Seeing that the villagers were hiding, Uncle Nine turned around and told Zhou Heng: "Little Brother Zhou, you should also go and hide, this group of horse thieves is extremely vicious and does all kinds of evil, I heard that Linmu Village, seventy miles away, was killed by them last time, and these people are inhumane." ”

"Uncle Jiu, don't worry, I have also heard of the evil deeds of this group of horse thieves, since I am here this time, I naturally want to take action for the heavens and eradicate this group of horse thieves who are the cause of trouble. Zhou Heng nodded in response.

"Well, then you wait and be careful!" Hearing Zhou Heng's words, Uncle Nine nodded, although he thought that Zhou Heng was the kind of young man who was just starting out, and his words were that newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, but he didn't hit him, but patted him on the shoulder and affirmed.

Zhou Heng nodded with a smile, then turned around and walked into the side of the woods, looking for a tree with a large trunk to hide his figure.

Silence returned to the woods, and the crowd waited quietly in the darkness for the arrival of the horse thieves.

Bang bang bang!!---

Suddenly, the ground began to shake slightly, and in the night, a mixed sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and the horse thief came!

Bang bang!!---

In the darkness, the people hiding behind the woods listened to the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but hold their breath, looking at the intersection between the trees in the distance one by one, and clenching the weapons in their hands. Speaking of which, these villagers are just ordinary farmers, and there is no one who is not afraid of death, and the reason why they take up arms to fight against horse thieves is because these horse thieves are different from ordinary horse thieves who seek wealth, in order to protect their families and property, so they have to come here to fight these horse thieves.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, everyone's attention was focused on the intersection over there, and Uncle Nine was also hiding in the dark, but he not only paid attention to the movement of the intersection, but also commanded the villagers to open the trap.

After a while, the gang of horse thieves finally appeared at the intersection on horseback.

I saw that there were not many of these horse thieves, only seven or eight, but they were all riding tall horses, wearing black cloaks, clothes mixed with animal skins and linen, and holding swords and axes and other sharp weapons in their hands, galloping wildly, full of wild primitive atmosphere, and rushing towards them with malice and murderous aura.

Looking at those horse thieves, Uncle Nine instinctively frowned, slowly raised his hand, and motioned to those villagers to watch his movements and listen to his command, ready to put down the mechanism.

Looking at the calm and calm Uncle Nine, Zhou Heng couldn't help but nod secretly, no wonder Uncle Nine could lead the villagers to resist the horse thieves, in addition to his usual high prestige in the village, he was not in a hurry when he encountered it, and his calm response was also the reason why the villagers trusted him.

Uncle Nine has been calmly observing, until those horse thieves ran to the area where they set a trap, Uncle Nine raised his hand and waved it violently, and then the villagers who had been prepared over there immediately pulled the rope in their hands.

Sou!

A row of bamboo poles, about a meter long and sharpened with wood, were buried in the earth, protruding from the ground, blocking the way of the horse thief.

"They're ready, let's go!" The horse thief was shocked when he saw the bamboo pole suddenly erected in front of him. Knowing that he had been ambushed, the leader of the horse thieves shouted in an incomprehensible barbarian language, turned his horse's head, and tried to turn back and retreat back the way he came.

But since he wanted to ambush them, how could Uncle Nine not think of this. They turned their horses' heads, and with a "whoosh", another row of bamboo poles blocked their way, and then a group of men who had been prepared shot at them with earthen bows and arrows, and forced them back.

"Drive! Drive......

As a last resort, the thieves turned their horses' heads around. Rush forward.

There were people in front of the road, and there were pursuers behind, and those horse thieves naturally couldn't stop in place and wait to be rounded up, so they suddenly clamped their legs on the horse's belly, and controlled the horses under them with superb riding skills, and the horses neighed. There was a violent shock, and then the four hooves jumped, and he jumped over the one-meter-high bamboo pole and escaped.

"Kill, don't let them run---"

Seeing the horse thief rushing over, the villagers who had been hiding in the bushes shouted, lit torches one by one, picked up weapons, and rushed towards the horse thief.

Zhou Heng naturally can't lag behind. Seeing everyone rushing out, he also rushed out of the woods with the peachwood sword in his hand.

"Surround them, pull them off, don't let them run!"

Because of their preparations, some of the villagers did not carry swords, but took lassos made of bamboo and hemp rope and put them around the thieves' necks one by one, trying to pull them off their horses.

These horse thieves were caught off guard, and one by one they kept waving their swords on their horses to prevent themselves from being caught by the villagers, for a while. There is no time to fight back.

At this time, a man who seemed to be the leader of the horse thieves who was dressed differently from other horse thieves saw this situation, a terrible cruelty flashed on his face, and when he touched his hands in his arms, two small ball-like things suddenly appeared in his hands. Then he threw it violently, and the two small balls thumped in the air, turning into several powder-like parts, and threw them fiercely at the villagers surrounding the horse.

Papapa!! the small ball of powder, as soon as it touched the skin of the villagers, it made a burst of noise.

The villagers who were thrown by the powder suddenly let out a terrible scream as if they had been splashed in the face by sulfuric acid.

"Retreat, retreat—"

When Uncle Nine saw that the villagers were injured, he immediately looked at the horse thieves vigilantly, and shouted to the villagers to withdraw behind him, and then the torch in his hand was drawn to the ground, and the firewood that had been buried in the ground suddenly ignited, separating the horse thieves.

After the horse thief saw that the villagers could not take advantage of the raging fire, the leader of the horse thieves, a female horse thief, shouted and pointed in the direction where there was no fire, and fled on horseback.

Zhou Heng also hurriedly helped pull the injured villagers to a safe place behind them and put them on the ground, and Uncle Nine hurriedly ripped off their clothes to check the injuries.

Uncle Nine ripped off their clothes, only to see that their injured chests were burned by heat.

"Master, how are they, are they okay?" the security captain Ah Qiang asked with concern as he looked at the injured villagers on the ground with painful faces.

"It's not easy to do, they're warlocks and the like, and they have some weird spells, so everyone be careful not to get hit. Uncle Nine looked at the situation of the villagers' injuries, frowned, took out a box of ointment from his body, opened it, and smeared some black ointment on it.

"Brothers, let's take revenge!" Ah Qiang saw that the villagers were taken care of by Uncle Jiu, and he also relieved himself, pulled out his firewood knife, shouted, and led the villagers to chase in the direction where the horse thief had just fled.

He was not afraid of the horse thief escaping, just now the horse thief fled in the direction of not catching fire, in fact, it was a gap specially arranged by Uncle Jiu, and a trap had already been set up on the road in that place waiting for them.

"Uncle Nine, what is the likes of warlocks?" Zhou Heng asked as he looked at the villagers who were slowly recovering from the injuries on their faces after being smeared with ointment by Uncle Nine.

Uncle Nine put away the ointment, asked a few villagers to help watch, stood up and explained with Zhou Heng while chasing in the direction of the horse thief's escape: "Warlocks, as far as our Maoshan righteous path is concerned, it is a person who does not learn and has no skills, these horse thieves are not as simple as ordinary strongmen, they will make some strange evil sect techniques, and be cautious when dealing with them later." ”

Zhou Heng and Uncle Jiu quickly rushed to the place where the villagers and the horse thieves were fighting, only to see that all the horse thieves were forced to get off their horses at this time and fight with the villagers, although the villagers were numerous, but these horse thieves were all fierce and abnormal, and the villagers took knives and guns to cut off the horse bandits, and the sparks flashed, but they could not cause a trace of damage, as if the horse bandits were all invulnerable, and for a while, the villagers were killed and injured.

"Master, you can't cut it in!" Ah Qiang saw Uncle Jiu coming, and looked at the firewood knife that he had cut on the horse thief in his hand and was missing a few mouths.

"The side door is left, it's useless to just chop!" Uncle Nine looked at those horse thieves, jumped out suddenly, leaned over and swept on the leg of the horse thief, and after the horse thief fell, he crushed him under him, and then bit his finger with one hand, wiped his finger on the knife, and was about to cut on the horse thief, but the horse thief jumped up from the ground and broke free of Uncle Jiu's trap.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's movements, Zhou Heng also remembered the way to deal with these horse thieves, that is, to "draw blood with blood", and looked at Ah Qiang beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled.

"Oh, alas, what are you doing?" Suddenly feeling his hand being grabbed, Ah Qiang was startled, and looked, good guy, this guy who originally thought he was a horse thief spy was actually grabbing his finger and bleeding.

Zhou Heng didn't care about Ah Qiang, cut off his fingers, regardless of his struggles, and directly smeared his blood on his peachwood sword.

"Uncle Nine, I'll help you!"

The blade was smeared with blood, watching the horse thief break free from the control of the ninth uncle, Zhou Heng's body moved, and the peachwood sword was sent forward, and in the horse thief's somewhat disdainful and proud eyes, it was dragged up and down his neck.

Poof!

A puddle of blood gushed out from the thief's neck, the thief's eyes changed, he clutched his neck in fear and disbelief, and made a bellows-like sound in his throat, "Frightened", and fell to the ground with wide eyes.