Ding Yi is not a fat man, let alone a strong man like Chen San and Du Ziteng, some things are not something that can be achieved through training with knowledge, and talent is a very unfair thing. Ding Yi, who was a hundred times more proficient in bomb throwing than Wen Fatzi, only threw a dozen steps for this kind of heavy grenade he designed himself, about 30 meters.

Ding Yi, who knew that Lu Dao absolutely could not think that he was absolutely safe if he left the effective killing radius, curled up behind the shield he poked in the mud for the first time, propped up the shield in his hand, and then threw a second grenade in a kneeling position, this one is closer because of the posture, I am afraid that it is only less than ten steps away, and it is only about twenty meters away, because those people from the rivers and lakes who are swarming in this short distance are not slow to run this time.

The delay of more than three seconds passed quickly, and the people from the rivers and lakes who rushed with knives had not yet reached the speed of crossing 100 meters in 10 seconds and rushing through 30 steps in more than 3 seconds, that is, 60 meters. So they used their own flesh and blood to achieve the results of the first grenade, and the moans, cries of pain, and wails one after another, about two seconds later, served as the background sound against the explosion of the second grenade.

Ding Yi's shield also withstood several impacts, and when he stood up and put down the shield, a few inconspicuous depressions on it were obviously the result of a few tiny iron beads. This was what he expected, and it didn't bring Ding Yi any shock, he threw down his shield, pulled out the Hundred Refining Autumn Water Goose Feather Knife, and walked forward slowly, step by step.

As a result, those wounded and stunned enemies were for Ding Yi. It's a very simple thing, just a knife.

He's very good at doing this kind of thing, killing people.

But to those who survived, it was shocking. It was his smiling face, and his slow pace, that seemed to be unafraid that his opponent would struggle and lose the opportunity to attack. so that his enemies give birth to the illusion that these lives, as long as he wishes, can be let go at any time.

Actually, they were wrong. No matter how arrogant Ding is, he will not play cool and handsome when facing the enemy. Attempts to crush the enemy with psychological warfare. The real answer is that he can't run, and he is wearing three layers of armor under his robe, just like Wen Fat! That is, the chicken breastplate on the upper body. Arm A, Strand A. Calf and arm armor.

How could he possibly wear three layers of armor and then gallop quickly?

But in the face of him, the enemy didn't know this, Ding Yi's calmness, as well as his chilling smile, and more than one percent of the casualties, were enough to make the hundreds of people in the rivers and lakes frightened, and the living people looked at each other. They all screamed and ran back, so that Ding Yi walked idly. Harvested more than a dozen lives.

"Finished eating?" When Ding Yi walked back to the alley, he saw that the fat man with a greasy mouth was running back.

The fat man smiled like a pug, and picked up the two shields on the ground: "Yes, yes!" Young nephew, let's go! ”

"Look at this alley." Ding Yi put away the long knife as he spoke, walked over to the rice noodle stall, and put a dime of silver on the board, "Old man, please make another bowl, okay?" The old man was naturally unwilling, even if the silver looked greedy, the blood of these two guys was just like "boom, boom" just now like the earth dragon turned over, he was carrying the silver given by the fat man, and he wanted to throw this stall here, so he ran home and hid.

But when he raised his eyes and looked at the fat man with two shields behind Ding Yi, he looked at him fiercely, the old man trembled with fright, and quickly nodded: "Okay, good!" Don't want silver, don't! The fat man gave a lot just now, and the little old man couldn't find it......"

"Uncle, the student is really hungry, can I bother you......" Ding Yi interrupted the old man's words with a smile and stuffed the silver directly into his arms. The old man knew that this bowl of rice noodles would not be sold for fear that it would not work, so he had to roll up his sleeves and start tossing, and after a while, there were many chaotic footsteps on the street coming towards this side, and he saw low smoke and dust rolling up in the distance.

Ding Yi pressed the old man's hand and smiled at him: "Don't panic, old man. ”

The old man didn't know how many times he cursed Ding Yi and Wen Fatzi, oh, speaking of which, Wen Fatzi was cursed more, after all, Ding Yi spoke kindly, but no matter what, this bowl of rice noodles lasted for a long time, and finally came out, and the old man was about to go out of his mind, and actually cut a plate of semi-fat and thin potsticker meat slices, and also made a plate of salty garlic, a plate of fried broad beans, and supported a small table, connected with the rice noodles that had just come out of the pot, and brought it to the table one piece, but said to Ding Yi with a bitter face: "Childe, can the little old man go?" ”

Ding Yi picked up a piece of potsticker meat and took a bite, but it was delicious, but he said to the old man with a smile: "Uncle, you listen to the mess over there, those things that don't grow, you probably don't dare to provoke the two students, but you are going to harm the people, if you rush over at this time, I'm afraid it won't be good." ”

said that he was like the wind with chopsticks, whether he was wearing heavy armor or killing, after all, it was a very physically demanding job, how could he not be hungry? After a while, the bowl of rice noodles and the three small plates on the small table were all at the bottom. At this time, he listened to the old man gritted his teeth and said, "No! My two daughters are married, and my son went to Changsha Mansion to sell goods, and the bad old woman at home has bad legs, I have to go back, I can't leave her behind...... The old orange peel is a dead eye, and after a while, people go in to grab things, but I don't press it, she will not let people take it, and she will not eat knives...... "Saying that she doesn't even want to share the burden, she will run home."

"Uncle, the student will accompany you back, okay?" Ding Yi suddenly asked.

The old man naturally feels good when he listens, these two are strong and strong, and one is a fat man, although I didn't see them kill just now, but the blood of this body, looking at it, can also fight, with these two people protecting themselves, the chance of escaping is countless times more, plus two people are generous, but there is no need to worry about whether they will go to the house to grab things......

Ding Yi didn't know that the old man had used the cunning of the common people in an instant, and he had already turned around in his mind, only to hear the old man say: "Son, the little old man can't afford to hire two!" Ding smiled and told him that he didn't need money, and the old man was happy, and beckoned them to run along the straight street behind the county office.

The place where the old man lived, called Lotus Pond, turned right in the middle of the long street, and before he arrived at his house, there were many shouts and curses, the sound of sticks smashing bottles and bowls, and the old man with a crying voice, helplessly cursing like "Die long!" "Short-lived boy, the coffin is all grabbed! There were also the frightened screams of some women, the begging for mercy of men in anger, and more rampant scolding, roaring of extortion of money, and obscene smiling......

Ding Yi slowly pulled out the long knife, stretched out his hand to stop the old man who led them behind him, and used the back of the long knife to gently tap on the big iron shield held by the fat man on his left arm, and the sound of "ding, dingding" gradually became clear in this chaotic lotus pond.

"Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi in the Ming Dynasty, is here!" Wen Fatzi shouted loudly, it was not standard for him to say this, it should have be: Ming Guangxi Cheng announced the military governor of the political envoy department, the general doctor, Ding ...... It's right to go down like this, but Wen Pang got mixed up with the stewards in Dongchang, but he knew that it was useless to say this to these rebels, maybe people would still be singing songs on the stage.

At this time, an old hen was bent under the arm of a rebel, and a few women's flower clothes were draped over his shoulders, and he came out of a house with a lewd smile, and Ding Yi said softly: "Punish it." Wen Fatzi took a step forward, and the big iron shield slapped straight down, and suddenly slapped the chaotic soldier so that his skull burst, and even his brains splashed out, and he fell to the ground straight.

Wen Fatzi carried two big iron shields, and shouted as he walked: "Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi in the Ming Dynasty, is here!" Those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not die! Behind him was the man who ran out of the house in the chaotic army, crying and picking up a spatula, and beating the dead body wildly.

Three or four more rebels rushed out of a house, Ding Yi wiped out one by one, and cut out a blood line from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, Wen Fat grabbed it, and a shield slapped the back one out of the gang, and the remaining two looked at the cold and wanted to escape, Ding Yi threw the long knife in his hand, and nailed a rebel to the ground, and he was still screaming when he was not dead, but his companion was luckier than him - Wen Fat Man threw down his shield and pulled the crossbow on the string, and shot a shot in the back of the head, and died immediately through death.

Ding Yi stepped forward slowly, stepped on the back of the guy, and slowly pulled out the long knife, and in the screams of the guy, the voice of the fat man sounded again: "Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi in the Ming Dynasty, is here!" Those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not die! This time, the voice suddenly became a lot louder, and Ding looked back, but it was the old man who followed behind him, or the man with the spatula just now, who ran out of the house of three or four chaotic soldiers and drove out a few strong men, all following behind.

With tears in the corners of their eyes, they all shouted loudly with the fat man:

"Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi in the Ming Dynasty, is here! Those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not die! ”

As Ding Yi slowly walked into the lotus pond, the sound became louder and louder, and when he got to the back, there was no need for Ding Yi and Wen Fat to make a move, as soon as those chaotic soldiers appeared, the angry young men around Ding Yi rushed up, although there was no order, but dozens of sticks, hoes, and spatulas were smashed down indiscriminately, and the three or two rebels were not wearing armor, and they never thought that these people dared to resist, and they were all smashed to the ground, and they were beaten to the ground after a while.

So, the sound became more and more loud, and the chaotic soldiers in the lotus pond changed when they heard it: How many people did Ding Rongcheng bring with him?

They had to stop their atrocities, ran out and barely lined up, at this time, whether the old people of the rebel army or the people from the rivers and lakes, they all forgot the previous confrontation and dissatisfaction, because Ding Yi standing in front of them, although there were only two people, behind them, hundreds of people gathered, those who were like sheep before.

They were shouting: "Ding Rongcheng, the governor of Guangxi in the Ming Dynasty, is here!" Those who abandon their weapons and kneel on the ground will not die! (To be continued......)