In the past, if Ma Yue was asked what was the most unlucky thing in his life, Ma Yue would definitely say that he found that he didn't have enough water in the desert. And now, if someone asks Ma Yue the same question, Ma Yue will definitely say: Four bandits with swords are rushing towards you, but you are only twelve years old.

Guan Yu once said that a knife is a piece of scrap iron if it is not sheathed. Ma Yue's knife has been a piece of scrap metal on his body for more than a month, and he doesn't need his three-legged cat's kung fu to fight with people at all. However, when people walk in this world, the development of food is never smooth sailing. The scorpion venom in Guan Yu's body is now afraid that he doesn't even have the strength to swing the knife, and Ma Zong and Chen Guang are ten steps away to protect the dehydrated Peng Tuo and the unconscious Wei and Yuanshui, who are not quenching their thirst.

As for the others, Ma Yue didn't put his hope on them at all. Several veterans with chilblains formed a shield formation, relying on vehicles for defense, and had no intention of coming to the rescue. In this battle, Ma Yue took the lead.

At night in the north, the white-haired wind swept the yellow leaves in the forest, and a Qiang man with a bronze Yue and a dozen brothers wearing shabby leather jackets and holding swords and sticks escaped from the tribe and plundered thousands of miles, and finally stood opposite Ma Yue. The Qiang people originally belonged to a small tribe of the Qiang tribe, and the tribe migrated with the pasture. Last winter, Leng Zheng, the captain of Huqiang, took five or six out of ten young men of the tribe and took them to join the army of the Han Dynasty to fight the first Lingqiang, and only twenty-six of the three hundred people came back. Without men, they couldn't hold the pasture, the tribe invited war, the men were killed, the women were robbed, and only he escaped with more than sixty brothers.

On the way to escape, several brothers starved to death, and they robbed a Han village in hunger and cold, and since then it has been out of control. Along the way, there were robberies and kills, and the brothers brought out were almost all dead, and there were only about a dozen of them. Weihe's caravan had been targeted by him for several hours, and a dozen old and weak people with forty camels and several carts of goods were fat sheep. If you kill all these people and grab the goods, you will be able to live a few more days, and if you can't grab them, even if you don't kill them today, you will starve to death and freeze to death in a few days.

He had already thought about it, the caravan that robbed this fat and flowing oil was enough to buy hundreds of cattle and sheep in exchange for silver, and they would find a piece of water and grass in the Dahan border to rebuild the tribe, and in a few decades, it would be a small tribe of hundreds of people.

"Brothers, come with me!"

The Qiang men charged bravely with a demonstrative roar, but their appearance was really shabby and pitiful, the knuckles exposed by the men were frozen worse than Ma Yue, and the blood oozing from the cracked skin was frozen into ice slag and stuck to their hands, but they still firmly grasped their simple weapons. Carrying a wooden stick but like a tiger descending from the mountain, they are a group of truly carefree outlaws.

Ma Yue had no one to rely on, only a four-foot long knife in his hand. The 2,500-year-old Confucian culture has rubbed his temperament too gentle and kind, and the ferocity of the ancient ancestors who drank blood and fought for their lives with the sky has long been left behind. He has always been able to fight without fighting with others, and he finally has no way to retreat today, the ring head straight knife flashed coldly in his hand, and the thief charged him first.

Both sides understand that whoever takes a step back in this battle will have nothing. So no one has a way back.

The more the horse wanted to retreat, he didn't dare to charge. He has never faced a thief to fight with him, and he has always been hiding behind his brother and Guan Yu, whether he is cowardly or cold arrows, he has never really been on the battlefield. Although he repeatedly warned his family not to retreat or hide, he couldn't retreat at all when he saw the five big and three thick Qiang men carrying a bronze Yue taller than himself and slashing at him.

Ma Yue had to raise his knife to block, Ma Yue's body was still compared with his age, and his body burst out with a hundred catties of strength under the crisis, and the strength was still not enough to block the Qiang man who was in the prime of life.

However, with an axe, the frostbite on Ma Yue's hands that had not healed was all cracked, and the person was also collapsed to the point that he was about to kneel on the ground. The Qiang man held the Yue and pressed down suddenly, and said with a cruel smile: "Doll, give me death." ”

Ma Yue's knife was a twenty-refining knife that Ma Teng spent a lot of money to build, but it still collapsed under this blow. The knife is a good knife, and it must be invincible when used to chop and slash, and it can be used to block, especially the heavy weapon such as the axe is simply nonsense.

That is, the Qiang man despised Ma Yue and gave Ma Yue a chance. Ma Yue's mind was blank when he felt the increased strength of the knife, and a short axe in his left hand smashed into the ground, smashing the frozen hard ground. The Qiang man used all his strength on the axe, and as soon as he rolled over, he had already crashed into the front of the Qiang man.

"Brother Guan, now it's up to me to protect you!"

The cold light flashed, and the iron knife slashed into the ribs of the Qiang man. The sturdy man had a passing of brilliance in his eyes, and he knew that he had embarked on such a road of no return, and the final outcome would be death without a place to be buried. But he didn't expect that the final result would be to be severely injured by such a teenager.

The knife slashed at the bone, and the otherwise smooth incision tore open to both sides. Ma Yue wanted to pull out the long knife but couldn't, the narrow blade was stuck in the bone and couldn't pull it out.

The Qiang man with a wooden stick was full of ferocity, and the stick smashed on Ma Yue's forehead with the momentum of wind and thunder. Ma Yue, who had sprinkled the long knife, had no sharp weapon in his hand, grabbed the wooden stick and dragged the Qiang man over and punched him on the front door, causing his nose to bleed. Ma Yue was more fierce when his head was covered, and the injured Ma Yue was no longer rational and gentle, and naturally he was no longer afraid.

A bronze sword stabbed into his left arm, and his right arm slammed into the opponent's temple with a round fist. A knife came from behind, and the heartfelt foot kicked back with all his might. Even if he was knocked to the ground by the force of the shock, he did not hesitate.

The three-layer linen clothes and animal skin jacket saved his life, but they couldn't protect his skin, and the sharp knife edge sandwiched the copper poison skin to open the flesh. A bandit stood in front of Ma Yue and looked at the fallen young man with a cruel smile on his face, and the long knife was slashed down.

A crossbow bolt grazed Ma Yue's face and flew into the bandit's eyebrows, and the sly smile came to an abrupt end.

Guan Yu was unable to draw his sword despite the poisoning, and the hand crossbow played a greater role in his hands. Swift and skillful arrows, followed by another arrow.

At this time, Ma Zong had already cut down several bandits besieging them, and he didn't care about checking the wounds on his body in three steps and made two steps to run in front of Ma Yue to block the enemy's long knife, holding the head knife in both hands, and slashed the first-class bandits in half from top to bottom. Looking at the enemy, he asked, "San Lang retreat!" ”

At this time, Ma Yue was in a very bad state, because of the numerous wounds, he felt that the strength was rapidly draining from his body. At this time, Ma Yue already had seven wounds on his body. Two stab wounds on the back and a knife wound on the chest, because the leather jacket protects the flesh and does not penetrate deeply, the more serious left arm was stabbed through by a sharp blade, and the right shoulder was cut by the knife until the bright red blood of the pipa bone was flowing out of it, which looked extremely terrifying.

The most terrible thing was a two-inch wound cut by a knife on the left side of his face, but the cut did not hurt the skull but passed through the left eye.

Hearing Ma Zong's voice, Ma Yue felt dizzy when he came out of his desperate state. Glancing back, Guan Yu was leaning on the towering giant tree with a pale face, his eyes were soaked in blood, and only a black and red figure could be seen.

"Or... Too weak..."

Muttering these words, Ma Yue finally fell to the ground.