Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Or is it more?

The bandit team, which numbered just over 2,000 people, looked at the sea of people rushing towards this side, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

Some even begin to instinctively retreat.

They do often lick blood on the tip of the knife, and they have killed many people in their hands.

But they're just a bunch of bandits, after all.

Without sophisticated armor and sharp weapons, you can bully and bully ordinary people on weekdays.

Now that the number of ordinary people is more than ten times that of them, and they take the initiative to encircle and suppress them, then their ruthlessness is useless at all.

The eldest brother's nervous forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he hurriedly waved his hand to signal a pause.

"Everyone, you're here to ask for food! I'm just a little bit here! The rivers and lakes are in emergency! I see you haven't eaten in a long time! Why don't we give it all to you? ”

Thinking that these guys were crazy from hunger and desperate to rob their refugees, the bandit boss chose to break the money to avoid disaster.

After all, they really forced the other party to be anxious, and they who were about to starve to death didn't care whether they were ruthless or not.

On the one hand, he worked hard for money, but on the other hand, he played with his life in order to be alive.

Guess who are the real bandits at this time? Who is the real ruthless?

It's a pity that the words of the leading brother are useless, because this group of refugees has already eaten.

They didn't come here for any food.

The militia captain grabbed his broadsword and stared at the bandits on this side with wide eyes.

After two nervous breaths, he suddenly roared wildly, and rushed towards this direction with his big sword in both hands.

And his shot was like a signal.

The refugees, who were huddled in the group and cowered and did not dare to approach, also roared madly and rushed forward.

In an instant, the crowd surged, and the bandits could only see countless refugees with hideous expressions, waving all kinds of farm tools in their hands, charging towards this side regardless of the eyes.

"Defend yourself! Don't run! Don't run! ”

The eldest brother who took the lead roared as he retreated, but it was a pity that his younger brothers were okay to fight a dozen tailwind battles.

At this time, he is facing an enemy more than ten times his own, and he is facing this kind of mortal ending.

The group didn't even touch each other, and the bandits chose to run in all directions.

In an instant, the defeat of the army was like a mountain, and the defeat of everyone gave the refugee group great courage.

The leading brother of the bandits is also a master, with sixth-order strength.

Facing several guys rushing towards him, he swung his knife and slashed out several qi blades in succession, tearing the opponent's body apart on the spot.

In the face of such a bloody scene, if you are a refugee in the past, you will definitely turn around and flee, and at worst, you will be afraid.

But at this time, the refugees were like crazy, and they rushed towards this side with red eyes and no care.

Without giving him a chance to strike again, a strong man ran wildly, slammed into his stomach, and crashed into the carriage with him.

With a loud bang, the two of them tumbled to the ground, and the long knife in the hand of the leading brother was thrown out.

Before he could kick the strong man away, he reached out to pick up the knife, and a thin arm suddenly reached out from the crowd, holding the scissors and inserting them directly into the back of his hand.

In an instant, the leading brother, whose entire palm was penetrated, directly erupted into a piercing wail.

But the cry didn't last long.

Before he could roll and scream for two seconds, a large wooden hammer used to repair the carriage had hit him in the forehead from above.

In an instant, blood flowed everywhere, and the limbs of the leading brother who was caught off guard shook when he was beaten, and his eyes turned black.

With this blackness, he also has no chance of recovery.

All kinds of farm tools came from all directions, beating his body wildly.

No matter how strong the sixth-order master is, after all, he is also flesh and blood.

Not to mention being stunned by someone exchanging his life for his life as soon as the fight began.

After receiving hundreds of blows in a row, he fell in a pool of blood, and his body was blurred with flesh and blood, completely losing his movement.

But even so, the refugees, who were not sure whether he was dead or not, were still beating him desperately, as if they were going to smash him completely.

Such a murderous scene made the second boss next to him who was playing with the refugees stupid.

Wielding the spear in his hand, he took advantage of the long-pole weapon to force the surrounding refugees not to approach.

Looking at the more and more people surrounding from all directions, the hands of the second master are shaking more and more seriously.

Before he could figure out how to escape from the encirclement, the refugees, who had been surrounding and did not dare to approach, suddenly one of them grabbed a stone and threw it in this direction.

With a snap, the second master who was unfortunately recruited was directly smashed with blood from the corner of his eye.

Seeing this, the refugees' eyes lit up, and they grabbed the objects they could throw and threw them wildly in this direction.

Gravel, shoes, hats, bags.

The second master, who was constantly smashed on his body by all kinds of messy things, was beaten and screamed while turning around and trying to escape.

But no matter which direction he is facing, what awaits him must be that he can't see the human wall behind him, and all kinds of debris thrown indiscriminately.

Some of the guys had even picked up the dead bandit's long-pole weapons, or dismantled the bamboo poles from the car, and stood together and stabbed him indiscriminately.

I can't rush out again, and I can only be beaten passively if I stay here.

The second master, who had been smashed to the point of bleeding from his head, fled in a panic while brandishing his weapon.

As a result, he slipped under his feet, and he fell to the ground on the spot after stepping on a corpse.

Looking at the headless corpse whose head had been cut off and was lying in a pool of blood, the second boss who had been beaten by this series of attacks was so frightened that he screamed wildly.

It's a pity that the refugees around him won't let him go because he screams.

Seeing that this guy fell to the ground, and even the weapon in his hand fell away, where would the surrounding refugees let go of such an opportunity.

Everyone rushed up, grabbing all kinds of weapons and waving them at his side, and the frightened second master's body slammed into the carriage.

Underneath the lined carriage, a figure moved forward on all fours, rolling and crawling.

A large number of weapons can also be seen in the gaps on both sides, slashing indiscriminately.

Scythes, hammers, bamboo tubes, ploughs, brooms.

Under the siege of all kinds of farm tools, the second master, who was screaming and crawling, was quickly covered with scars.

Under the siege and interception of countless people, he climbed from one end of the convoy to the other end of the convoy, and there was no good place on his exposed skin, all kinds of wounds, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Struggling to climb out from under the car, he turned and kicked the refugee who was crawling after him, poking him in the face with a homemade bamboo gun, knocking him to the ground.

The second master, who was even crawling, didn't care about the wounds all over his body, looked up and tried to find a way out, and then was completely stunned on the spot.

As far as the eye can see, there are people all around who are fighting.

Every bandit who escaped was surrounded by a dozen or even dozens of people.

The refugees were forming in a circle, beating them wildly with weapons of all kinds.

Some guys have been out of breath for a long time, but they are still being smashed by the red-eyed crowd.

Blood stained land after land.

And the bandits who have been confirmed dead are not surrounded by anyone.

But they also lost their heads.

Their heads had been cut off and were hanging from the waist of the leader of the refugee team.

The head, which was still dripping blood, and the frightened eyes that revealed until death, made the second master staggered to his knees.

Aren't they farmers? I should have killed them myself.

Are these guys crazy?

What the hell is going on here?!

Just when the second master sat on the ground with a frightened face.

Behind him, who was completely stupid, a thin woman, holding the big knife she picked up from the corpse of the big boss, raised her weapon with a hideous expression, and slashed at the neck of the second boss with all her might.

This military feat! It's hers!