Gamers Are Fierce

In the mountains, a medium-sized caravan marched slowly.

The packhorse dragged the wooden cart full of cargo, and the wooden wheels ran over the dust, leaving two ruts.

The middle-aged guard named Yang Er was riding on the horse, staring at the gloomy mountains and forest, and subconsciously touching the hilt of the horizontal knife on his waist with his palm covered with long scars.

If it’s a peaceful year, it would be better to work as a caravan guard escort—most of the famous green forest bandits still talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, and they share unwritten unwritten rules with the government and the escort.

The **** meets the "hero man" of the Green Forest, and after he declares his home, he sends a small gift to pass through the mountain pass and protect the Dong family's wealth.

But the world is difficult and chaotic, and the government is busy suppressing the rebellion, unable to take care of the bandits in remote areas.

To make matters worse, military disasters and floods, droughts and locusts are endless, leaving a large number of refugees with nowhere to go.

Some bandits took the opportunity to gather the young people among the refugees and gather in the mountains and forests with great momentum.

These people are unruly.

Yang Er slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, faintly feeling that the scar on the back of his hand began to tingle again.

Suddenly, the deep mountains on both sides broke and stepped on the drafting wood, and dozens of shadowy figures poured down from the mountain.

Encountered a bandit.

The stewards, grooms, and shopkeepers in the caravan looked pale, and they fought each other.

The pack horse also seemed to feel something, neighing nervously.

Yang Er's expression changed suddenly, raising his fingers and blowing a sharp whistle.

The other nine caravan guards immediately took off their bows and arrows from their backs, tensed their faces, and looked vigilantly at the mountains on both sides.

The enemy is dark and I know that the bandits on the mountains on both sides can easily kill these unarmored guards by shooting a few waves of random arrows.

The reason why he didn't release the arrow might be that the other party took a fancy to the tall horse that the guards rode.

Yang Er calmed his mind and shouted loudly, "It's not just who is on the mountain? It's the **** of Pingyuan, Wengzhou, Lu County. Today is the most precious place. I will meet all my friends in a hurry. You are not polite, please let your brothers. I am going to prepare for a few days, and I will bring a heavy worship to the mountain gate to apologize."

Several bandits on horseback came on the mountain road ahead. The head was a stocky man with thieves and squirrel eyes. He was wearing ragged leather armor and holding a machete. His forehead was high and broad, his teeth were sparse and messy, and his blood-red eyes protruded like fish.

The short man stared straight at Yang Er, waved his machete, spit thick sputum on the ground, and said cruelly: "It's a fart gift, I won't eat yours.

Or, drop the weapon and leave all the valuables behind,

Or, die. "

"..."

Yang Er glanced at the trembling, bewildered caravan manager, and gritted his teeth secretly. The caravan had only ten of them as the guards, and the others were flat-headed people who had never armed.

And there are at least 30 bandits on the mountains on both sides,

Even if the weapon was dropped as the other party said, it would still be a dead word in the end.

No one said anything, and the scene fell silent for a while.

Yang Er vaguely saw that the horse on which the short man was riding had an arm hanging from the side.

Human, roasted arms.

The horseshoe stomped on the ground, Yang Er gripped the handle of the horizontal knife, and several guards pulled the bowstring silently.

"Huh, toast without fine wine."

The stocky bandit licked his dry and cracked lips, revealing the two rows of gums that are about to be corroded and pitch-black teeth, and slammed the machete in his hand, "Go!"

The shout was like a signal. The mountains and forests shot out dozens of wooden arrows that were so simple that they didn’t even have feathers.

Although the formation is scattered, but with the high terrain, it still has the lethality enough to kill.

The wooden arrow "dong dong dong" fell. Fortunately, the caravan groomsmen, who were terrified, took the opportunity to get under the pallet.

A wave of arrow feathers came down and only injured two or three packhorses.

Yang Er didn't hesitate anymore, pulled the longbow to its full length, and shot an arrow at the short man.

A cluster of iron arrows engulfed the wind and cut through the sky,

Seeing that the arrow feather is about to penetrate the simple leather armor worn by the opponent, penetrate the flesh and blood body, and take his life,

Yang Er saw that the corners of the short and sturdy man's mouth were raised high, revealing a grinning smile.

The cluster of arrows smashed through the ruined leather armor, touching the skin,

There was a collision sound of "Zheng!", all kinetic energy was instantly taken away, and he fell to the ground.

As if the arrow hit not the human body, but the bronze bell ding.

? !

Yang Er's eyes opened violently, and it was too late to think about why the other party could ignore the arrow.

The body has been driven by instinct, and the cold knife slapped the horse belly, urging the horse to gallop forward,

With the momentum of charging, the whole person rammed into the short bandit, with the long knife in his hand raised high, and he was about to chop off the head of the bandit!

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron crisscrossing sounded again, and Yang Er, who was still riding a horse to charge forward, felt a light hand and looked back.

The blade that reflected the light was spinning in mid-air, and the cross-knife made of solid iron broke, leaving only the handle.

And the stocky bandit, fortunately, sat on the horseback in his spare time, and reached out his hand to touch the neck that had just been cut by the sharp blade.

Heihuhu's neck, which hasn't been cleaned for a long time, only leaves an invisible white mark, which disappears with a gentle rub.

"Hehe."

The bandit chuckled, ignoring the shouts of fighting around him, and looked down at the roasted arms placed on the side of the horse's back, "The magical magic that the Master White Lotus bestows is not bad, it's really good..."

A few months ago, the bandit Hu Wan was just a prisoner who committed a crime and was about to be exiled to the border.

A plague ravaging states and counties,

Killed countless high-ranking officials and civilians in Guizhou without discrimination,

Also killed the two servants who escorted him,

Allow him to take the opportunity to get out of the mountains and forests and rise up together.

One day, two beautiful young women in white dresses were riding white horses slowly across the forest.

As a mountain bandit, Hu Wan sees his heart-hunting and finds it difficult to hold on to himself.

Immediately gathered the people down the mountain, and was about to capture the two women.

Unexpectedly, the two women regarded the bandits as nothing, and with a wave of their long sleeves, they threw out countless golden needles, piercing the heads of the bandits who came up with a wicked smile.

Just when Hu Wan thought he was going to be killed by the Golden Needle concealed weapon,

The other party spared his life, claiming that she was the handmaid of Bailian, specially to save Hu Wan.

The so-called "duhua" is to reward a book of Dharma with both pictures and texts.

According to the scriptures, as long as you practice this method, you will be invulnerable to fire and water, just like Buddhism does not damage the golden body.

And one of the main ways to practice is to eat the same kind.

Ah,

Thinking of this, Hu Wan couldn't help being a little funny.

The floods, droughts and locust plagues all over the world have lasted for several years.

I don’t know how many places are exposed in the wild~www.wuxiaspot.com~No **** crowing in a hundred miles,

I don’t know how many people live in exile, chewing on tree bark, eating grass roots, and even selling their sons to survive and eat.

Just cannibalism,

Hu Wan had seen, tried, and even tasted when he was a refugee...

Thoughts dragged back to reality,

Self-confident that his golden body is not bad, Hu Wan slowly raised his head, and later realized that,

The screaming and killing around me died down somehow,

No longer let down even one arrow on the mountains on both sides.

On the narrow mountain road, there were only bandits holding machetes and helpless, guards, and caravans huddled under the wooden carts.

Deathly silence enveloped the mountains and forests, and when the sun was still high in the afternoon, there was an unusually cold atmosphere spreading.

A young man in a black robe walked slowly down the mountain.