Everyone involuntarily looked up to the sky, and by the light of the fire, they could see that at the end of the torch was a small bag tied to it.

"Don't let the torches fall to the ground!" As if sensing the great danger hidden in this small torch, a man hissed, but it was too late.

There was a lead on the torch that stretched all the way to the bag at the end of the line, and the moment the torch was thrown out, the lead was already burning, and the wire was sizzling like a viper, burning into the small bag.

Just as the torches were still about a man and a half height away, and some of the fast-moving people had already jumped up to kick the torches aside, the fuse finally burned to the end.

"Boom!"

I only heard a loud sound, and the whole space seemed to shake a few times, and the bag behind the torch suddenly burst open in the air, and sparks splashed everywhere, indescribably gorgeous and magnificent.

In this magnificent spark, the group of people directly below the torch were directly blown away by the violent air waves, and fell several feet away.

And those outside the range of the torches rang out at the same time with heart-rending screams and wails.

The little bag didn't contain anything remarkable, just a smashed crockpot and some broken porcelain pieces in it.

However, under the explosive power of the thunder bomb, these broken porcelain pieces played no less role than bullets.

The sharp porcelain pieces were deeply pierced into the bodies of everyone in the audience, some were pierced on the arms and limbs, some were blown into the stomach, and a few were not very lucky, they were directly pierced into the eyes, and immediately a piece of blood was dripping with blood, and they couldn't stop crying on the ground.

But these were not finished, and those scattered sparks fell in all directions in the courtyard, and when they landed in several places, they suddenly burst into flames.

Those places were poured with oil, and the small village was made of wood, and almost instantly, the courtyard was on fire.

The people in the small courtyard knew that they should escape, but the wounds that pierced their bodies like bullets and even penetrated into their internal organs were not so simple, except for a few people with minor injuries, most of them could barely stand up, and were burned to their bodies by the flames.

In the firelight, the faces of those people twisted and howled, desperately trying to escape for themselves, but only a few steps away, they could not get out, and could only watch themselves engulfed in flames.

When they raised the butcher's knife, they never thought that their lives were so fragile and worthless.

A few hours ago, the small courtyard that was calm and beautiful is like a hellish Shura field at this moment.

The team that had stopped outside the courtyard earlier was stunned, they could never have imagined that such an ordinary-looking small courtyard could have such an ambush.

They were still blaming their captain for making them stop just now, losing the opportunity to compete for credit, but at this time, cold sweat poured out of their backs, glad they didn't go in.

The leader raised his hand, and was about to make a gesture to retreat first, when suddenly his body jerked violently, and his eyes looked at his chest in disbelief, where a crossbow arrow passed through his chest, and the tail of the arrow was still swinging tremblingly.

He didn't even have time to open his mouth to shout danger when he heard several more sounds of breaking the air, and the people behind him screamed at the same time, and fell to the ground one by one.

The throbbing pain in his heart made him unable to stand at all, and like his men, he fell hard, facing the small courtyard in the direction he fell, just in time to see the situation in front of him.

In his last vision before he died, he saw some people with minor injuries running out of the courtyard, but as soon as they took a step, they were pierced through the chest with crossbow arrows, and no one could be spared.

Not a single one is left.

His mind suddenly remembered the order he had received earlier.

Sure enough, there is no one left, but unfortunately this one is not the villagers in the village, but them.

With a strong sense of fate and incomprehension, he closed his eyes unwillingly.

These people are the closest to the small courtyard, and they are eager to make achievements, although other people are also coming one after another, but it will always take a little time.

Ruan Yanluo said to Dark One: "Take back the arrow for me, don't waste it." ”

They have a total of seven crossbows in their hands, each crossbow is equipped with thirty arrows, all of which have been processed and transformed by Lu Xiuyi, with a long range, strong penetration, and barbs and bloodletting grooves, once shot, don't think that it will only be a small wound.

Dark One's body is fast, and it is most appropriate for him to collect the arrows.

Seeing that a dark whirlwind blew around the field, bringing back a large handful of arrows, and the footsteps in the distance were also close, Ruan Yanluo turned his head and said, "Let's go, change places." ”

On one side of the village, people in the dark were firmly guarding the road out of the village, and suddenly someone saw the trees next to them swaying, and several people showed their heads, as if they were panicked, and ran away when they saw them.

"The idea is out." The leader shouted: "Leave a team of people to guard, and the others will chase after me!" ”

A group of people with guns and armor strode in pursuit of the direction of the fleeing men.

While chasing, the leader was also glad that he was not assigned the task of going in and killing people, thinking that this great achievement must have nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect the people inside to be so useless, so he let the idea run out.

A fortune was in front of him, and he was even more energetic, chasing closely behind those people, and kept shouting: "Release the arrow!" Kill them and you'll be rewarded! ”

One sentence made the soldiers all boil, desperately chasing forward, and those who were chasing the front kept stopping to release arrows, but those people were also very cunning, or they desperately ran out of range, and if they accidentally ran slowly, they ran out of a very strange route, so that those arrows could not be shot.

The leader looked annoyed, scolded his men for being useless, and did not let them release the arrows, but chased them desperately, hoping to let them die at their own hands before the guards elsewhere found out about them.

After chasing for about three or four miles, a long and narrow passage suddenly appeared in front of me.

Wangshan Village was originally in the middle of the mountains, and it was normal for such a narrow passage to come in, and Ruan Yanluo and his party also entered through such a passage when they entered the village.

The leader stopped in front of the passage, he was also in the army, and knew that such terrain was a kind of Jedi, and once he entered, if the other party had an ambush on the mountain walls on both sides, he would die without a place to be buried.

However, as soon as this thought entered his mind, he couldn't help but scold himself for being an idiot, the spies had already come to report, and there were only seven or eight people in that group, so what if there was an ambush? You can still kill hundreds of him.