Lanke Chess Edge

The gangster grabbed the head that was biting his neck with his hands, and tried his best to free it. It looked more like he was holding the head.

In just a few breaths, the gangster's hands and feet were already weak, and the sound of "woo woo woo..." became weaker and weaker.

After a while, the gangster lost the strength to struggle, just twitching and twitching over there. In the end, only a yellow-faced corpse was left on the ground.

The rain was still falling, and the surrounding ground was wet. Some wounded were waiting for the fight to end. Many people were too weak to open their eyes due to the rain. When they were thirsty, they opened their mouths to receive a little rain.

Another person was lying on the ground uncomfortable, feeling that someone was rubbing against him behind him, but he was bitten on the neck just by turning around and looking at it.

...

The fighting not far away is still continuing, the sky has completely turned into the night, and there will be no stars and moon tonight if there is rain, and the visibility is extremely low.

But after all, most people have practiced some martial arts, and after getting used to the darkness, their eyes can still see things more or less clearly.

The bandits are not fighting each other to the death. They are also very experienced with such opponents with martial arts skills. They use the advantage of numbers to fight, focusing on consumption and minimizing their own losses.

But even so, more gangsters were injured and killed than expected.

It's just that the group of people who are surrounded are definitely oily and watery, and more importantly, there are two female appearances inside, which is really outstanding for the bandits in this bitter cold land.

I haven't seen a woman for a long time, sows are all beautiful, not to mention that the two women have outstanding appearance, they have been eyeing them two days ago, and the other two or three women are not bad, and their appearance may not be the same. Zhou Zhengke's figure is not inferior.

In contrast, although the idea is tricky, it is not yet to the point where it cannot be eaten.

In fact, from the time before the rain to the present, many robbers have already seen that these warriors can't keep up with their qi recovery speed.

Several leaders with bucket hats rode on their horses and watched the warriors fighting in the distance. At the beginning, those fierce and fierce moves were less used.

"Hehe, what if the martial arts are higher? Jianghu people are Jianghu people. Although they are also good at fighting, they don't know how to fight against a group that forms an army."

Hearing the sneering sound of his companion, the other person also sneered.

"Yes, the moves they used at the beginning were fierce and fierce, but they also consumed a lot of zhenqi. Although they killed many of our brothers, they did not change the overall situation. If the most powerful people broke through alone, it would be fine. It's possible..."

"Hmph, if it weren't for the heavy rain, the bow and crossbow alone would be enough for them!"

While the few people were talking, their eyes swept across the bandits' formation, and they saw someone dragging the seriously injured brother out. This one didn't move when he was carried out, and he didn't know how badly he was injured.

...

There were two bandits who were specially responsible for dragging the injured brothers out of the battle group. Today's fight was really fierce, and there were at least twenty brothers who had already been dealt with, not including those who were already dead.

The two dragged the unconscious person to the wounded in the rear.

"Hu... Hu... Hu... Really tired! Bazi is lucky, but he just passed out, and I don't know if it was fake."

Among them, he wiped his face, wiped away the blood and mud on his face, and then raised his head and let the rain wash his face.

The other sat directly on the muddy ground, panting.

"Okay, what's the point of being tired, we don't need to rush to kill today, at least it's a lot safer!"

"It makes sense, and we have saved so many brothers, they will also share a little when they eat meat, hehehe..."

After drinking the rainwater to quench his thirst, the gangster suddenly stopped in the middle of his laugh. He felt that something was wrong, but he didn't seem to be able to say something.

It was the companion who asked the question first.

"Hey, why are the brothers lying still?"

"Yeah! Hey, hey...what are you doing? You fell asleep like this in the heavy rain? Old Sparrow?"

The two of them pushed the nearest injured brother, the nickname Lao Que. When fighting, he would never let his hands slip, and he would never be seriously injured. Today, his feet were just sprained and swollen. It looks serious in reality. No problem.

But after pushing the person a few times, there was no response from the other party. The gangster who pushed the person suddenly felt that something was wrong, and stepped over the old bird's body and walked to the other side.

He looked closer, and although the visibility was not high, he still saw that something was wrong with the wounded. He reached out and touched the other's chest, and found that his heartbeat had disappeared.

The gangster looked at his companion on the side with an ugly face.

"died!"

"Look at the others!"

There was no more laughter on the faces of the two. When they walked near the wounded, they either took a breath or felt their heartbeat. Without exception, they were all dead.

When one of them was feeling the pulse on the man's neck, he suddenly touched the wound on the neck of the dead body.

"What kind of injury is this!?"

The other person also saw it. The two checked several corpses again, and there were similar wounds without exception. The expressions of the two people changed greatly.

"The heads of the family... The big thing is bad! All the wounded here are dead!"

"Come and see, the brothers here are dying...!"

The voices of the two attracted the attention of others, and some bandits from the periphery immediately came to check.

A burly leader quickly approached the corpse on the ground.

"The third master, look at their necks, there are bite marks!"

The third master looked at the person who was speaking, and knelt down on one knee beside a corpse and pulled open the front of his shirt. Because of the visibility, he could only see the wound on his neck, but he couldn't see it clearly, so he reached out and touched it.

The bite was wide, but two holes were especially deep.

The third master touched the corpse's forehead again, stroked the covered bangs, and saw a few deep marks on the forehead.

The third master imagined a picture in his mind, something was biting on the neck of the deceased, and a hand with a long nail was pressed on the forehead of the deceased, making it impossible to lift, and the nail also scratched the deceased 's forehead.

Following this line of thought, the third master looked at the chest and abdomen of the corpse and tore off his shirt, and as expected, he found another pressing mark, which obviously prevented the wounded from getting up.

'A lot of strength! ’

This icy spring rain didn't make the third master feel too cold, but at this time, there was a biting chill running through his body, and his scalp was numb and goosebumps appeared on his body.

'Don't stay here for long! ’

This idea is very strong!

The third master no longer hesitated, and directly pulled out the short whistle in his clothes, and blew his breath.

"Di Di"

The sharp whistle pierced through the rain curtain, pierced through the night, and reached the ears of all the gangsters who were fighting, as well as the ears of more than a dozen warriors.

Obviously, the bandits eased their offensive at once, many of the spears and halberds were stabbed back, and many bandits retreated.

This undoubtedly gave the warriors a lot of breathing space, but they wouldn't fight back immediately. First, they didn't have enough energy, and they were worried about cheating.

Many people knelt down on one knee with their swords in hand, gasping for breath.

"Ho...ho...ho...what, what's going on? Why are they all retreating?"

The strong man holding the turban grabbed the two long knives he had snatched, and rested on the ground. He has always been the most powerful being among the warriors, and he was brave in the fight.

But at this time, a pair of strong hands were shaking slightly, but because of the rainy night, even the partners didn't notice, let alone the bandits.

"No, I don't know, there was a whistle just now... Yes, is it possible that someone in the army killed it?"

"It doesn't look like it! Hurry, hurry up and rest! Ho...ho...ho..."

Some warriors took the time to regain their breath.

"How is everyone? Are you all right?"

"Can't die!" "Hold on, hold on..."

...

The warriors were gasping for breath, while the bandits on the other end surrounded the circle, and two other leaders rushed to the whistle, and asked the third master before they approached.

"Third, what's going on? It seems that they can't last long!"

"Yeah, what evacuation whistle are you blowing? Is there any variable in this dark and rainy night?"

The third child stood up, wiped his face, and pointed to the corpses around the ground.

"There are unclean things, the injured brothers are all dead, and everyone's neck has been bitten. This place is not safe, hurry up and run!"

While speaking, the third master had already mounted his horse and pulled the reins toward the outside.

The two leaders who came over looked at some of the brothers next to them, and then at the appearance of the third child twisting his neck and rubbing his hands, obviously they were a little frightened.

The two also deliberately dismounted to check and confirmed the strange situation in front of them.

"Withdraw! Everyone withdraw!"

While the leader was talking, he and the other leader also pulled out a short whistle, and the third master also picked up the whistle and brought it to his mouth.

"Di" "Di" "Di"

The three of them were lucky to blow the whistle together. This time, the gangsters who heard the whistle suddenly reacted more clearly, and they all withdrew to the outside, not even maintaining the encirclement.

Several leaders shouted outside.

"All on horses, all on horses! If you don't have a horse and sit behind someone else, two of you can do it!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go..."

Many gangsters started running, followed the leader's voice, and then ran away together in the rainy night.

The group of warriors all stared blankly at this scene, unable to stop it and did not want to stop it.

"They... ran away?"

"We beat them back? We beat them back!"

"Hahahaha... We won!" "Repel them!"

The cheers went from sporadic to one after another~www.NovelMTL.com~ from unbelievable to exciting, and the joy of the rest of the life rose in the hearts of everyone.

After a short while, the warriors calmed down from their excited emotions. Many of them were injured, and some were seriously injured. They urgently needed to find a place that could shelter from the wind and rain.

Seeing that the gangsters left a lot of dead bodies, the hooded man and the two also walked over to search, hoping to find some suitable medicines and other materials.

"Ouch, uh..."

A bandit on the ground snorted, and immediately two knives were placed around his neck.

"Oh hey! What, how..."

The bandit with the knife around his neck was terrified. Looking around, there were no other brothers except the corpse. It seemed that he was defeated!

"Hehe, why are there no more robber brothers of yours? Naturally, we were repelled by us!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!"

"Wait, don't do it!"

The hooded man came over and looked at the robber on the ground.

"Where is there a place that can shelter from the wind and rain? You'd better tell the truth. Even your entire gang of robbers have been killed and wounded countless times by us. If you want to survive, cooperate a little!"

The bandit nodded hurriedly.

"I know, I, I know! There is a village in front of me. I don't live in it, but some of the houses are in good condition!"

"Well, what's your name?"

The gangster swallowed and hurriedly replied with a trembling.

"Ba, Ba Zi... My name is Ba Zi!"

. . .

In the deserted village, Ji Yuan put down the book in his hand, stood up and opened the door slightly wider, letting the wind and rain outside blow on him.

I heard a special whistle in my ears just now. Although it was very weak, it was definitely not wrong.