Yuwen Chengdu and Yang Hu, who were standing at the door, looked at someone running towards them, "Yuwen, you guard the door, don't let people run out of this door, I don't want these inhuman things to slip away under our noses." Yuwen Chengdu didn't talk nonsense, picked up a wooden stick from the side, walked to the door, and looked at the person who was running to the front door. Yang Hu twisted his neck, moved his body slightly, clenched the knife in his hand, and waited for a group of people to run in front of him.

After the trafficker saw the figures of Yang Hu and Yuwen Chengdu, he smiled, but he didn't forget that there were two demons chasing him behind him, "Little brat, open the door quickly, otherwise I will make you look good!" But after saying this, he looked at the two people standing at the front door and didn't move, "Look for death!" He rushed forward, after all, he didn't know how many children had beaten in his hands, and he didn't think that Yang Hu and Yuwen Cheng in front of him would be able to stop him, but when the facts happened, they would feel how ridiculous their thoughts were.

Waiting for the traffickers to run near Yang Hu, Yang Hu moved, swooped forward in one step, and directly knocked the person who was soaked in front to the ground with his body, and then hooked his finger at the others very provocatively. How can the traffickers have experienced such a situation of being despised by a child, it has always been a child crying in front of him, crying for his mother, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, without thinking too much, a few people clenched their fists and hit Yang Hu, and a few people rushed to Yuwen Chengdu.

Yang Hu also noticed that a few people were running in the direction of Yuwen Chengdu, but he still had to deal with the few people in front of him, so he didn't have time to free his hand, and after blocking the punch that came to him, he shouted directly: "Yuwen, be careful yourself, I will end here as soon as possible!" ”

Yuwen Chengdu looked at the people who ran towards him and suddenly felt a little excited, and thought that these people were going to be killed by Yang Hu, and there were even people rushing towards him, is he a soft persimmon? Is it more comfortable to pick me to pinch it? "Brother Tiger, don't worry, I'm worried that no one will come!" After shouting, he took the wooden stick in his hand and met the traffickers who rushed towards him.

As for the vicinity of Zhang Xuan and Yang Zaixing's cell, not a single trafficker ran over. Zhang Xuan and Yang Zaixing leaned against the door of the cell, occasionally watching one or two traffickers run in front of him, Zhang Xuan and Yang Zaixing teamed up, divided by two in three clicks, and it was easily done, and it also caused bursts of cheers from the children in the cell. However, Zhang Xuan and Yang Zaixing began to mumble when they looked at the occasional situation where one or two people ran to the cell.

"Big brother, why don't you think they come here? Is that so inconsequential to them? Zhang Xuan looked at the people who ran out of the wooden house, and some of them ran in the direction of the front door, but Zhang Xuan and Yang Zaixing's vision of the front door was just blocked, and they didn't know exactly what the front door was. There were also some people who ran to some dark places to hide, but no one ran to the cell where the children were held, which made Zhang Xuan wonder, it stands to reason that shouldn't he run to see the child's situation first? If possible, one or two children can be taken as hostages, but the reality is that no one comes here, and Zhang Xuan really can't figure out what the brains of this group of traffickers think.

Yang Zaixing didn't know why no one ran to the cell, and he couldn't answer Zhang Xuan's question, but the two didn't leave, in case they left, the traffickers ran over to open the cell door and threatened themselves with children, then the work was wasted, and at the same time, the two remembered the location of the traffickers who ran to the shadows, and they would find out and let them apologize for those children.

At this time, Uncle Tong chased the fleeing traffickers all over the village, caught one, dealt with one, and there was no nonsense, after all, many of these children in the village were about the same age as Tong Fei, and children of this age should stay with their parents according to common sense, but at this moment the children in the village, some children have said goodbye to this world forever. Yang Bo also cleaned up the fish that slipped through the net in the two wooden houses, walked to the center of the stockade, and looked at the general situation in the stockade, Zhang Xuan and Yang Zaixing guarded the cell where the children were held, Bin had no problem, and Yang Hu and Yuwen Chengdu at the front door fell into a fierce fight, Yang Bo ran to the front door without saying a word.

After a fierce fight, Yang Hu knocked all the traffickers in front of him to the ground, and some of them could no longer see the light of dawn, but Yang Hu himself was beaten several wounds by the traffickers with wooden sticks, but there was no major problem. Then Yang Hu ran to Yuwen Chengdu for the first time, Yuwen Chengdu was much worse than Yang Hu, but this was also relatively speaking, the wooden sticks in his hands were broken because he was too hard, but he also happened to use two broken wooden sticks to open the bow left and right, so that the traffickers could not get close to the front door of the village. Later, after Yang Hu came over, Yuwen Chengdu and Yang Hu worked together to successfully knock the traffickers in front of them to the ground, and when Yang Bo arrived, the fight at the front door was over. Yang Bo looked at the people who were still rolling on the ground, and he still wailed from time to time, knowing that these were almost incapacitated, and he couldn't bear to do it again for a while.

However, just when Yang Bo couldn't bear to do anything to the traffickers who fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, a person walked out of the shadows of the stockade.