Yan Dacang was lying on the ground of the wooden house, his face purple, and his breath was like a gossamer. King Peter looked at it and looked sad.

"King Peter, how is my uncle?" Zhang Xiaohu looked at King Peter and asked anxiously.

"Lao Yan can't do it, this arrow pierced his lungs and punctured the blood vessels, and now his lungs are full of blood, which leads to hemopneumothorax, causing extreme breathing difficulties, and we can't save him."

"Think about it, there must be a way!" Zhao Zixuan said hurriedly, he didn't believe that Yan Cannon would fall so easily, there would definitely be a way! There will definitely be a way! He kept saying to himself in his heart.

"If there is a suitable tool, it can make a hole in his lungs and draw out the blood inside, but the risk is also very high, I dare not say that I can save Lao Yan. Let's prepare for the worst! ”

"Try! Try it as long as there is a way. Zhang Xiaohu was completely out of proportion.

King Peter looked at everyone's expectant eyes and sighed, "Well, I will do my best, don't worry!" ”

Master Wang, who was observing at the door, suddenly ran in and said hurriedly: "The door needs manpower, hurry!" ”

Zhang Xiaohu and Zhao Zixuan hurriedly ran to the door with their weapons, only to see seven or eight villagers gathered outside the door, holding weapons and torches in their hands, preparing to enter the wooden house.

Zhao Zixuan was puzzled: "What's the matter!" It's like they've all changed people! ”

Zhang Xiaohu was ruthless and said: "Don't worry about these for now, if they want to break in for a while, remember to only hit their legs and make them incapacitated, don't kill anyone!" "He really doesn't want to hurt these villagers if he can.

"Lao Zhang, you can think about it, these are all living people!" Zhao Zixuan confirmed.

"I can't care so much, King Peter's side must not be disturbed, otherwise what will Uncle Yan do!"

Master Wang looked at the more and more people gathered outside in despair, and shouted, "What's wrong with you, everyone? Don't go any further, we don't want to hurt you. "He has lived in Nanmu Village for more than eight years, and he knows many of the villagers here, and he really can't care about them.

The villagers were enchanted and soon walked en masse towards the hut, their torches shining on their distorted faces, making people shudder.

Zhang Xiaohu said: "Lao Zhao, shoot two shots and see if you can scare them away." ”

Zhao Zixuan fired two shots at the ground, but it had no effect, and these people continued to approach without fear. As the distance got closer, the men rushed towards the hut with a loud shout.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohu's heart was cold, it seemed that there was really no other way, he also shouted, rushed to the door, greeted the villagers, raised his knife and fell, and cut down the two people in a row, but in just a few seconds, his body was also greeted a few times, the wound on his arm that had just been scarred broke open again, and his back was also beaten a few times.

Master Wang held an iron rod and escorted Zhang Xiaohu back to the door, Zhao Zixuan's gun rang out immediately, and quickly knocked down the four people, but the other party ignored it, looking like he was not afraid of death.

When Zhao Zixuan was loading the bullet, Master Wang stood at the door, holding an iron rod to prevent others from approaching the door.

When those people saw that they couldn't get closer, they all threw the torches in their hands at Master Wang. Master Wang couldn't reach it, and two or three places on his body were soon ignited.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohu had no choice but to bite the bullet and replace Master Wang. Prevent others from approaching the wooden door.

In just a few minutes, the two sides fought fiercely around the wooden gate. At first, Zhang Xiaohu still had the consciousness to avoid the villagers' vital points as much as possible, and only hit his arms and legs, but soon, he found that as long as these people still had the ability to act, they would definitely continue to attack him. He has no way, he can't kill anyone, these are all fresh lives, he can't do anything to take people's lives.

"Lao Zhang, no! Can't hold it! Zhao Zixuan said hurriedly, he didn't have time to load the bullet now, so he could only wave the barrel of the gun and drive back the approaching people.

All three of them were more or less injured, among which Zhang Xiaohu was the most serious, his forehead was broken, and his face was full of blood, but he didn't dare to take a step back, and behind him was Yan Cannon.

Master Wang had already extinguished the flames on his body, moved over a wooden table, blocked the door, and shouted, "You two go in first, I'll be here for a while." ”

Zhao Zixuan helped Zhang Xiaohu, and the two of them stumbled back to the hall, and found that Peter Wang was nervously inserting a short knife into Yan Dacang's chest, and Li Yichen on the side kept wiping Yan Cannon's forehead with a cloth.

Yan Dacang's face was even more ugly, his face was purple and black, and the situation was getting worse and worse.

Zhang Xiaohu and Zhao Zixuan didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing King Peter, so the two of them simply treated the wound, bandaged it with a strip of cloth, and prepared to go back to the door to help Master Wang.

"Ahem!" Suddenly, Yan Cannon began to cough violently, vomiting out the blood that had been holding in his throat, his breathing finally became smoother, and his face improved slightly.

King Peter let out a long breath and sighed, "Thank God, it went well!" ”

I saw that there was an additional cross-shaped wound on Yan Cannon's chest, and black-purple blood stasis was leaving along the wound.

"Now he has no problem breathing, but the wound can't stop bleeding, it's still dangerous! It's up to him to make it to himself. King Peter tore some strips of cloth and pressed hard against the wound of the Yan cannon.

There was a violent fighting sound at the door, Zhang Xiaohu sighed, and said sadly and angrily: I didn't expect that these people would die here in a daze, he was unwilling, but there was no other way.

When he returned to the door, he found that the table blocking the door had been knocked over, Master Wang was rolling with a man, and two other villagers with knives were about to step inside the door.

Zhang Xiaohu shouted, his body slammed over, and knocked the two out of the door at once, and Zhao Zixuan behind him held the table to block the door again. Over there, Master Wang also pressed the man under him, hit him several times in front of him, knocked the man unconscious, and crawled on the ground weakly, only to see a short knife being inserted into his thigh, and the blood was already dripping all over the ground.

"Master Wang, how are you?" Zhang Xiaohu leaned against the table and looked at Master Wang.

Master Wang waved his hand vigorously and said, "I can't die, don't worry!" "But by the way he looks, he's lost the ability to fight.

Zhao Zixuan looked at Zhang Xiaohu in despair, and said with a wry smile: "Old Zhang, it seems that we can't pass this level!" ”

Zhang Xiaohu also smiled bitterly and replied: "Yes! Can't get by! I just didn't expect you to be by my side before I died! ”

Zhao Zixuan teased: "Haha, you bad guy, you must want Yichen to accompany you!" ”

The two laughed and waited for the final moment.

There was a sudden silence outside the door, and the next moment, a huge force slammed into the table, knocking Zhang Xiaohu and Zhao Zixuan to the ground.

At the door, there were three men with iron faces, all holding short knives in their hands, staring at Zhang Xiaohu and the three of them who were crawling on the ground, and their eyes revealed a fierce color.

Zhang Xiaohu was desperate, he no longer had the strength to stand up again, He glanced at Zhao Zixuan beside him, and said with a wry smile: "Old Zhao, let's go together again on the Huangquan Road!" ”

A man held a knife in his back hand and slowly walked towards Zhang Xiaohu, the short knife flashing with a piercing cold light.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at the man's face without fear, and found that there were several colorful flying insects on the person's face and neck, which were the kind of weird insects that had bitten him and greatly affected him.

It seems that these flying insects are the ones who started this great change, but what's the use of knowing them now? At this moment, I can't think of any way.