Chapter 191: The Battle of the Mountain Village (2)

Of course, these are Li Xiaotao's thoughts. He didn't know what the Mandarin Duck Array was, let alone the Bamboo Wolf Array. I only felt that this group of people was a dung fork and a bamboo without branches and leaves, and I knew that this was a group of rabble who were not as good as themselves.

"Brothers, let these mud-legged people know what it means to fight! There is a reward for killing, but we will arrest people for the government!" Don't look at Li Xiaotao shouting loudly, but he didn't step forward with one arm hanging down, just shouted behind the crowd.

Li Xiaotao also told them in advance that this time he was here to arrest the fugitives, and he could also get a reward from the demolition company, so he would gather so many idle gangsters.

This group of people was originally brave and ruthless, and when they heard Li Xiaotao shout like this, the ruthlessness became even stronger. Everybody's fierce.

And the villagers of the division family who lined up the array were a little frightened. They were originally honest peasants, and if it weren't for their own homes, they wouldn't have picked up the dung fork under the encouragement of the old village chief and the later students.

Before the battle was engaged, the momentum of the two sides was immediately apparent. Seeing such a scene, Li Xiaotao laughed even more arrogantly. However, Shi Yong and the others who were pressing the formation by the stone bridge were so anxious that they stomped their feet, and there was no way at all.

If Shi Yong also led people to rush up, let's not say whether he could win or not, in case Li Xiaotao took the rest of the people to attack the stone bridge, the village would be completely breached. He couldn't afford that, so he had no choice but to do it there.

The two men finally approached a position where they could reach out. Although there were crossbowmen in the formation of Shijia Village, this arrow would kill people, so he didn't dare to let go of the arrow at all. And the pikemen did not dare to come forward to assassinate, but only shouted there to embolden themselves.

Relatively speaking, even if Li Xiaotao is experienced, they have all done it alone or in groups. Seeing that the villagers didn't dare to do anything, they didn't pay attention to this group of ordinary people even more. Blowing his beard and raising his knife, he slashed at a villager's head.

And the villager was obviously frightened, his mouth was dry, his throat was hoarse, he couldn't make a sound at all, and his body seemed to be immobilized by a spell, and he couldn't move at all. I could only watch as the glittering silver machete slashed at my head.

It was only when he heard the dull sound of "tuk" that the villager realized that he was shrouded in a thick lid above his head, and that the machete was also slashing at the lid.

"Do you have a burning stick in your hand?" the roar rang in his ears, shaking the villagers. Only then did he realize that he also had a weapon in his hand, and it was a burning stick with a spear head attached. He wanted to protest that he was holding a burning stick, but at this time, he could not speak again.

The thug on the other side had already kicked the lid open, and at the same time pulled the knife back from the lid. Still blowing his beard and glaring at the villager.

The villager had come back to his senses after the fright, but he still didn't dare to use the stabbing technique he had learned in training. Of course, it may be that he has long forgotten the thrust that he has practiced for a long time. Instead, he picked up his spear and swung it at the bastard like a stick.

Of course, the gangster wasn't a vegetarian either. He had been guarding against his spear for a long time, but when he saw that the villager was just swinging with brute force, he had to retreat and dodge.

That's it, although the two sides are scuffling together. Although the villagers were slightly outwhelmed, they did not suffer any loss by relying on their brute strength and the fact that their weapons were generally longer.

But after a long time, the physical strength of the villagers was a little unable to keep up. The flaws in the wielding of the long weapon became more and more obvious, and the cooperation in the battle formation was not tacit, which exacerbated the decline. For example, a villager with a wolf whisk harnesses harassed the enemy with a long bamboo wolf whisk, and at this time, a villager with a spear should step forward and take the opportunity to stab. But the spear villager himself was wielding it very excitedly, and where would he notice the plight of the wolf villager.

At this time, the wolf villager was still fighting with one of the gangsters, and the other two gangsters took the opportunity to get in front of the wolf villager from the side. Although it is an inch long and an inch strong, once it is approached, the machete used by that person's family is extremely dangerous.

At this critical moment, the villagers holding the pot lid came out to rescue them in time. After all, when choosing a pot lid hand, you are choosing a person who is flexible and very brave. I saw the pot lid hand holding the machete with the pot lid, and pushing it out with the knife. The thug also felt like he had been hit by a car, and involuntarily backed away.

But only one person was repelled by the pot cover hand, and one thug had already arrived at the wolf hand. The wolf wheath is too long at this time to turn back, so he is no different from his bare hands at this time. Just as the wolf slasher tried to dodge the slashing blade, a dark shadow slammed into him first, knocking the bastard to the ground in one fell swoop.

The wolf shook his eyes and saw that it was the captain Erniu who came. In addition to being the captain of the team, Er Niu also has to be a firefighting team, where he can't stand it, he has to pounce on it. Of course, he, the captain, actually doesn't know how to command, and even if he does, no one listens to him. Because at this time, it was completely beaten into a pot of porridge, and there was no formation to speak of.

But fortunately, Erniu still remembered his duty, and when he saw that the wolf was about to suffer, he rushed over to rescue. But the gangster didn't give it in vain, and after being knocked over, he raised his knife and rushed over again.

Erniu had already practiced martial arts, and he was not afraid at this time. After a moment's pause, the knife slashed at the gangster's neck. The thug choked at first, instinctively trying to lean back and dodge. But the firewood knife strangely reversed its direction and changed from a flat sweep to a downward split. Immediately slashed the thug's thigh, and blood splattered out.

Blood gushed like a spring, splashing everywhere, and Erniu and the gangster were stunned on the spot. Then, almost at the same time, the two screamed. The thug also threw himself to the ground, holding himself in his thighs and howling.

At this time, there were even more people shouting: "Kill, kill, kill......".

Seeing blood means an escalation of the conflict. The gangsters usually want to see blood when they fight, so seeing blood stimulates their ferocity even more. As soon as that kind of brave and ruthless momentum came up, the villagers immediately couldn't parry, and the battle array was even more defeated.

It's okay if there is a defense that slowly retreats and falls, at least it is protected by a giant shield on the door panel. But the villagers panicked, and they didn't care what formation, and the strength of carrying the door panel slowed down significantly. He was reluctant to throw away the door panel, because it had been removed from the door of his house, and his aunt told him not to lose it.

But it was a step too late, and several thugs surrounded Dali. With a chaotic knife, he beckoned to Dali, and saw Dali fall in a pool of blood.

"Vigorously...... Yes!...... I've fought with you......"

At this time, the villager who had been wielding a spear was also anxious, because Dali was his own brother. He didn't care if he was safe or unsafe at this time, so he picked up his spear and rushed forward.

Seeing that a thug was swinging a knife and slashing at Dali's body, the villager raised his gun and stabbed it. Because of the great strength, he was chosen as the door shield bearer. And his brother became a spearman because he was more flexible than him.

It can be seen that his younger brother was cut into a blood gourd, how can he stand by and watch, his eyes are already full of blood. The shot was so powerful that it stabbed through the thug's back at once, revealing a bloody tip from his stomach. I stabbed that bastard in half, and I saw that I was going to die.

(To be continued...... ）