On the granite pavement illuminated by a full moon, five masked men are surrounding a man in rich armor, with a ponytail on his head and a wooden stick in both hands holding a sword. Not far from the www.biquge.info of the Pavilion lay two equally masked men on the ground, who had been humming and moaning, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the weapons next to them and the black-haired man with a bright silver spear standing in front of them. Behind the man squatted a little girl, carrying a large burden that was not proportional to her size.

The black-haired man with the spear stood casually, watching with interest the battle that was about to begin in front of him, not paying much attention to the two moaning on the ground.

At this time, one of the five big men surrounding the man in the luxurious armor, the strong man standing behind the man in armor with a long horse fork, suddenly stabbed the weapon in his hand, not far away, and the tip of the horse fork instantly stabbed behind the man in armor, and it was about to collide with the luxurious armor.

I saw that the armor flashed, and the long horse fork only stabbed the remnant of the armor left by the brilliance, and the target had already left the place sideways to get out of the way. The owner of the horse fork did not expect that his attack would fail, leaned forward without stopping, and followed the horse fork forward two more steps.

This mistake did not allow the armoured man to miss, and the stick slashed up hard, hitting the strong man with a fork in the jaw. At this time, the other four people all reacted, but due to their respective positions, the degree of flexibility of their movements, and the speed of their reactions, there was a picture of a joint attack without any rules and no tacit understanding at all.

The big man holding the axe to the left of the armored man held the iron axe high, intending to slash the axe at the armored man, but his movements were the slowest of all, and now the axe was only raised.

The big man holding the mace on the right reacted slowly, he subconsciously took half a step back when he saw the man in armor turn around and slash his companion with a horse fork, and when he saw his companion on the opposite side raising his axe and preparing to attack, he remembered to attack, so he stepped forward again, and the mace in his hand was retracting backwards, ready to be swung with strength.

The big man with the long sword behind the armored man was the fastest to react, although he was the farthest, but now he was the closest one, and his posture of swinging the sword was very steady, the sword was already slashing at the back of the armored man's head, and a short advance could successfully hit the target.

The big man with the sickle was half a step slower than the big man with the long sword, and the sickle in his hand was held high, and the whole person rushed forward with the big man with the long sword.

The man in armor didn't seem to be going to stand obediently waiting for the sword to greet the back of his head, and he shifted his position again, leaving another trail of blue brilliance in his original position. The sword pierced through the blue with a silver glow, causing no damage to the armoured man.

The man in armor was now clinging to the big man who was holding his axe, and the big man didn't seem to expect his opponent to dodge the attack on his own, and had forgotten to do a melee attack, but he didn't have much chance to do it. For the armoured man had let go of a hand holding a wooden stick as he approached him, and had slammed his unprotected elbow to his abdomen, and now he was suffering from pain, and the axe he was holding on was disturbed, and it was no longer in grip, and one of his hands was loose, leaving only the other hand holding the tail.

The elbow blow in the lower abdomen did not make the long axe man lose his ability to attack, and the armored man turned to the back of the long axe man before the mace was about to smash it behind him, and used his upper body to push the long axe man to let his body be used as a shield. The mace smashed firmly into the chest of the long axe man, and poof, the long axe man with a mouthful of blood fell.

The big man who wielded the mace didn't expect this to be the result, and his face was full of panic. And the big man with the long sword used the sword to protect himself and retreated to defend. The big man with the scythe kept his posture and continued to move forward, wielding the scythe to slash the trouser rack man from the side. The man in armor ignored the big man with the long sword who retreated and the big man with the scythe who came to chop him. Pushing the human shield towards the scythe man, he held the wooden stick with both hands again, and stabbed it out like a sword, stabbing it squarely in the heart of the mace man who had been blocked by the human shield before. The mace fell to the ground with a clatter, and the big man grabbed his heart with both hands, and fell to his knees with a painful expression, fainting before he could cry out in pain.

Immediately after that, the armored man turned sideways and knocked the weapon in the hand of the scythe man who was hindered in his movements, quickly approached the other party, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the back of the opponent's neck, and pulled it in the direction of his knees, and at the same time jumped up and hit the unlucky man's nose with his knees, allowing him to fall to the side with inertia.

Finally, the man in armor held the stick in both hands and faced each other with the only remaining man with a long sword. But an unexpected thing happened: the big man with the long sword turned his head and ran, and the whole action was done in one go, and the man in armor couldn't adapt to such tactics at all, and he was instantly stunned in place.

"Wren! leave him behind!" Mo He's voice woke Wren up, and he didn't think much about it, he directly changed the wooden stick to his right hand grip, aimed the wooden stick at the back of the fleeing robber leader like a javelin, and then threw the wooden stick fiercely.

There was a scream, and the fleeing figure fell to the ground, motionless and uncertain.

"Wren, go get his sword back. Mo He said to Wren, then turned around and patted Sha Anna, who was still squatting behind him, and said, "Okay, Sha Anna! ”

"Okay, Uncle Mo He!" Sha Anna jumped up, looked left and right, and saw two robbers lying on the ground in front of her, and four people lying on the ground in the distance, motionless, and Uncle Ren was walking farther away, probably to get the sword that Uncle Mo He said.

After seeing the situation clearly, the little girl happily ran to the four people lying on the ground and squatted down. Seeing this, Mo He hurriedly spoke to stop: "Shaanna! They are not dead yet. Do not take anything from a living person. ”

"Oh, all right, Uncle Mohe!" the little girl jumped up again and ran to Wren's side, where she saw Wren pick up a long sword under one of the robbers.

Mo He slapped his forehead and said, "Shaana! That one over there shouldn't be dead either! Your Uncle Ren is just going to get the loot." ”

"Oh, Uncle Mo He, I know!" Sha Anna replied wistfully, and then ran back to Mo He, as if there was no dead man to pick up, and the little girl felt bored.

Seeing Mo He and their figures go away, the two people who were moaning on the ground hurriedly got up, picked up their weapons on the ground, and went over to check the situation of the other few companions who fell to the ground motionless, it seemed that their injuries were not as serious as they imagined.

They found a rocky meadow in the town, disposed of the rocks a little, laid out mats, and planned to spend the night here.

"After Wren, you will have a weapon to use, and the wooden stick can be given to Shaanna to use as a crutch. It's a bit long, though, so you'll have to help cut it shorter. ”

After simply raising a small bonfire with weeds and dry branches, Mo He said to Wren, who was checking the situation of the long sword in his hand by the campfire.

"Hahaha! It's been a lot of fun tonight. I didn't expect you to let me take the other party's weapon for my own use. Wren thought it was funny when he thought about the people who had just fought, his martial arts were not good, and the leader of the robbers actually left his companions and fled alone, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with snatching his blade.

"We never rob other people's things. But if someone comes and robs us, we have to tell them that there is a price to pay for doing this. Mo He smiled and chatted with Wren.

Soon the wooden stick was sharpened, Mo He took the weapon he had used to look at, and threw the wooden stick back to Wren, saying, "This head doesn't need to be sharpened." The little girl is not a warrior, and sharpening it is easy to hurt her. ”

"Oh, sorry! I'm used to cutting it like that. I forgot to consider the little girl's feelings. Hahaha. Wren smiled and caught the stick and sharpened it with his sword again for a while, then saw that it was almost suitable and handed it to Mo He to see.

Mo He took it in his hand and tried it, and then called Sha Anna to let her try it. Shaanna was very pleased to see fit, and then put the stick on top of the big bag, and went back to tending to the fire.

"How about that sword?" I saw you just now for a while, are you still satisfied?" Mo He asked Wren.

"There is nothing wrong with normal fighting. This is supposed to be a sword made by an apprentice, the thickness is uneven, the hilt is off the axis, and it is not easy to wield. But I can overcome these little problems. Wren spoke of his assessment of the sword in his hand.

"There's no way, I don't have the money to buy a good sword for the time being, so I can only take it for the time being. Okay, it's not early, you and Shaanna go to bed first, I'll watch the first half of the night, and then change you in the second half of the night. Mo He said.

"Yes, yes! Do I still have to tell Shaanna a story?" Wren asked.

"Then you'll have to ask our family, Shaanna. Mo He replied with a smile.

"Shaanna wants to listen to bedtime stories!" Uncle Wren told me. Shaanna was still squatting next to the fire and taking care of the fire, and when she heard that the story was about to be told, she hurriedly ran back and lay down on the mat, in the posture of obediently listening to the story. This gave Wren, who is not good at storytelling, a headache, and he told stories to Shaanna for the past two days, but he temporarily relieved Mo He.