After Zhao Li and the others left, Lao Zhao Tou continued to arrange: "Sanbao and his mother, you lead the women in the village, take care of the elderly and children, now pack up dry food and take shelter in the mountains behind the village, go as far as you can, no matter what happens in the village, don't come back, I will send someone to find you when it is safe." ”

"I don't go, let the big cow and his mother send everyone up the mountain, and I still have to avenge my father and my mother", Sanbao and his mother just don't move.

"Da Niu and his mother are weak, not to mention that the old people and children in the village listen to you, you go, we are at home to rest assured", Sanbao and his father and the villagers persuaded and persuaded, and Sanbao Niang led everyone away.

However, there are eight old men in their seventies who just don't go, "We are old, we will only drag down Sanbao Niang and the children, it is better to stay in the village to help, after living for so long, even if we die, it is worth it to do something for the village!"

"Okay then, you can stay in the village, now I bother you to go to the back mountain first to cut a few bundles of papaya thorns, and then cut some traps and stakes, and I'll let Dawei get them later." ”

A few old men threw their crutches and carried firewood knives into the mountains.

"Zhu Qi and Xiao Lingyi, you also follow Sanbao Niang into the mountain!"

"No, we won't go, the enemy was provoked by us, and we vowed to advance and retreat together with Zhao Zhuang", Zhu Qi and Ling Yi also expressed their determination.

Lao Zhao couldn't persuade him, so he gave up, so he arranged for the two of them and a few young people to go to every household, collect sesame oil, pots, kitchen knives, axes and other things to the houses on the roadside at the entrance of the village, set up pots to burn oil, and distributed kitchen knives and axes to the people in the village.

After that, two clever people were arranged to lead the old cow to feed grass on the wasteland hundreds of meters away from the village to observe the movements of the Rakshasa soldiers.

Lao Zhao Tou made a proper arrangement, took the remaining ten or so people, carried a hoe to a place about fifty meters outside the entrance of the village and began to dig a pit, the pit was not big but deep, and then spread the cut papaya thorns around the pit.

After that, several traps were dug about 20 meters outside the entrance of the village, and the trap stakes were buried at the bottom of the traps.

Finally, he retreated to the village, gathered everyone to the entrance of the village, and distributed everyone to each house along the road to hide.

"Now that it's time for Shen, it is estimated that the Rakshasa people will start to attack when the generals will start to attack, and at that time they will put hot oil on the head of the house at the entrance of the village, and then Dawei will pull down the wooden barrel on the house at my command, remember not too early, not too late. ”

Then everyone hid in and around the house.

I waited quietly, and when it was about a moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from the silent mountain road, and we were about a hundred meters away from the entrance of the village.

All the people held their breath, and at this moment, they felt that time was passing so slowly, as slow as the old man at the entrance of the village playing chess.

There was still a distance of about eighty meters, and the Rakshasa soldiers began to line up, and when they counted them, there were thirteen people in total. The Rakshasa soldiers, who had finished the formation, gently drew their waist knives, tightened the reins of the horse, clamped the belly of the horse between their legs, and slowly accelerated.

The sound made Ling Yi and the others' hearts tremble, and slowly the earth began to tremble, Ling Yi clenched the big kitchen knife in his hand, knowing that the fight was about to start.

The Rakshasa army horse accelerated by thirty meters, and the speed was the fastest, but before he could run a few steps, the roar of the horses and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard from afar, followed by the screams of the Rakshasa soldiers. Ling Yi knew that Lao Zhaotou's first trap had taken effect, and it seemed that he had thrown these Rakshasa cavalrymen on their backs.

Most of the legs and feet of the cavalry horses had been broken, and the cavalry could no longer show the momentum of charging and killing. But for a battle-hardened enemy, this loss and pain is nothing.

The Rakshasa soldiers got up again, pulled out the papaya thorns on their bodies, and carefully touched the village, but after walking twenty or thirty meters, two more soldiers fell into the trap and stuck them in the thorn pile, crying out in pain, although they were not dead, they were also powerless to fight.

An officer stopped the advancing soldiers, looked left and right, and motioned for a soldier to touch the village, the soldier stopped and stopped, looked around, tried and tried with his feet every step he took, but he didn't look at the top of his head, and passed through the village gate safely, and let the descendants continue to move forward.

The officer was not at ease, so he asked two soldiers to explore the way, and the two were a little bold, and there were no accidents.

Finally, the officer led the rest of the men slowly.

As soon as the eight people stepped through the gate, Lao Zhao Tou gestured to Dawei.

"Whoop!!

"Ah!!h

The hot oil poured down, and all eight of them were hit, and it was so hot that ghosts screamed again and again, and it hurt so much that ghosts jumped again and again.

Three of them fell to the ground and rolled around, their skin wiped off by mud and stones, and their hands were no longer able to hold knives.

The remaining five people were also covered with bubbles, their hands trembled, and their combat power dropped greatly!

When the villagers saw that the opportunity had come, they rushed out of the house and slashed at the Rakshasa dog with a firewood knife and axe.

The remaining eight Rakshasa soldiers formed a defensive circle to resist the villagers, although the combat power of the Rakshasa soldiers declined, but the combat quality was not comparable to the villagers of Zhaozhuang, the battle lasted for a quarter of an hour, both sides were damaged, but no one could bear anyone.

"The village is narrow, you can't use it, exit the village," the Rakshasa officer commanded.

At this time, Ling Yi found out that this Rakshasa officer covered in bubbles was the black and thin man that day.

"That person is a great martial artist, everyone be careful", Ling Yi hurriedly reminded the villagers. Lao Zhao Tou and the others were shocked and increased their attacks, not allowing them to retreat outside the village.

The pain of the black and thin man slowly decreased, and his strength began to recover, looking at the situation, he jumped up to the front of the house, took out the bow and crossbow, and kept shooting at the villagers, many of whom fell to the ground with arrows.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Yi ran back to the house, dragged out a few cauldrons of burning oil, and motioned to the villagers to use the pot to resist the cold arrows, and the outer villagers carried the iron pot to the villagers who cut people inside to resist the arrow feathers.

Seeing that the bow and arrow were useless, the black and thin man jumped off the house again, pulled out his waist knife, and singled out the lone villagers to attack, and the villagers lost more than half of them for a while.

Just as the thin black man was about to slash at a villager, he said that it was too late, and then quickly, a spear flew and stuck it in front of the foot of the thin black man, so frightened that he took three steps back.

"The rescuers have arrived, the rescuers have arrived", Zhao Li shouted and ran into the village, stepped on the oil on the ground at the entrance of the village, and fell to the ground.

Behind him rushed into the three of them, and the leader of them was the person who rescued the Lingyi sisters and brothers that day. That is, Bai Qi, the cavalry lieutenant general of the samurai army.

The three members of the martial arts army participated in the battle, and within half an hour, the seven Rakshasa soldiers had been killed, leaving only the black and thin people.

"Luo Lao, now that the two countries are truce, do you want to provoke another war when you kill people in my Dongsheng?"

"Murder?Bai Qi, my senior brother Wang Kao was killed by you a few days ago, and my soldiers were killed by you today, do you want to provoke a war?" Luo Lao quibbled, trying to shift the blame, so that Bai Qi did not dare to kill him because of his scruples.

"Needless to say, is it up to you to cut yourself, or will I do it?" Our martial arts army has been suffocated during this time, and we have long wanted to kill people and vent our anger", Bai Qi said domineeringly.

At this time, Luo Lao remembered that this was a martial arts sergeant, sighed secretly, and fought with Bai Qi again with his knife, but within ten moves, Bai Qi's long robbery was nailed to the pillar at the gate of the village.