I don't know where the regular troops of the Wendeng battalion are recently, and these people in Chishan Town are not the regular soldiers and horses in Wang Zheng's hands to put it bluntly.

But if you have to compare, these descendants of the salt ding are at least once a few days, and they are all armed with waist knives, which are much stronger than the guards, and those rotten water thieves naturally don't need to mention it.

Having said that, the chaos of these water thieves carried by Lang Libai is to have an advantage on the head of the person.

In the past, most of the water thieves were slender men along the coast, and what they were best at was fighting with the wind, and when they fought, they rushed up in a chaotic manner, and they didn't talk about the number of roads at all.

I'm used to swimming in the river, and I'm not used to wearing any clothes, and the weather is not cold, most of them run naked and wear a pair of black and gray linen pants at most.

This point is very clear, for the water thieves, he also has a trace of disdain in his heart, but he has seen the combat effectiveness of the well-trained Wendeng soldiers under Wang Zheng, and the proud record of defeating two thousand water bandits with one sentry Now that he thinks about it, he still can't believe it.

Although there are a lot of water thieves in front of him, he is not afraid of a knife, and Wen Dengbing should be on the way, which is a good opportunity for him to show his role.

Wen Dengbing can defeat two thousand water thieves with one sentry, how can his own large team of salt Ding not even be able to delay time?

Langli Baitiao commanded more than a dozen water bandits who could shoot bows and arrows into the Zhuangzi round by round, but these people didn't practice bowery at all, and they had long forgotten about it, and most of them were picked up and shot indiscriminately, and they couldn't hurt a few people at all.

"Okay, okay, rush to Lao Tzu, rush in and don't let one go!"

Langli Baitiao also discovered this, and at the moment he was impatiently waving his knife and ordering an attack, according to what he thought, he was not as stupid as Langli Jiao, how could a thousand people not be able to beat hundreds of salt.

Three or five people stood behind and cheered for the broken flag, and the rest of the people rushed over in a hurry.

If Wang Zheng saw this kind of chaos, he would immediately frown, where is this army, at a glance, it is no different from a group of mobs in the past.

But the white stripes in the waves are different, after all, it is still the peasant's temperament, what he cares about is not the quality of the bandits, nor the armor and weapons, these are all dispensable, he only knows that the more people, the better, and the more people there are, the greater the chance of winning.

Seeing that his own people were pressed up, the heart of the white stripe in the waves suddenly felt that he had won, and he happily waited to break open the gate and rush in to burn and kill, and he was triumphant, fantasizing about how angry Wang Zheng would be when he learned that the Chishan Salt Works was destroyed by himself.

After all, this is only a manor, although the wall is high, but it is only a small gate, and the water bandits must enter from here, which is one of the biggest assets that Xing Yidao relies on to defend.

But the white strip in the waves doesn't care, isn't it just a small door, can't it be kicked open?

At this time, Xing Yidao had already brought bags of sea salt by the door to block it, and lined up with the salt ding.

According to the idea of a knife, the most important thing at this time is the safety of the manor, this is the last line of defense of the Chishan salt farm, if you can't hold it here, leaving these salt goods is also cheap water thieves, it is better to use them to guard the door, it can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

Dozens of water thieves rushed to the door in a hurry, and the excited kick led by the leader, but he felt as if his foot had kicked on the stone, and the wooden manor gate stood still.

The bandits took turns to fight, but the door was blocked, and there was no equipment that really couldn't be opened, and a leader personally stepped forward to try it, and found that it was actually true, so he hurried to report the white strip in the waves.

When Langli Baitiao heard this, he came to the door with the water thief, and it was useless to pull out all the knives and forks, this door was made of hardwood, and it was very strong.

Some water bandits proposed to hit the door with logs, but they were directly scolded by the white stripes in the waves.

"This radius of dozens of miles is wasteland, a small part of which is farmland that is being recultivated, and there are no forests at all, where can I find logs to knock on the door?"

A water thief wanted to please Baitiao in the waves, saying that he could let people jump in on a human ladder, and Baitiao in the waves felt that it was feasible, so he asked people to try it.

I didn't expect to actually cross the walls of the manor.

It's just that those water bandits just jumped in, and the people outside heard a few screams coming back, most of them couldn't survive, and the rest of the water bandits were suddenly a little flustered.

It seems that there are a lot of salt dings guarding the voice?

Human life is not worth much to the white strip in the waves, as long as you can enter the manor, the worst result is to fill it with human life, as long as there are no casualties among the capable water bandits.

Langli Baitiao didn't care about the muttering of the other bandits, and ordered the attack on his own, so the bandits finally launched a real attack.

The first person to rush to the base of the wall bends down, the person who follows next builds another layer, and the rest can rush through by stepping on the shoulder of the person in front of them.

The wall of the manor is not too long at this end, and at most a few dozen bandits can rush through at a time, and the number of bandits outside is superior, but if you jump in, the situation will immediately turn around.

Each of them had to face the attack of the salt ding from all directions, and before they could see the surrounding situation clearly, they were all killed to the ground by the salt ding chopping melons and vegetables.

Xing Yidao stood at the forefront, and with a wave of the long knife, a water thief fell down with a miserable howl, and he couldn't take a break, and Xing Yidao aimed his knife at the water thief who had just rushed over the wall.

These water thieves seemed to be in a steady stream, and after paying the price of nearly two hundred casualties, they finally figured out the layout in the manor, and more water bandits poured in.

After all, the salt Ding were not soldiers, Wang Zheng didn't plan to let them go into battle, and they fought for almost two hours, paying two descendants of Yan Ding, and more than a dozen local salt Ding casualties.

It was getting late, but the attack of the bandits was still unabated.

Xing Yidao was holding his long knife, and he was a little staggering when he walked, and he only felt that the knife in front of him was shining in a trance.

"the salt dog!!"

A water bandit's steel knife slashed sideways with the sound of the wind, and after hearing it, Xing Yidao habitually raised the horizontal knife.

"Bang!"

The long knife in his hand was already shaking, and Xing Yidao shook his head, but he heard a reminder again.

"Brother be careful!"

At the same time as a descendant of Yan Ding shouted, in order to protect the torture knife, he threw down the torture knife and blocked the knife with his own body.

With a snort, scarlet blood sprayed on Xing Yidao's face, making his eyes blood-red.

The water bandit scolded angrily, and reluctantly waved the steel knife to chase and slash over, and glanced at the descendant salt ding who fell to the ground with his cloudy eyes, and in an instant, countless pictures flashed in his mind, it was his own brother.

There was no superfluous movement, Xing Yidao raised the knife violently to meet it, the two knives intersected, and the inconspicuous light disappeared in a flash.

The water bandit stepped back a few steps, and then looked down, his hands were actually numb from the shock, and the person in front of him was holding a long knife dripping blood, and he was still walking towards him step by step...

"You, you!!"

......

In this small Chishan Town, the fierce shouting and killing sound was intermittent, the salters fell one after another, and the corpses of the water bandits piled up outside the manor, but they couldn't break through this small manor.

The only remaining hundred or so salts gathered together, surrounded by water thieves eyeing each of them, each of them panting, and the waist knives in their hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

"Brother Xing, what should I do?" A descendant of the salt wiped the blood on his face, and suddenly asked.

Xing Yidao glanced at more and more water bandits, did not speak, but rushed out with his knife again, and the rest of the salters glanced at each other, shouting and following behind Xing Yidao.

In the end, under the leadership of the torture knife, the more than 100 salt rods were like bamboos among the water bandits, and everywhere they rushed, they fell to the ground, but their casualties were also increasing.

"He's tender, Lao Tzu will give you another hour, the last hour! If you can't beat this little Zhuangzi before dawn, die with them!! ”

Outside the manor, Baitiao in the waves was already unbearable, and he had always been good-tempered, and he actually roared angrily at the big leader of the water bandits who was in charge of directing the attack.