Along with the shouts and screams, Zhou Meng saw a group of people dressed strangely. Unlike the soldiers who wore armor, the clothes they wore were something he had never seen before, and the helmets on their heads were something he had never seen before.
But this group of people were very fierce. One of the bandits who tried to stop them was cut in half by a single blow.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Meng roared.
"I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan, and I have come to take your life!"
The bald man shouted loudly. He had wanted to say this for a long time and now he finally said it.
As soon as he started shouting, everyone else started shouting as well.
"I am Zhang Yide from Yan, you bastard, I'm killing you."
"I am Guan Yu, the Marquis of Shouting, Han Dynasty."
"I am Wenhou Lu Bu, Lu Fengxian. Take my sword!"
"I am Sun Bofu, the Little Overlord of Jiangdong..."
Zhou Meng was dumbfounded when he heard the registrations getting louder and louder. Who the hell are these people? But their names sound very impressive.
Pei Yun wanted to cover his face. Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei were fine, but even Marquis of Han Shou Ting and Marquis Wen came out. It seemed that you really took the Three Kingdoms to heart and even the titles were so clear.
How do I sign up? Pei Yun and Pei Wen copied? There is no momentum at all. Forget it, I won’t sign up. Let’s kill the bandits.
The sudden appearance of 300 people made the bandits in Broken Blade Cliff a little panicked. They originally thought that there were only enemies in front of them, but they didn't expect that there were enemies behind them as well.
However, seeing that the other side had few people, he felt slightly relieved. There were a total of 1,500 people in their stronghold, half of whom went to deal with the officers and soldiers, and there were still 800 people left in the stronghold.
With such a small number of people, they dare to attack the stronghold. They are simply seeking death.
Not to mention that they also have a tough guy named the village chief.
“Kill them!”
Zhou Meng raised his machete and shouted, "So what if they climbed up from the back mountain? The soldiers in front couldn't attack us. These hundreds of people were just an isolated force and were not enough to fill their teeth."
It was only when the actual battle started that Zhou Meng realized he was totally wrong.
These 300 men were too fierce. Their swords and knives could not even pierce the enemies' clothes, while the enemies' knives cut them like cutting melons and vegetables.
Moreover, these 300 people formed a battle formation and cooperated with each other, so the bandits under his command could not stop them at all.
Especially those who just signed up are all very brave.
"Quick, go and call everyone back."
Seeing that they were unable to resist, Zhou Meng spoke hurriedly. Although the officers and soldiers might rush up after they withdrew their troops, there were still traps on the road and it would take some time for the officers and soldiers to come up.
He had to mobilize all his forces to kill these 300 people, otherwise it would be too late.
Immediately a small leader ran to call for help, and the whole village was filled with shouts of killing.
Zhou Mengren was as fierce as his name suggests. He slashed a soldier with his sword, and the force penetrated his clothes, causing the soldier to vomit blood.
Chang Wei snorted coldly, rushed over and fought with Zhou Meng.
Both of them were strong men, and for a while they were evenly matched.
Pei Yun killed a bandit with a single blow, then looked at Leng Qingqiu beside him, frowned and asked, "Why have you been following me?"
"I'm your bodyguard, so of course I have to protect you."
"I don't need your protection, so you can help me."
Leng Qingqiu blinked and said, "One chicken leg for every person killed."
Pei Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You're still thinking about the chicken legs at this time. He nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I'll give you as many as you want."
A smile appeared on Leng Qingqiu's face. He drew his sword and charged into the bandits.
When she makes a move, she is no match for Chang Wei, Baldy and others. As I said before, if you don’t cultivate internal strength, you are not up to par.
Of course, if one's external martial arts skills are any good, he can barely be considered third-rate, and Leng Qingqiu is a second-rate master.
I have been following Pei Yun recently, eating well every day, and gradually I am showing signs of becoming a top-notch expert.
At this moment, the sword flashed, and several bandits were killed by the sword. Leng Qingqiu moved with the sword, like a butterfly flying among flowers, moving freely among the bandits.
Wherever the figure passed, the bandits fell to the ground one after another, and the ground was stained red with blood.
The Baldy, the Skinny, the Pockmarked and the others all saw Leng Qingqiu take action for the first time, and they couldn't help but be shocked. This beautiful woman who usually looked so cold was actually so powerful.
They couldn't see the sword light clearly, so if they wanted to be killed, it would only take one sword strike.
Where did you get this expert bodyguard from, bro?
At this time, Leng Qingqiu was muttering in a low voice, "Fifteen, sixteen..."
Zhou Meng never expected that the other side had such a master. Many of his younger brothers were completely vulnerable in the hands of that woman. Watching his younger brothers being killed one after another and listening to their screams, Zhou Meng's eyes were bloodshot.
Where the hell did this group of people come from? They are so few in number, yet they were able to kill more than a thousand people.
He has not seen anyone from the other side die so far, at most they were injured and vomiting blood.
We can't fight any longer, otherwise we will die here today. As long as we have the green mountains to survive, we will never run out of firewood. Let's retreat first.
With one blow, Chang Wei was forced back, and Zhou Meng yelled, "Go!"
Immediately, a group of trusted bandits gathered around to cover Zhou Meng's escape.
Pei Yun shouted, "Qingqiu, don't let him run away."
Upon hearing this, Leng Qingqiu tapped the ground with her toes and rose into the air like a wisp of smoke. The moonlight sprinkled on her sword, and a layer of cold frost appeared on the edge of the sword as she stabbed towards Zhou Meng.
Zhou Meng was fleeing in panic with a few trusted bandits when he suddenly felt a piercing chill on his back. He turned around abruptly and saw the figure of Leng Qingqiu in his pupils, like a fairy from the sky. The cold tip of the sword was heading straight for his throat.
Zhou Meng roared and held his sword horizontally to block, but Leng Qingqiu's sword was too fast. Before he could raise his sword, the cold tip of the sword had already pierced his throat.
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