The rural heroes who brought out of the city this time were not a complete small flag. The weapons they held were only long swords and bows and arrows, and the intensity of offense and defense was greatly weakened.

Without the protection of shields and the heavy stabs of long spears, even if they are one of the best skilled swords among the village sects, they still don’t feel very adaptable. They always feel that the enemy attacks from all directions and can kill themselves instantly. The most important thing is that many of them are on the battlefield for the first time. Although the blood makes them a little excited, they are more of fear from the heart.

These bandits were indeed a mob, but they were all desperate people. When they found themselves surrounded, they not only did not have any fear, but instead rushed out desperately under Zhang Feng's leadership. Fortunately, the intersection was narrow, and although their charge was fierce, they were out of order.

After the hard resistance of the villagers, they were not allowed to break through.

After Zhou Xian, Wang Maozi and others shot a round of bows and arrows, they saw that the two armies had already been mixed together. They stopped shooting and swung their swords to join the battle group.

Zhou Xian was only ten years old. Although he was still well developed, his height was only as high as the neck of an adult, and his strength was significantly worse. When he was sprinting, he deliberately slowed down half a beat faster than others, and kept holding the bow and arrow in his hand. Once he saw the bandits break away from his own army, he shot him with one arrow and he would hit every time he hit.

There were about twenty bandits chasing over. The village warriors initially shot seven or eight with bows and arrows, and the remaining number was roughly equivalent to the village warriors. But the difference was that after experiencing the initial chaos, the village warriors became more and more brave. On the contrary, the morale of the bandits gradually decreased as their companions continued to fall to the ground.

Zhang Fengyuan is more brave than other bandits. He holds a long sword in his hand and slashes left and right, trying to break through a bloody road and break out of the siege.

But the township heroes cooperated with each other. Whenever he tried his best to kill one person, there was always a long sword that threatened him behind him, making it impossible for him to attack with all his strength. Although he injured several township heroes, he did not fail to kill one person at all. However, he left more than a dozen wounds on his body, although they were all slightly injured. But as the blood was lost, he gradually felt a little dazed.

Who are these people? Is it the army of the court? But why are there only so many people? He kept asking questions in his heart, but the village warrior who fought with him as soon as he met did not give him the time or opportunity to ask questions.

Seeing his friends around him fall down one by one, he was extremely anxious and complained secretly why Liu Ye had not left the village to reinforce. Another scream sounded, which was Wang Da's voice. He was shot first in his right arm, and then a village hero stepped forward and cut off his head.

Zhang Feng's eyes were red, and he looked back and saw that three adults were closely guarding a child, which was the arrow shot by the latter.

He quickly turned his mind and thought to himself, wasn't it the child who led him here? His identity must be different. As long as he held him hostage, he could threaten them to let him go. At this moment, he no longer considered the dead companions, and the only thing he thought about was how to survive?

He did it as soon as he said that. Zhang Feng shouted loudly, suddenly turned back and killed in the direction of Zhou Xian.

There were still three people around Zhou Xian, but they were good at bows and arrows and were as good as swordsmanship. When they saw the enemy suddenly coming, they were stunned at first and did not react at the first time. When they remembered to use the knife to block, they were already one step slower.

Zhang Feng held the knife and swayed in front of them for a moment, then his lower body suddenly bent his legs slightly. At the critical moment, he actually penetrated through the gap between their defense.

When Wang Maozi saw the sudden change in the distance, he was shocked and shouted loudly: "Second Young Master, be careful." He was about to step forward, but was blocked by the bandits beside him and could not move at all.

Zhou Xianben was holding the bow and shooting, but suddenly saw Zhang Feng rushing toward him. He looked a little panicked, and he quickly waved his bow and turned to Zhang Feng. But the latter reacted faster. With a knife, the longbow was cut by him in two pieces.

At this time, the three local heroes who were guarding Zhou Xian also rushed over. They waved their swords mercilessly and slashed at Zhang Feng. One of them hit his back, and he screamed in pain. He waved the sword back and split the two people behind him.

Zhou Xian took advantage of this pause and then turned around.

But Zhang Feng's feet were faster, and he continued to pounce on Zhou Xian the moment he split the two of them. He stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Xian's clothes and pulled him hard, and the latter couldn't help but tilt towards him.

But then, Zhang Feng suddenly stopped. He stood there motionlessly with a knife, his face strange. The three village heroes who caught up quickly used the knife and inserted the three swords into his back. Zhang Feng sprayed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and could no longer hold on and fell on Zhou Xian.

There were only four or five bandits alive at this moment. When they saw Zhang Feng being killed, they completely lost the courage to resist. They threw away their weapons and crawled towards the high ground on both sides with screams. But without exception, they were all killed by the village heroes who were chasing them.

Wang Maozi ran over quickly, and together with the three township heroes, pulled Zhang Feng's body away. Looking at Zhou Xian with blood on his face, he shouted nervously: "Second Young Master, are you okay!"

Zhou Xian was bright red, covered with blood everywhere, and looked extremely embarrassed. He wiped his face with his hands, slowly opened his eyes, and sat up with the help of Wang Maozi. He stopped his trembling hands, calmed his mind, and forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, it's all his blood."

Wang Maozi looked surprised, and then he found that a dagger was inserted into Zhang Feng's abdomen. He suddenly realized that it should be when Zhang Feng pulled Zhou Xian. He was unprepared and stabbed by the latter.

Zhou Xian smiled bitterly, stepped forward and pulled out Yang Wen's dagger, wiped it on his clothes, and then said to Wang Maozi: "It's pure luck, and he deserves his bad luck. When he was nervous, he stabbed directly, but he never thought of stabbing his abdomen directly."

He looked at Wang Maozi and said, "Brother Wang, let's not talk about this for now. See if anyone is injured, brothers? We are going to rush back to the village immediately. Master is still waiting for us there?"

Wang Maozi nodded and asked someone to count the wounded. Two people were left to clean the battlefield, and the remaining people rushed towards the village.

The lights in the ruined temple were brightly lit, but the difference was that there were only three living people left at this moment. The other bandits were lying on the ground in a row, and the death was extremely ugly. Especially the bandit leader, whose limbs were cut off and blood was flowing across the ground.

Looking at such a hellish scene, Zhou Xian suddenly felt disgusted when he thought of Zhang Feng, who was pressing on him just now, and he felt disgusted. This was pretty good, and two or three townspeople could not help but run outside and vomit.

Lin Bao saw Zhou Xian and the others coming over and looked at Zhou Xian who was stained with blood. A trace of worry flashed quickly, and then asked in an extremely calm tone: "Are there any casualties on our side?"

Zhou Xian replied: "There are six minor injuries and one serious injuries, but none of them will hurt your life. If you return to the city to recuperate for a while, you will recover."

Lin Bao nodded, pointed to the last bandit who knelt beside him and kept kowtowing and said, "This person is handed over to you. He will answer honestly whatever you ask. As for whether to take his life in the end, it is up to you to decide."

After Lin Bao said this, he stood up and walked out of the temple. The people around him quickly made way for a road.
Chapter completed!