun body again, turned a gun barrel, and the fire door above was facing the dragon head fuse.

He aimed at another bandit sword and shield hand and pulled the plate machine.

The fuse on the faucet fell down, and the goose feather medicine tube on the fire door was lit instantly. Another loud blast of smoke spewed out.

After the faucet fell, under the action of the spring structure of the mesh rope gun, it automatically returned to the position to be fired.

As expected, the bandit's sword and shield hand was also beaten to the point of rolling out. Blood mist came out of his chest, and Gululu rolled down the slope, then fell into the pond below, accumulated into the body inside, dyeing the pond water even redder.

Zhang Chujing twisted his left hand on the gun body again, turned a gun barrel, and changed a fire door.

He aimed at another bandit and pulled the machine.

There was a loud bang, and another bandit holding a short axe was beaten up in the air.

Then Zhang Chujing pulled the small fuse rope of the dragon head and rushed forward with his winged tiger gun.

Like his elder brother Zhang Chugong, his gun barrel is also inlaid with gun swords, triangular, made of fine iron, and wrapped with steel, locked on the iron hoop with bolts, which is shining and sharp.

When he rushed over, the bandits in front of him were stunned by his three guns. When they saw him rushing towards him, they all shouted.

The gun sword in Zhang Chujing's hand stabbed away suddenly, and the invasive sound of the sharp blade stabbing into his body, a bandit holding an iron ruler turned pale in an instant.

He trembled, trembled, and grabbed Zhang Chujing's winged tiger gun barrel with both hands, then fell to the ground, with a large stream of blood gushing out of his mouth.

Zhang Chujing rushed to support and killed several bandits in a row. Sheng Santang, Yang Qian and others were all excited. They shouted: "Kill the thief!"

They rushed towards the bandits in front of them with all the young, strong, old and weak, and the wilderness refugees rushed to the bandits, with both guns and sticks, and quickly knocked down many bandits.

Yang He accidentally glanced at the wilderness refugee was stabbing a bandit in the throat. He was in a stance, with his waist straight and his stick was like a big gun. His body was stretched out, his worn cloak was waving, revealing his big black legs.
Chapter completed!