The sky is dim and the moon is dark.

The wind blows the bamboo forests on both sides, the birds fly on the branches, and the leaves fall.

The villagers of Guzhuang used their strength to throw all the things they could hold in their hands towards the bandits.

Gu Xiang looked closely and was startled: "Old patriarch?!"

The old patriarch was so old that he was still jumping up the mountain with a crutch, drinking, his face flushed, and following a few young people around, the young people were frowning, obviously unable to stop them.

Gu Xiang pressed his eyebrows and was amused and crying: "He is going to join in the fun!"

Shaking his head, Gu Xiang asked someone to let the old dog know and asked someone to go and invite the old patriarch down the mountain and take the rest at home.

"If you have any worries, just go to the authentic tunnel first. I remember that the authentic tunnel in the old patriarch's house was very ventilated, and I also placed a bed. Let him sleep in the authentic tunnel tonight."

Gu Xiang gave a few instructions.

With the large number of enemies, she also made some money in her heart. She didn't seem as calm as she showed, but she was just a little bit.

If it weren't for Guzhuang, it might be really dangerous.

But this is their base camp.

Since Xueying arrived, countless hidden locks of mechanisms have been set up at the entrances of each village and passes.

Now the serious mechanism has not been opened, and only ordinary things to resist the enemy are used.

These are the previous mechanisms.

After all, the village is just an ordinary village. Gu Xiang is worried that the scene will be too big and will cause trouble again. At that time, Gu Xiang didn't know that her life experience was so bizarre, and she still had trouble even if she acted in a low-key manner. So she controlled the snow eagle. The final defense measures were just defense. There were injuries, and many of them could instantly relieve people's ability to move, but they did not take human life.

This time, Xueying returned from the capital, and upgraded the safety measures at home and farm again. This time, if there are still bandits entering the second level of the organ, life and death are all based on the will of heaven, depending on the luck of the person.

When Gu Xiang passed the message, the old dog hurried up the mountain like a fire-burning butt, caught the old patriarch with high spirits, and did not talk much to him, and ran away with the person on his back.

The old patriarch: "You little brat, you are carrying me on your back. When the old man beat the bandits around the mountains and forests, you were still lying in your mother's belly!"

"Hmph, after a bumper harvest, they dared to rob the grain. In a dream, who can touch my food and grass, I want his head!"

The old dog was spitted and laughed apologetically, humming, but sighed in his heart. This old man looked at Simi and gentle on weekdays, and never thought that it was really scary to make people scream.

Halfway through the walk, the old dog staggered and turned his head and saw someone.

Di Yahuai actually left the village.

Not only did he leave the village, this man was wearing armor, but he was carrying a shovel in his left hand and a broom in his right hand. His sword was still on his waist and never unsheathed. The old dog stared at him, because he almost fell down and threw the old patriarch into a sudden state, and quickly calmed down.

Di Yahuai was very satisfied.

His appearance is similar to his "master", and he has taken more shovels than his "master".

Recently, the young general insisted on taking the servant who was in charge of cleaning the courtyard in Gu Xiang's family as his master, and admired his master very much. If it weren't for the Gu family's servant's clothes and he wouldn't have taken out, he might even have to imitate his clothes.

The old dog's eyes flashed and he said loudly: "Little General, please go back to the village quickly. I hope you can protect the Commander Hua and my princess."

Di Yahuai was stunned.

The mountain outside the village was in a mess for a while, but the bandits were not scared away. They suddenly regrouped and shouted: "Kill!"

The group stopped hiding whereabouts and raised their swords to fight towards the village.

A group of archers emerged from behind, and a rain of arrows was raised.

The villagers on the left and right hillsides suddenly became in chaos. This chaos made them rush forward, and the villagers immediately met with these cavalrymen.

Gu Xiang frowned and looked solemn. These bandits were obviously not ordinary little thieves with scissors. They were tall and skilled in riding and shooting.

Cavalry is not easy to train these days. It does not mean that you can ride a horse or shoot arrows, so you can be called a cavalry.

These are clearly the elites in the cavalry. Compared with them, the so-called bandits who once wandered around Guzhuang were all like grass and were not worth mentioning.

The villagers are by no means their opponents.

The servants and servants of the Gu family instantly emerged from the crowd, stuck in front of them, and no one showed any mercy.

"ah!"

Chunni and Fang'er raised their eyes and saw Aunt Fang, who was doing odd jobs in the kitchen, flew out with a kitchen knife, and instantly beheaded by people and horses, and they immediately exclaimed and burst into tears.

Aunt Fang is always very kind and most despised by little girls. She is very loving to these little maids.

“Huh?”

But Gu Xiang was a little surprised.

These "bandits" have not been in chaos and have never had the intention to retreat.

Gu Xiang has seen a lot of things like suppressing bandits. Most of the time, as long as her servants showed their own methods, they killed seven or eight people in one breath, the remaining bandits, whether they were one hundred or one thousand, immediately lost their fighting spirit and dispersed early. They either knelt down or fled in a panic, and no one was willing to rush up to die.

But the bandits in front of them are very different. They not only do not retreat, but also seem to be stimulated by this blood to be fierce.

Gu Xiang sighed in his heart, and it was more convenient to let the bandits break directly into the village. She was just blamed for not asking the villagers to practice in advance, nor did she really let them see the power of these institutions.

Standing up gently, Gu Xiang suddenly turned to the pale Chunni and Fang'er and said, "You two little girls, go to bed quickly, go down to have a bowl of Anshen tea, and go find Aunt Jin and ask her to take you to sleep."

Chunni was still a little hesitant.

Fang'er hurriedly bowed and dragged Chunni back. They were of no use except to cause trouble for others.

Xueying was silent for a while, looked up at Gu Xiang, then took two steps, opened a box under her feet, took out a pair of bows and arrows from it and handed them to Gu Xiang.

Gu Xiang smiled slightly and reached out to take it.

The bow and arrow seemed to be tailor-made for her, both light and heavy, and it was very comfortable to hold in her hands. When the bow string was pulled, the tightness was just right.

Xueying said: "Although it is unlikely...but if someone really comes in, you can avoid it first."

Xueying had never given Gu Xiang the weapons on his own before. It seemed that she was in Xueying's eyes. The situation was full of evil spirits and could not hurt his master at all.

It was the first time she asked Gu Xiang to avoid it. Before this, Xueying never knew how to pronounce and write the word "avoidance". She felt that as long as there was an enemy in front of her, the only thing she could do was to kill it and eliminate the roots.

Gu Xiang nodded: "Don't worry."

The snow eagle smiled, without dragging on the mud, flew out of the farm, and his body was as fast as thunder, and in a blink of an eye it reached the hillside.

There were countless sand and stones flying outside Guzhuang Village in an instant.
Chapter completed!