A knife flew out and hit a horse's leg. The horse neighed and fell down, splashing snow.

The man on the horse also fell to the ground.

A crowd of people surged behind him. A dozen of them surrounded him and rushed to chop at the people who fell to the ground with spears and swords in their hands.

The people on the ground rolled forward.

There was a clanging sound and snowflakes splashed on the ground again.

Three people on horseback were already rushing over to stop them.

"Old Eight, leave me alone." The man on the ground shouted anxiously, "Hurry up and protect the lady."

Next to them was a carriage.

The three men were protecting the carriage and preventing the dozen or so people from getting close.

The man on the ground dodged the spear as he spoke, and grabbed it, snatching it away. The man on the horse was pulled off, and the man on the ground pushed him back, and the spear pierced his heart.

The man fell to the ground screaming.

"Hurry up and go, hurry up and protect the lady." He shouted as he got up from the ground, and the next moment he let out a muffled groan.

A large knife cut across his arm.

He staggered.

"Fourth brother." The three men shouted urgently and were about to surround him.

The man called Fourth Brother grabbed the spear.

"I told you to escort the lady and leave quickly," he shouted, "Can't you hear me?"

The three men looked at his arm which was instantly stained with blood, their faces filled with sadness and anxiety.

"Go," one of them shouted, turning to protect the carriage.

The other two followed quickly.

But to the dozen or so people behind him, this was already a mouse under the cat's claws. They even stopped and looked at the man in front of them with a spear and bleeding arm with a playful look on their faces.

"You can't leave." A man shouted loudly, swung the long knife in his hand, "Kill."

But at this moment, there was another noisy sound of horse hooves on the road.

Did it alarm the government officers and soldiers?

The expressions of both parties changed, but one was happy while the other was nervous.

But the next moment everyone saw people coming, a dozen men in shirtsleeves and two girls wrapped in hooded capes.

Their horses were strong and although the clothes they wore were not expensive, they were certainly not poor. There was a bulge on their horses' backs, and no one knew what was under it.

The men looked simple and somewhat rustic.

They are not soldiers, but people who are hurrying on the road.

The happy party becomes disappointed, while the nervous party becomes proud again.

The people and horses coming over there seemed to be frightened by the scene and reined in their horses and stopped on the road.

"What are you doing?" the girl asked.

Nowadays, passers-by are really indifferent. When they see people using knives and guns, they don't even run away. They just want to see what the excitement is all about.

"Get lost." The leading man cursed angrily, waving the long knife in his hand, "Have you never seen a robbery?"

After these words were spoken, instead of these people running away in fear, their eyes lit up.

"Robbery?" the girl asked, as if to confirm, "Are you robbers?"

Are these people stupid?

"They are robbers." The leading man glared and roared, "If you don't get out of here, I will kill you."

The men who were running with the carriage also looked at them.

"Go report to the police," one of them shouted. "Please go report to the police."

But after shouting this, the man holding the spear to stop the robbers looked gloomy.

Asking for help may sometimes scare others.

If you don't ask for help, passers-by who don't understand the situation may come to watch, thus causing a certain degree of shock to the murderer.

But calling for help will let passers-by know that something serious has happened, and even those who like to watch the excitement will be scared away.

Is this where I have to end it all today?

The man looked sad and determined.

"Come on," he roared, tightening his grip on the spear and charging towards the group.

A dozen men looked at the people rushing towards them and burst into laughter.

"You are a one-armed chicken. I can deal with you alone." A man shouted, leaped out on his horse, and slashed at the man with the long knife in his hand.

The three men who were guarding the carriage and running wildly did not look back, but just waved their whips faster, their expressions filled with grief and despair.

They knew clearly what the outcome would be, but what could they do? They had to fight or flee until the last moment.

A scream came from behind.

The three men gritted their teeth and refused to look back. Their brothers were using their death to buy time for them. As long as they moved forward, they would meet the government sentinels.

This is wartime, and there must be sentries posted everywhere.

But before the screams had died down, another shout was heard behind him.

"who?"

The voice was very angry.

"Who shot the arrow?"

Shoot an arrow?

The three running men were startled and looked up subconsciously. They saw a girl holding a bow and arrow in the group of passers-by approaching in front of them.

Bow and arrow?

The three men couldn't help but rein in their horses and turned back subconsciously.

But the injured man behind him was still standing steadily, while the man in front of him fell down and lay motionless.

All eyes were focused here, on the girl holding the bow and arrow.

The girl's hair was covered by a large hood, and her face was covered with a piece of cloth, leaving only her eyes exposed.

"Okay." Miss Jun said, pointing at the men over there, "Now shoot the fat guy in the lead."

Shoot the fat guy who's in the lead.

Where am I fat?

The man was a little annoyed, and as the thought flashed through his mind, he heard a buzzing sound and an arrow flew towards him.

The man swung his sword, and with a whoosh, the arrow was blocked and fell to the ground. Even so, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I missed." Zhao Hanqing said with shame.

"It's okay. I reminded him." Miss Jun said, "It's not your fault."

Fuck!

Is this person sick? The leading man was ashamed and angry. Who does she think she is?

"Kill them!" he shouted.

The men finally reacted, roaring angrily, riding their horses and charging towards this side with spears and swords in hand.

The man with the injured arm holding the spear was thrown where he was.

Are these passersby going to help? But these people are not just robbers. They look like villagers...

"Kill them."

The female voice said the same thing.

The man turned around and saw that the passers-by not only did not run away, but ten of them lifted the covers on their horses and took out their bows and crossbows.

Crossbow!

The man's eyes suddenly widened.

The bandits who rushed over there also changed color and cried out in shock.

"They have crossbows!"

“Stop it now.”

"Despicable! Why didn't you take out the crossbow first?"

If the girl had not been holding a simple and crude bow and arrow, but had taken out this kind of crossbow at the beginning, they would not have been so stupid to rush over.

How can spears and long swords defeat bows and crossbows?

Who are these passers-by? They actually have crossbows that are only available in the military!

But it was too late. As the woman shouted "kill them", the ten men with bows and crossbows stepped forward and lined up in a line. They stepped on the bowstrings, raised the crossbows and released arrows in a coordinated manner. Ten arrows were fired at the same time. While the arrows were still flying, they stepped on the bowstrings again and repeated the action.

Their movements were so fast that the bowstrings almost became a phantom. The buzzing sound of arrows breaking through the air was continuous, accompanied by screams that came one after another.

The men who rushed over no longer had their previous momentum and fell off their horses one after another in the hail of arrows.

The man holding the spear and the three men guarding the carriage were all stunned.

This is not helping at all, this is simply massacre.