How can a group of villagers armed with hoes and sickles repel bandits in a near-regular military configuration?

The reality is not those nonsense anti-war dramas, rural villagers with no military literacy can use the terrain of the village to eliminate a well-armed bandit when the number is not advantageous!

When it really came to the intersection of knives, it was good to have a few villagers who saw the blood and corpses and had the courage to resist, and they were not scared into soft-footed shrimp.

If there is no foreign aid, Huangquan Village, which is surrounded by this nest of bandits, will undoubtedly be slaughtered.

It was at this critical moment that a person descended like a god to save Huangquan Village.

It's just one person, one spear, and a nest of bandits!

According to the woman's description, the man's marksmanship was comparable to that of a martial arts master, and he could stab several spear sparks with a shake of his hand, and accurately stabbed the bandit's throat, eyes and other fatal places without protective gear.

Even if they weren't stabbed, they were just bumped into by the spear in their hands, and the bandits all fell to the ground vomiting blood as if they had been hit by cattle and horses.

The bandits' most relied on military formation was full of flaws in front of him, and the man's spear made it impenetrable, and the bandits couldn't hurt him, but they were killed by the shots he stabbed from time to time.

The bandits, who were standing farther away, tried to steal cold arrows from all directions, but the man seemed to have eyes on his back, and the arrows were either cleverly dodged or knocked away by the spears, to no avail.

The frightened bandits who were killed completely fled after dropping dozens of corpses, and the man was covered in blood, but he was unharmed!

At first glance, this seems to be more dreamy than the Anti-Japanese War drama, and others will definitely think that women are bragging, but Xuanwei believes that there is such a number one bull.

According to Xuan Wei's understanding, the grandmaster of the national art world is not unable to be a hundred, and the national art is cultivated to the depths, almost a humanoid killing machine!

And in that era, it coincided with the rise of the national art world, and there was no shortage of masters in the national art world who stood up to defend the country and kill the enemy and save the people and the country.

The master who saved Huangquan Village was most likely a grandmaster who practiced national arts.

"The one who saved our village back then was the ancestor!" the woman said in a stunned tone as she looked at the place where Fang Cai's hair was burned to flying ashes.

Xuan Wei was stunned, only to feel that this turn was too big and too urgent.

In other words, the stiff hair that was solved by Xuan Wei just now was transformed by the national art master who saved Huangquan Village back then?

What happened in the middle of this, why did that Guoshu Grandmaster die in Huangquan Village and become a hairy zombie?

"The old ancestor single-handedly killed the bandits, and although the bandits were broken, there was still the possibility of a comeback. The old ancestor was worried that once he left, our village would suffer from the revenge of the bandits, but he could not stay in the village for a long time to protect him, and after weighing it, the old ancestor made a rather risky decision. The woman ignored the growing doubts in her mind, and talked about the events of the year to herself.

Without thinking about it, Xuan Wei guessed that the man was afraid that he was planning to break into the bandits' lair alone and completely eradicate this scourge once and for all.

"It took the old ancestor two or three days to find out where the bandits' cottage was, and on a rainy night, he wore a hat and carried the spear in his hand, and sneaked into it alone. The woman continued.

Xuanwei's heart suddenly changed, maybe this was the turning point of the matter.

"The next morning, the old ancestor returned to our village, but he was in a very bad state! The spear that the old ancestor regarded as his life was broken, and he held only half of the spear in his hand, but the head part of the spear was missing. The ancestor himself was even more ashen, his anger was like a gossamer, and the whole person seemed to have aged dozens of years overnight!" The woman's voice was a little shocked.

The master of Guoshu is full of qi and blood, the bone marrow is full, and the internal organs are stronger than ordinary people, but if you pay a little attention to health preservation, it is not difficult to live over 100 years.

Overnight, a Guoshu Grandmaster in the prime of life actually became such a state of dying?

Seeing the ancestor who staggered back to the village, as if the end was approaching, the villagers hurriedly stepped forward to help, and called the village's doctor with rough medical skills to diagnose the ancestor. The doctor looked at it for a moment, and said that the vitality of the ancestor was extinct, and he was powerless to rejuvenate himself. After a while, the old ancestor completely lost his breath and heartbeat, and he didn't even have time to explain his last words. ”

At this point, the woman's eyes were already red.

The villagers are grateful for the kindness of the ancestors, and they are even more ashamed in their hearts, and the only thing they can do is to wear linen and filial piety in the whole village, hold a funeral for the ancestor, and bury him in the village. From then on, the old ancestor is no longer an outsider to our village, but an ancestor who must be remembered!" said the woman with a solemn face.

It is true that the villagers of Huangquan Village are stubborn and ignorant, but this sincere gratitude is still as simple as ever even if it has been passed down for several generations!

"Wait a minute, you just said that you held a funeral for him and buried him?" Xuan Wei suddenly asked.

According to Xuanwei's previous inference, Huangquan Village seems to have a unique custom of making dried corpses, which is different from what the women just said.

The woman nodded, then shook her head again, and explained: "The villagers held a funeral, and they are indeed preparing to bury the ancestor in a big way, so that he can be buried in peace. But on the day of the burial, a spirit master from the village who claimed to be able to walk in the yin and yang worlds came!"

Walking in the two worlds of yin and yang?

Xuan Wei almost couldn't help laughing, he didn't dare to threaten to communicate between the two worlds of yin and yang, let alone go back and forth between the two worlds freely!

The spirit master told the villagers very firmly that the ancestor was not actually dead, but was in a state similar to suspended animation, and if he was really buried like earth, there would be no chance of rejuvenating the dead wood. The woman said.

"The villagers believe this?" Xuan Wei said incredulously.

At first, the villagers didn't believe it, but the spirit master said that he could let the old ancestor temporarily return to his soul and did it on the spot. As a result, a miraculous thing happened, the ancestor lying in the coffin actually sat up after the spirit master's practice, and also got up and walked around twice, and then lay back in the coffin again. Seeing is believing, all the villagers saw that scene with their own eyes, is there any fake?" the woman argued.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Xuanwei's mind, and the key puzzle pieces that had not been completed before were finally in hand!

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, if Poor Dao is not wrong, after that spirit master proved that your ancestor is not dead, he should have pointed out some doorways, right? For example, if someone in the village has passed away, it must be made into a dried corpse and placed on his left and right?