Sure enough, in Shangwang Village, there was a faint sound of children crying, and a wisp of fireworks rose up, and it seemed that there were indeed people inside.

Fang Yinglong's face turned blue, and the favorite things of the rogue militia were to kill people, set fires and rob food, kill children, and rape women. Fang Yinglong was naturally extremely hateful, and he said to the left and right: "Guy, run a mile away and send a signal, and call for support from the cavalry and other killer teams on the left and right." "No matter how many people come from the militia on the opposite side, it's always good to have more help, after he gave the order, the gang went in and out of the formation, the guy has the best endurance in a killer team, often has to carry a hundred and ten pounds of grain for a long time, generally does not participate in the battle, and the reason why the gang wants to run out of a mile to send a signal is to prevent the militia in the village from seeing the signal.

Fang Yinglong pointed at the spear, the whole team advanced, this tactical team except for the guy, a total of twenty-one people, although the ninth killer team in the last war was exhausted, but Fang Yinglong survived, after the war, some of the new group of killer team was drawn from other teams, Wu Chuanyu scattered the instructor team around him, and used all his strength to expand the Fang family soldiers a lot, after many battles, Wu Chuanyu and Zhang Jiayu agreed that the current killer team can compete head-on with Hu Quan's armor pacesetter.

A group of people slowed down, lowered their bodies, and slowly approached the cottage, which was similar to the other cottages, and there was a dam used to dry crops on weekdays, and the sound of crying came from that side.

The group bypassed many ruins and walls, and entered Zhuangzi, and saw that the old man and several children who had burned the fire in the field were lying on the ground, and the blood was flowing down, and their eyes were wide open, and the old man was not dead, and he tried to protect the child behind him, but a gun hole pierced him, and the child he tried to protect was perhaps his grandson, and the child also died under this shot, and the child died wide open, but his eyes were lifeless.

Fang Yinglong bowed down and stroked the old man's eyes hard, his eyebrows stood upside down, the reason why the wandering militia killed the child was because the child had no combat effectiveness, could not be a soldier, and had to eat food, and the old man was the same way, and the old man had to consume food, every time the Qin bandits incorporated the newly recruited homeless people into the camp, they would have to think of executing the children and the elderly, as for the young and strong children and women, they were the objects to be kept.

The group walked for half a pillar of incense, and when they arrived at the square, they saw a heinous scene.

A group of civilians who had just escaped from the mountains rushed to the side, they cowered and did not dare to speak out, and more than a dozen militiamen stood on the side, watching them.

A rogue militiaman, who seemed to be an armored pacesetter among the rogue militia, wearing chain mail and cotton armor, he was holding a long-handled tiger tooth knife, carrying a round shield on his back, his expression was very indifferent, and he only stared at the group of people in front of him.

There are two more below, also the appearance of the pacesetters in armor, but they are obviously a level lower than this, and there are about forty rogue militiamen behind them, some have armor, some do not, but they all have weapons, they stand separately, and surround this group of ordinary people.

While pulling a rope, the women and children walked from there one by one, if they were shorter than the rope, they were killed on the spot, and more than ten children had been killed, as for the women, if they were not too old, they would not be killed, these women were tied to the ropes, tied to the side, and waited for a while to pull them away, and the young men in the crowd were pulled aside and carried their hands on their backs, these young men would be an excellent source of soldiers, and they were also excellent labor, and the Qin bandits were extremely cherished, but the Qin bandits did not think that the old man had this role, and now a pacesetter in armor was picking and looking at this group of young and strong to see if there were any old ones。

The picky pacesetter stepped forward and said, "These goods are all good, they are all strong." ”

The pacesetter with the shield stepped forward, walked around the young man, and suddenly laughed fiercely, grabbed one person from more than ten young men, pulled it out, and pulled out the tiger tooth knife from the back, wanting to kill.

The man was not old, but he had a little gray hair on his head, and the middle-aged man with gray hair cried out, "You brutes, you must not die well...... while one of the women also got up: "The ...... who is in charge of the house, who is in charge" The voice was very miserable.

Several rogue militiamen stepped forward and held down the middle-aged man with white hair on his head, and the pacesetter raised the tiger tooth knife, and he was about to slash it down.

Fang Yinglong said in a low voice: "Shoot"

The sound of "whoosh" sounded, four crossbow arrows flew out, two shot at the pacesetter who took the lead, and two took the two pacesetters in armor, Fang Yinglong had already seen that these three people were the leaders of this group of rogue militia, and the first target was the three of them, a killer team of four crossbowmen, four crossbow arrows at a time, Fang Long should give priority to attacking these three pacesetters, and these three people were the leaders at a glance.

The pacesetter, who was in double armor and holding a shield, reacted the fastest, and as soon as the arrow was fired, he heard the sound of the bowstring, and he roared, suddenly lowered his body, and rolled to the ground. The arrow that had been shot at his head flew into the crowd, and the other shot at his waist was supposed to be struck by the waist, but when he looked down, he only slashed over his back and did not hurt him.

The other two armoured pacesetters were obviously inferior to this one, one was shot in the eye, screamed, scratched his hands in the air a few times, and then fell to the ground, and the other was shot in the waist, apparently piercing the armor at such a close distance, he screamed, dragged himself up, and fled.

Fang Yinglong said coldly: "Up, kill the light." ”

A group of people jumped out together, immediately lined up, rushed towards dozens of wandering militiamen, the crossbowmen threw their crossbows, pulled out the short knife, the big stick hand and the big stick raised, the group did not run fast, but it was orderly, not the slightest chaos, in the previous training, the team that ran away was about to be beaten.

The pacesetter with the tiger tooth knife roared, grabbed the middle-aged white-haired man in front of him with his hand, and pushed it over to this side, the wandering militia was a little flustered at first, but seeing that the captain who led the team was not dead, he also made up his mind and gathered behind the captain, and the people who had stayed on the side also dispersed in a hurry, and no one cared about them at this time, and the cries of the child and the woman sounded.

Dozens of rogue militia shouted and rushed to this side, they were not in formation, but they were also extremely imposing.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the young men who had been subdued over there saw the officers and soldiers coming, they didn't run with the women, but pounced on those wandering militiamen empty-handed, some of their sons had just been killed, and some of their old parents had been killed, how could they let go of their hatred and run for their lives, and immediately fought together, although they had no weapons, but they were still very enthusiastic.

One of the rogue militiamen who rushed to the killer team pounced, the gunman easily shot him to the end, and the other wanted to go around the back, Fang Yinglong's flag gun smashed into his thigh, the barb behind the flag gun, Fang Yinglong hooked him with a barb, dragged him into the formation, and then the big stickman stepped forward and beat him into meat sauce with a stick.

The commander of the armor-clad pacesetter originally wanted to charge into battle, but he saw that one of his two lieutenants was shot dead, and the other ran away, and the other outcasts were scattered to the side, scuffling with these young men, and the opponent was obviously a hard idea, and in a moment, he killed a few rogue militiamen, and he was not damaged at all, and when he saw that it was impossible to win, he immediately wanted to escape.

He pushed the middle-aged man in front of him up, slashed it, and then pushed the approaching killer team hard, and then drilled back, although this Wu Chang was big and wore heavy armor, he was also extremely flexible, and he was about to flash into the crowd.

The middle-aged man made him slash a knife, right in the throat, this knife cut the artery, blood spurted like a spring, the middle-aged man grabbed his hands indiscriminately, grabbed a breath on the killer's shield, swallowed his breath, the body lay on the ground, and his mother-in-law on the other side was crying and squeezing this way.

Fang Yinglong's eyebrows fell, he snatched a spear from the gunman's hand, looked at the captain, threw it hard, and the gun flew straight towards the pacesetter of the wandering militia who was retreating.

But the captain is also a veteran of battles, when he runs, he is facing the killer team, leaning back, he has already guarded this hand, this shot poked his small hand shield, "bell" suddenly, this captain threw the hand shield, and the gun did not stab.

Then he retreated into the crowd.

Fang Yinglong threw the spear and said to the big stickman behind him: "You come to command." Then he snatched a shield from the hands of the short soldiers, untied his waist sword, and squeezed out of the formation, and he made up his mind to slaughter the armored soldier like the captain.

A rogue militiaman saw his uniform, knew that it was a captain and a kind of person, squeezed up to kill him, Fang Yinglong waited until he squeezed in front of him, suddenly the shield hit his face, and the waist knife waved at the bottom, the waist knife cut open the unarmored stomach of this rogue militia, and the cyan intestines flowed on the ground, this rogue militia threw down his weapon and knelt on the ground with his stomach covered, Fang Yinglong didn't look at him, stepped on his intestines, and went to chase the captain who wanted to escape.

The wandering militia who wanted to kill Fang Yinglong saw a few shields squeezed up, he struggled to pick up his weapon, his hand just stretched out, and was stepped on by the people on the side, and then the shadow of the big shield became higher and higher, covering the sun, and when he arrived in front of his house, several shields suddenly separated, and a chain head of dozens of catties came down from the sky with the sound of the wind, making a "woo" sound, which was the last thought of the militia was: "Why is there no light, are they blocking the sun." ”

Fang Yinglong squeezed through the crowd, and saw that the armor-clad pacesetter was extremely flexible, he didn't disarm, if someone blocked him on the road, he would swing his knife and slash and kill, it seemed that this person seemed to know some martial arts.

Fang Yinglong is the same, since the last war, Wu Chuanyu taught them some internal strength methods of pranayama and the method of long strength, Fang Yinglong also practiced, and grew a lot of strength, if the people in the rivers and lakes knew that Wu Chuanyu taught the internal strength of the Bashan faction to these sergeants in this way, I don't know how many people are going to join the army, and the internal strength of the Bashan faction is naturally a fart of the gods - extraordinary.

Several militiamen once again targeted Fang Yinglong, and let Fang Yinglong swing the knife to kill, the knife edge rolled a little, now compared to before, he is no longer an apprentice who can only dial the abacus, and the knife practice is also very good, because there is a "hundred days of knife practice", it is said that the knife practice is extremely fast, Wu Chuanyu drew the knife technique he knew into a map, a book per person, widely circulated in the army, Fang Yinglong did not learn it all, he only practiced what he thought was effective, the ones he liked, the simpler the better, and now the soldiers below are not "flower methods" Instead, it is based on the "killing method" of actual combat.

Squeezed through the chaotic crowd, he saw that the armored soldier was running towards the road, Fang Yinglong hacked to death another spearman, got rid of the entanglement of these rogue militiamen, chased after him, and did not kill him, Fang Yinglong felt uncomfortable.

Both of them broke away from the crowd, and the officers and soldiers behind them and the displaced people were slashing each other, but the officers and soldiers had the upper hand, they were organized and disciplined, and more and more young people rushed to help, it was only a matter of time before they all hacked to death the dozens of displaced militiamen.

Jumping over the two dirt roads, he saw the figure of the wandering militia, looking back, and when he saw that there was only one Fang Yinglong, he was not in a hurry at first, this wandering militia can be the captain, I don't know how many people he killed, the other party came alone just to send him to death, when he saw Fang Yinglong's face did not change and chopped over a few of the militiamen who blocked him, this captain finally realized that the person chasing behind him was a hard idea.

The two men confronted each other, facing each other, fifteen paces away and less than two hundred paces from the battlefield.

At this time, Fang Yinglong's right hand is a single knife with a thick back of eight catties, a round shield in his right hand, three layers of cowhide, and a pair of cotton armor on his body, dyed red, and the captain of the rogue militia still has a tiger tooth knife in his hand, it is estimated that there are twenty catties, this knife is used to cut people, often even the bones are cut, and there are chain mail and cotton armor on the body, compared with the physique of the two people, the rogue militia is stronger, and Fang Yinglong is a little thinner, but both of them are strong men, the same calm, now they are staring at each other with their eyes, they are not making a sound, they are estimating the other party's next move。

The sound of killing in the back began to be smaller, it was the rogue militia who had almost slashed and killed, the cries of the officers and soldiers came from behind, the sad cries of the remaining young men, and some of the defeated homeless soldiers fled to this side, and the killer team of twenty people was divided into four squads, each team had shield men, gunners, crossbowmen, stick hands, The soldiers were each short-handed, and they began to chase and kill in groups, and some young men who had the courage to come back also picked up agricultural tools to chase and kill the remaining militia deserters, and the officers and soldiers were beheaded on the spot after being caught, but after being caught by the young men, they were often bitten by the young men with hatred before they were killed.

The face of the captain of the militia changed, but he was afraid that it would not be long before the officers and soldiers would chase and kill, these officers and soldiers were much stronger than the guards, he thought they were the infantry in the Liao soldiers, because these soldiers were too much stronger than the original local battalion soldiers, and his team of people would collapse after a while, thinking that the officers and soldiers who came later were also this kind of difficult role, he estimated the time, but he was afraid that the other party would catch up, and when the time came, it would definitely die.

The captain opened his mouth, and a smile forced into his stiff face, but it was as ugly as the crack of old bark, and the blackened teeth made people look disgusting, and he stretched out his hand, took a few strokes in his arms, and felt a few pieces of gold, which glittered in the sun.

He raised his hand and said in a stiff tone: "Gold, give, don't chase." ”

The gold was thrown at Fang Rulong's feet.

A piece of gold flew towards Fang Rulong's face, Fang Rulong took a slight knife and jumped the gold piece away, turning the direction slightly under his feet to prevent the other party from suddenly impacting.

After the leader of the rogue militia threw the gold, he retreated, he thought that Fang Yinglong would pick up gold, but Fang Yinglong's eyes didn't turn around, he just stared at him, and when he saw him retreating, he also took a few steps forward, always maintaining a distance of fifteen to twenty steps, this distance, the other party could not attack suddenly.

The captain of the rogue militia saw Fang Yinglong's eyes staring at him without turning, and understood that the other party must kill, he suddenly became furious, with a distorted look on his face, and rushed over a few steps, the iron armor piece clanged, and due to the excessive force, he stepped on a few footprints on the mud ground.