It was already past the beginning of autumn and the weather was still stuffy. To the southeast of the Pingdu Daze Mountains, there were two gangs of people fighting in the double peaks between Huluyan and Mozhu Mountain.

The crowded ones were worn out, and most of them had weapons in their hands, such as axes and machetes, which were chopping and chopping indiscriminately.

Although the other party had a small number of people, they held a long spear and a knife in their hands. During the fight, they cooperated with each other in moderation, and shouted from time to time to make their opponents kneel down and beg for mercy. Obviously, the fewer party had the advantage.

At the entrance to the south side of the Shuangfeng Valley is a circle of wheelbarrows filled with miscellaneous food, with a few cattle, sheep and livestock tied to the shaft. There are hundreds of worn-out women, elderly people and children in the middle.

These people stared at the fighting arena not far away with nervous faces. Most of them were holding various "weapons" such as sickles, hoes, machetes, stones, etc., watching their families fight against those sharpened bandits holding swords and guns in their hands.

In the stuffy air, a few babies cried weakly in the middle of the crowd, and screamed a few times from time to time. Most people were anxious and their eyes were not far away from the fighting arena ahead.

Although the robbers who came down from the Machi Mountain were small, they were all fierce. Facing these opponents holding an axe and machete, the weapons in their hands were not ruthless, and the swords and guns in their hands were still fiercely stabbing at their opponents.

The young and old behind the wheelbarrow saw their relatives being ruthlessly chopped to the ground by bandits, some women and children screamed loudly, calling on their relatives, and some people tried to break into a circle of trolleys to go to the battlefield to rescue their relatives.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting on the battlefield: "Dear young men, don't panic, don't be afraid of these miscellaneous mojishan. I have sent someone back to Huluyan to report to Commander Xu that this place is very close to Huluyan, and the rescue personnel will arrive soon, and these thieves will definitely look good at that time. Brothers who are not injured try to take care of the injured, and it is best for a few people to lean together to fight the thieves."

The speaker is the leader of Huluyan, known as Hu Dadao. He led the villagers who defected to Huluyan to pass by Shuangfeng Valley and was surrounded by bandits from the Moxie Mountains.

Generally speaking, as long as Hu Dadao begs for mercy and gives away all the food and money that the young and old brings, the bandits in the moxi Mountain will not make things difficult for these people. At most, they will pick a few young and beautiful women and take them away.

This time, Hu Dadao felt that he was robbed at the foot of Huluyan Mountain, and his reputation was ruined if he told him, so he started a fierce battle with the bandits of Mozhu Mountain.

Behind the thieves of Mozhushan stood a man with a fierce face. He closely watched the changes in the battlefield situation. The man with a fierce face called himself Mozhuhu, and was the commander of Mozhushan.

As an elderly thief, he has long been used to killing people and being killed. He doesn't feel much guilt about slaughtering these innocent farmers like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

He stared at the battle that was almost one-sided, staring at the young and old who were surrounded by wheelbarrows, with a cruel smile on his lips, and these people were about to be in chaos. Hehe, after chasing the crowd of people running away in chaos, he was happy to kill.

In this world, the strong are concerned about the prey of the weak. If you want to survive, you must fight, rob, and kill. A few days ago, I led my subordinates to rob the official road and hijacked a rich lady. After returning to the parody, I was shocked after asking. The woman caught was actually the daughter of Pingdu’s new magistrate, and he actually caught a hot potato.

Once the news leaked, the small mountain village of Mozhu Mountain would be killed by the soldiers of the Xun Camp in Chengli. He wanted to kill the daughter of the magistrate's family immediately to eliminate future troubles. He thought he would lose money. After thinking about it, he felt that he should take some risks in the future, so he would rather take some risks by threatening the magistrate's master in the future to exchange for benefits.

I didn't expect how to use Miss Chen to get benefits, so I imprisoned the daughter of the prefect in the village alone in a separate courtyard, and set up a guard post around it, and no one was allowed to approach without his own order.

A few days will be the day for winter wheat sowing. Mojihu took advantage of his idle days to lead his brothers down the mountain to rob. Today, he led his brothers to Shuangfeng Valley and accidentally discovered the group of people in front of him. He was about to join Huluyan, which was adjacent to Mojishan.

For Mojihu, human life is not as good as a stone of food. Although the more than 400 people in front of him don’t have much food, they can only eat and use it for a while, so they ordered robbery and massacre without hesitation. Moreover, Mojihushan’s force is not inferior to Huluyan, and they are not afraid of Huluyan’s revenge afterwards.

The mochihu kept scanning the battlefield with his mind, watching his cat and mouse, shouting loudly as his opponent knelt on the ground and begging for mercy, and constantly forcing the villagers who were holding machetes and axes. The reason why these people had not yet escaped was probably because they were worried about the safety of the family members behind them.

Suddenly, a boy on the battlefield aroused the alertness of Mochihu, and a hint of surprise gradually appeared in his fierce eyes.

Ah! This kid actually knocked one of his confidants to the ground with one blow and blood.

Mochihu held the spear in his hand tightly and looked at the boy who continued to fight with his subordinates with a fierce look. When he saw three brothers surrounded the boy at the same time, he patiently watched how the boy dealt with it.

On the battlefield, there was a bandit who shook his cone on both sides of the boy, wielding his waist and slashing at the boy. Another thief behind him held a spear and stabbed him hard at the boy's heart.

The boy was trapped in three sides of the siege. Mochihu watched the boy fall into three sides of the siege from afar. It seemed that this little boy was dead!

The young man was named Feng Jian. He seemed a little passive when facing the three people siege. He first turned sideways over the thief's waist knife on the right side, moved the long wooden stick in his hand back, instantly pressing the spear that was stabbed from behind, and jumped up with force. Suddenly, he kicked the thief's eyes on the right side. With a "puff", the thief on the right side threw away the thief's waist knife on the hand, covered his eyes with both hands and screamed loudly, and blood suddenly flowed down the cracks of his fingers. Needless to say, the thief's eye frame was kicked and cracked.

The thief on the left was a little stunned when he saw this. He didn't have time to take back the knife in his hand, and slashed the spear behind him. The thief on the left cursed. After seeing the boy landing, he immediately raised the knife to slash the boy's chest and ribs.

Taking advantage of the thief behind his back to retract the spear, the young man did not avoid the waist knife that the thief on the left slashed. He stood up with a horse stance and shouted loudly, and tried his best to stab the wooden stick to the chest of the thief on the left. The thief on the opposite side suddenly smiled and threw away the waist knife, and grabbed the long stick with both hands. The thief was obviously stronger than the teenager. The young Feng Jian was pushed to move towards the thief behind him. Seeing this opportunity, the thief behind Feng Jian raised the spear and stabbed Feng Jian again.

The thief on the left side of the young stick who grabbed the young man's long stick was covered in ferocious face and cursed: "You little boy dares to hurt your grandfather, let me die!" As he said that, he used both hands to push Feng Jian to the thief behind him again.

Feng Jian couldn't help but retreat, his eyes swept over the spear behind him. A step away, Feng Jian's hands holding the wooden stick suddenly released, and his body rolled with thrust. He avoided the spear that was stabbing straight, picked up the thief and threw it on the ground. Before he could get up, he raised the knife to swing the thief with the gun near him. The sword was very powerful, and he directly cut the left leg of the thief with the gun into two sections from his knee. The thief with the gun was full of panic, and then he shouted and rolled to the ground.

The boy stood up without hesitation, and the waist knife in his hand quickly stabbed into the waist of the thief who was staring at his long stick. Blood suddenly came out. The thief looked at the blade on his waist and reacted. He seemed to be crazy and staggered at the boy: "Little Bazai, I killed you, kill you!" The boy turned his body again, avoided the thief's slash, and the waist knife in his hand pierced into the thief's chest again without mercy.

Looking at the thief who fell to the ground and two injured thieves, they looked at Feng Jian with panic, as if they were afraid that he would come up and kill him. Facing the young Feng Jian, they could only shout loudly to his accomplices to rescue him.

The young Feng Jian glanced at the thief who fell to the ground, gasped, and said, "If you want someone else's life, you must protect your own life first!" After that, he ignored the thief who fell to the ground and was injured.

The two injured thieves who fell to the ground were relieved when they saw Feng Kai turn around and leave. Suddenly, the pain in the wounded area came, and the two couldn't help but scream loudly.

After a while of breathing, Feng Jian found that he was in danger and the fighters would collapse and escape at any time. The situation was originally one-sided, and some changes seemed to have occurred because of killing and killing three thieves. His actions seemed to have aroused the vigilance of some thieves, and several thieves seemed to want to leave their opponents to surround and kill them.

With a glance, he found that the thief leader who had not taken action was running towards him, who was bypassing the crowd of people fighting with a vicious face. Feng Jian was shocked all over. It seemed that the thief leader was about to go into battle himself.

"Come on, let you taste my dart!" Feng Jian stared at the approaching Manggui Tiger. He took out a few small darts from his arms with his right hand. The top of the dart was blue-brown in the sunlight. It was obvious that the dart was covered with poison. In a short while, the thief leader would be the first to taste the poisoned dart!

To capture the thief, you must first capture the king. Perhaps you will kill or kill the opponent's commander, and the remaining thieves will retreat and the crisis will be resolved.

Feng Jian's eyes met with Mojihu's eyes. Mojihu's eyes showed a cruel smile. He raised his spear and prepared to fight.

Feng Jian held the waist knife that robbed the thief in his right hand, and several darts hidden in his left hand, quietly waiting for the challenge of polishing the cone tiger.

Eight steps, five steps, three steps, the grinding tiger began to run, and the steel gun in his hand stabbed Feng Jian head-on with the sound of wind. Feng Jian took a step back and blocked the spear stabbing towards him with his right waist knife.

Feng Jian stared at the grim tiger with a grim smile on his face. Seeing that the spear in his hand swept across his ribs, he took a step back and took a step back, and then took advantage of the spear of the grim tiger's spear to pull back, he took a step abruptly and poked the waist knife backwards at the left shoulder blade of the grim tiger.

The sturdy tiger has rich experience in fighting. When he saw the waist knife stabbing, the spear blocked the waist knife with a horizontal spear. He took two steps horizontally and suddenly turned to the right side of Feng Jian's body. The spear in his hand stabbed Feng Jian's right rib again.

Seeing Feng Jian dodging in a hurry, Mo Zhihu sneered in his heart. This little bastard seemed to have a hidden weapon in his left hand. Humph, even if he has a hidden weapon, you have to have a chance to release it. I will pick you up with a shot and see how you can cast the hidden weapon.

Seeing Mo Zhihu staring at his left hand, Feng Jian knew in his heart that his opponent had discovered clues and was secretly alert. He could easily hit the opponent. The opponent's spear was constantly assassinating, and he was busy dodging, so it was difficult for him to shoot the hidden weapon in his hand calmly.

The mochi tiger waved its spear and forced its opponent to retreat continuously, shouting continuously: "Look at where your little boy will escape. Those who dare to hurt me are really looking for death, look at the gun!" Suddenly, a shot stabbed Feng Jian on the cheek and eyebrows.

Feng Jian blocked his right waist knife, and his feet seemed to be tripped, and his body staggered towards the Mochi Tiger. The Mochi Tiger was overjoyed when he saw it. The spear in his hand remained unchanged and accelerated to stab Feng Jian's eyebrows.

Suddenly, the grinding tiger felt something was wrong. He withdrew the spear in his hand and dodged sideways. He saw the little boy throwing out a few cold lights with his left hand and shooting towards his face.

The two of them were five or six steps apart. The moxi tiger had been alert to Feng Jian’s left hand. When he saw him lifting his left hand, he quickly retracted his spear and went sideways to avoid it. The hidden weapon was wiped against his body and flew out.

Mo Zhihu smiled as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy and laughed: "Baby, what are the methods he has now? Let's see how I deal with this little mess!"

The boy on the opposite side showed all the trump cards. Seeing that the boy seemed to be stunned, the long spear in his hand suddenly waved at Feng Jian in his waist. He imagined the next moment when Xiao Zaizi fell to the ground, and a strange feeling of pleasure arose in his heart.

Suddenly, he found that a little cold light suddenly appeared on the other side's left hand flying towards him. What's going on? Why do Xiao Zashu still have hidden weapons in his hand?

The Mochihu twisted his waist as much as possible, trying to avoid the dart that Feng Jian was shooting out again. He was caught off guard but could not dodge it. The dart shot into the Mochihu's left eye without any mercy.

"Ah, what a sinister little mistress, I'm going to tear you apart and kill you!" Mojihu made a shocking cry, and the sudden attack made Mojihu lose his rationality.

The thieves who were fighting on the battlefield looked at their commander in surprise and saw him waving a spear at the boy like a mad tiger. A hidden weapon in the frame of his left eye kept shaking, and blood kept flowing out of his eye sockets.

These bandits of Mozhishan seemed to have suffered a considerable blow. The always brave commander was actually injured by a young man. Who was this young man and how did he hurt the commander? For a moment, most of the attention on the battlefield was shifted to the battle between Feng Jian and Mozhihu.

The grinding tiger rushed towards Feng Jian while shouting, and the steel gun in his hand suddenly changed direction, quickly turned from his right chest to suddenly pierce Feng Jian's left eye. The grinding tiger looked fierce and wanted to pierce Feng Jian's head directly.

Feng Jian made a defensive move after shooting out the last dart. The crazy picking of the thorns did not pose much threat. He looked at the thorns who were in anger and panic, and glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Clay Buddha crosses the river, please beg for your own blessing!"

In a short while, the toxicity on the dart will make the Mochihu limp all over, and he will never stand up again in his life!

Feng Jian glanced at the somewhat suspicious bandits of the Machima Mountain. Humph, the Machima Tiger was poisoned and coma. Losing command would inevitably cause the thieves to panic. Then he threatened the lives of the Machima Tiger to protect the young and young people in front of him to leave the Shuangfeng Valley safely.

The screams of the mochi tiger caused panic among the thieves around them again. They saw their commander waving the spear in their hands with blood on their faces, while their opponents stood calmly aside, and were shocked. The young man was not afraid that the commander would rush back and kill him.

Seeing that the commander was injured, some thieves took the initiative to leave their opponents and rushed towards Mochihu. It is important to ask the commander to bandage the wounded first.

They have seen the superb spear technique of polishing the cone tiger. It was trained through countless life-and-death battles. Why did they hurt this seemingly thin young farmer today?

Several thieves rushed towards the Mochihu and shouted, "Master, why are you injured?"

Mo Zhihu shouted: "Don't worry, go and kill that little bastard. This commander wants to chop him up and feed him to the dog. No matter who cares about others, he will go up and kill this little bastard. Hurry, hurry...ah! What's going on? Why can't I see it!"

"Ah!" Mozhihu shouted, suddenly feeling dizzy. Mozhihu grabbed the thief beside him and shouted: "The hidden weapon is poisonous, hurry up, go and catch some small pieces... I want the antidote..."

The bandits ran to the front of him and watched the leader faint on the ground. They didn't know what accident happened. They saw a hidden weapon inserted in the right eye of Moshihu. The blood flowed out had turned black, and his face was full of convulsions and tilted to the ground, which was obviously a sign of poisoning.

Seeing that the person who hurt the commander was not far from here, these thieves cursed loudly: "This little bastard has poison on his hidden weapon, please come to him for an antidote." He rushed towards Feng Jian while shouting.

Feng Jian was a few steps away from the Mochi Tiger. Seeing the thief's head, Mochi Tiger fell to the ground with poisonous hair. He had the chance to catch the Mochi Tiger as a hostage, but unfortunately, there were several thieves around Mochi Tiger. Seeing that two red eyes came to find him and tried their best, they took out a few darts from their arms again to guard them, preparing to let them taste the greatness again.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone shouting, "If you want to sharpen the tiger to survive, just stay honestly and don't move!"

Feng Jian turned his head and found that Hu Dadao was standing beside him at some point, staring at the bandits of Mozhishan. The thieves who rushed over and tried their best when they heard Hu Dadao's shouting, stopped hesitantly, and stared at Feng Jian and Hu Dadao fiercely.

Seeing this, Hu Dadao continued to shout: "Your commander, Machi Tiger, is injured now. If you want Machi Tiger to survive, you will immediately stop fighting!"

The thieves in Mozhu Mountain were shocked and suspicious. Seeing that the commander fell to the ground due to injury, they were no longer interested in fighting. When they heard Hu Dadao's shouting, they left the target of fighting and slowly gathered with Mozhu Tiger.

Several leaders of the bandits in the Mangma Mountain surrounded the unconscious Mangma Tiger. A thief named Gao said, "The commander shouted before he was unconscious, and it seems that the thief's hidden weapon is poisonous. To rescue the commander, he must get the antidote from the other party."

Another thief leader named Yu said anxiously: "What kind of antidote is needed? Kill all these people, and you can still find the antidote."

The leader surnamed Gao looked at him contemptuously and said, "Do you know what the antidote looks like? We all don't know. It's easy to kill all these people. What should we do if we can't rescue the commander at that time?"

The thief named Yu asked, "Then how do you think you should rescue the commander?"

The thief named Gao said, "You can't mess around, first listen to what the other party has to ask."

Several leaders of Mozhushan gathered together for a while, and then shouted loudly that the bandits of Mozhushan gathered around Mozhuhu.

Hu Dadao also shouted loudly at the right time that the people on his side were approaching him and Feng Jian, and soon the two sides gathered together.

Most people on Hu Dadao didn't know what happened. Just now, when Hu head leader called for the thief commander to be injured, the bandits of Mozhushan retreated out of the battle, and the situation suddenly reversed. The surviving farmhouses survived and were at a loss for a moment.

The hand-to-hand combat stopped, and only the pain screams of the injured and the heavy breathing of the Zhuanghu people on the battlefield were heard. Most of the dead and wounded were from Hu Dadao's side.

Hu Dadao was given the key care of the thieves and suffered several traumas on his body. The defeat was decided, but who knew that there was a sudden shocking reversal. Is this a road to no end?

Because Feng Jianshe injured the thief commander, he had the chance to survive. Hu Dadao carefully looked at the young man beside him and saw that he was tall and tall, tall and tall, dark and simple, and from his appearance he looked like an ordinary farmer. His eyes flashed occasionally, which brought some maturity and steady meaning.

Just now, he heard the crazy shouts of Mojihu. When he saw Mojihu falling to the ground and unconscious, he quickly got rid of the hesitant thieves around him and ran to Feng Jian to shout. He understood that Mojihu was injured, so they had a chance to escape. But he didn't know how Feng Jian injured Mojihu and could he treat Mojihu.

Hu Dadao asked in a low voice: "Little brother is Feng Jian, right? Thanks to you who shot the grinding tiger in the grinding tiger, is there any antidote to wake up the grinding tiger? Tell me that Old Hu is also very confident."

Hu Dadao said anxiously and quickly, Feng Jian nodded and said, "Captain Hu, there is an antidote here for the villain."
To be continued...