The summer firewood is dry and flammable, so it is always carefully piled up in the stove house by the farmer, and at this moment in the courtyard where the river is located, the dry firewood stack of the stove house is burning because of the small wick that came from nowhere, like a small bush blown by the wind, mixed with a crackling sound, a hot wind blows, and the flames spread instantly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

From the stove room, all the surrounding houses were set on fire.

The leading man looked at the sudden flames in amazement, the flying chopsticks of Jiang He just now were too tricky, and they landed in the far corner of the stove house and ignited the firewood and grass, in this hot summer, the burning of firewood and grass is not slower than the rain in a rainstorm.

By the time the people in the yard found out, most of the firewood and straw stacks in the backyard had already burned to the ground.

The bandits looked back at the outside of the courtyard, their expressions were a little anxious and uneasy, naturally not because of the fire in this courtyard.

The light of the fire will inevitably alert the soldiers, and they will not be able to put out the fire, and it is only a matter of time before the soldiers arrive after the fire spreads. Thinking of this, the leading man shouted loudly and slashed the knife in his hand at the wooden table in front of him.

There was a muffled sound, the cold light crossed, the iron knife cut the wooden table into two pieces, he withdrew the knife and stepped on the bench, looked at the people in the courtyard viciously, and said coldly: "Give Lao Tzu a hurry, the disobedient will be killed and thrown into the fire." ”

Everyone was shocked, looking at his red eyes and trembling in fear, for fear that he would suddenly fall on himself with an unpleasant knife, and even the hard cypress table could be cut off with a knife, what if it fell on him.

"Bang, bang. The coins and the broken silver clashed with a pleasant sound, and the boatmen in the courtyard nervously took out all the coins in their bosoms and threw them at the tablecloth that was laid on the ground, and a small hill of silver coins had now been piled up on the cloth.

Jiang He was still holding the bowl, the fire behind him had spread to the beams of the house, the heat came from the surface, the boatmen were bustling towards the wall, the thatch on the roof was swallowed up by the fire, the flame was swallowing up, and the fine fly ash fell in the courtyard, Jiang He carefully covered the braised pork in the bowl with his sleeve.

The government seemed to be coming a little slowly, Jiang He frowned, and a piece of white ash fell on his sideburns.

The thin bandit standing behind the stout man looked at Jiang He, who was hiding behind the crowd, and suddenly pointed with his hand, and then shouted loudly: "That kid in the back, roll over." ”

Several boatmen who were originally standing beside Jiang He looked at the fingers pointing to this side, and hurriedly dodged to both sides, for fear of being hit by him. In an instant, Jianghe's surroundings turned into a vacuum, and Jianghe stood in the middle in a daze, holding a large earthen bowl in his arms.

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then slowly walked to the table with the bowl, he looked at the pile of silver coins on the ground, and really didn't want to give the only dozens of dollars on his body, which was all his family property.

He raised his head and looked at the thin bandit in front of him, his yellow teeth were crooked and annoying, Jiang He couldn't help but feel even more annoyed when he thought about the officers and soldiers who had not yet arrived and the fire behind him.

The thin man saw that Jiang He was grinding and not paying for it, and saw that he was holding a black thing, thinking it was a money jar, and couldn't help but be angry: "You turtle grandson who picks the door want to die?!" As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang He's arms with his left hand, and slashed Jiang He's neck with an iron knife with his right hand.

The boatmen in the courtyard looked at the iron knife that slashed into the river, and couldn't help but cry out, thinking that the next moment they might witness a tragic scene of a human head falling to the ground, some of the sturdy men also closed their eyes a little timidly. The few people standing beside Jiang He couldn't help but regret a little, although this young mute had just come to the courtyard for two days, after all, they had drunk at the same table, and Fang Cai himself and others pushed him to the knife with their own hands.

The strong man sitting on the bench also frowned, this kind of thing is the most effective for the first time, but if you kill too much, it will inevitably arouse the resentment of these people, and if someone resists, it will not end well.

The main thing is that so close that blood can splash on yourself.

"Poof!" came out, there was no blood splashed three feet as the huge man imagined, and there was no separation of the body as everyone thought, Jiang He was still standing in place, holding his earthen bowl in his hand, but the man with the knife flew out upside down for some reason, fell to the corner of the wall, and his thin body hit the mud wall with a loud noise.

Jiang He held the bowl in one hand, and a fist that had not been withdrawn was fixed in the air, and he frowned, not because of the fallen dry and thin bandit, but because the last piece of braised pork in his bowl was accidentally shaken out of the bowl by him, and the half-fat and half-thin piece of meat rolled twice and lay on the ground, stained with dust and firewood and grass residue.

The boatmen in the courtyard all looked at Jiang He in surprise, although they knew that Jiang He's strength was different from ordinary people, but they didn't expect him to be so vigorous, they just wanted to praise Jiang He loudly, but the bandits by the gate of the courtyard were already gloomy and came with knives.

The strong man also stood up with a knife, staring at the river with a face full of flesh.

"Look for death!" the strong man shouted, carrying an iron knife towards the river, with a huge momentum to slash, if the cut is hit, the river will inevitably be like the wooden table just now straight into half.

Jiang He looked at the chopped iron knife, snorted coldly, and threw away the earthen bowl in his hand, and the earthen bowl smashed on the hard muddy ground and shattered it. At the same time, Jiang He raised his head, tightened his legs, twisted his feet, and the muscles of his calves instantly bulged, and then Jiang He rushed towards the giant man like a flying cannonball!

"Boom!"

The giant man looked at the knife in front of him incredulously, there was nothing under the knife, not even a trace of clothes!

A white, not-so-huge fist crept into his waist, and he couldn't figure out where it came from, let alone why the thin young man who should have been split in half at this moment was crouching beside him. Before he could continue to think more, there was a sudden huge force from the white fist on his waist, his ribs began to shatter, all the way to his spine, his hand instantly lost strength and sensation, and the knife in his hand fell weakly, and at this moment he finally understood why the thin subordinate just now flew out upside down.

This majestic force was terrifying! So, he flew upside down.

Jiang He squatted and stood, his waist jumping straight, the same posture as when he carried sacks on the dock. He withdrew his strength, then straightened up, raised his hand and rubbed his somewhat reddened fist, to be honest, he wouldn't fight.

In fact, there is no need to learn this kind of thing to fight, many people are born with it, as long as they are fast enough and calm enough, they can beat others to the ground. This is not difficult for rivers to come with water. The speed of his thinking and fists is not at all comparable to these mountain bandits, he only needs to see the knife in the strong man's hand, and then find the trajectory of the knife in his hand, and then think of the offensive route, and finally simply punch, just do it.

As for the strength of the punch, he didn't have time to think, from calculating the path to attacking, he didn't have much time.

The silence in the courtyard was as deathly, except for the soft sound of the raging fire, and the loud sound of the beams falling, and the light of the fire shining on the side face of the river, red like the paper-cut of the candle by the window of the rich man's house.

The bandits stopped, they couldn't see the situation just now, they only knew that Jiang He was standing in place, and their three masters had fallen by the wall.

Another beam fell, smashed into the fire, and endless flying ash rose.

The boatmen in the courtyard let out a wonderful shout, and cast endless admiration for the brave performance of the river!

Jiang He picked up the knife that the strong man had dropped just now, and the heavy feeling was more real than the copper coin. He squinted slightly at the muddy floor of the courtyard, on which lay a dusty red flesh and a human head.