On the riverbank, the besieged man seemed to be cautious. Although he swung a carrying pole tightly, he just blocked all the attacks and had no intention of fighting back.

The villagers did not notice his restraint, but shouted even more frantically: "This fake monk can't hold on any longer!"

"Come on, beat him to death!"

The Japanese invasion of the southeast had lasted for more than ten years, and local gentry had organized militias to protect themselves. Therefore, whether these villagers took action or cooperated, they were quite methodical and not a mob.

Seven or eight shovels and hoes were thrown at the man. Although he was skilled in martial arts, he was not good at using the pole, and he could only defend but not attack. Finally, with a snap, the pole in his hand broke into two pieces.

This sudden change caught the man off guard, and he could no longer block the shovel that was coming towards his face. He dodged it with a quick move, but was still hit on the head by the shovel, and blood immediately flowed out.

Seeing that their move was successful, the villagers not only did not stop, but attacked him even more fiercely, wanting to take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew from behind the heads of several villagers. Before they could figure out what was happening, they were grabbed by the neck and thrown into the river one by one like dumplings.

After they fell into the water with a splash, they heard a loud shout: "Stop!"

The remaining four or five villagers realized that the person who came was a scarred giant with bare hands and a naked body.

Although this giant was frightening, they felt that they had more people and weapons in their hands, so how could they retreat without fighting?

Besides, shouldn't you shout "stop" before you start fighting? If you shout "stop" after you've attacked, where's your sincerity in trying to stop the fight?

"Mind your own business!" The leading villager swung his hoe, ready to hit the giant.

The giant grabbed the hoe handle and looked at him coldly.

The villager wanted to pull back the hoe, but no matter how hard he tried, the hoe did not budge at all.

"What are you standing there for? Come on, shoulder to shoulder!" The leading villager was horrified.

The rest of the villagers quickly let go of the man whose eyes were blinded by blood and attacked Gao Wu waving iron weapons.

Gao Wu snorted coldly, swung his long arm, and threw the leading villager, along with his hoe, into the river.

Then he displayed an agility that was disproportionate to his size, nimbly dodged the attacks of the villagers, and knocked them all to the ground with one punch each.

Seeing the villagers falling to the ground and unable to get up after being hit by just one punch, Zhao Hao in the distance suddenly realized that Gao Wu was afraid that his strength was too great, so he wrapped his fist with clothes to avoid killing people.

He is good at fighting, cautious, and doesn't talk much. How come my vision is so good?

~~

On the riverbank, the injured man wiped the blood off his face and looked at Gao Wu with gratitude, but his words of thanks turned into a light exclamation.

"Hey, it's you?!"

Gao Wu looked at him in confusion. He felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't put his name to the person. It was not until he heard him speak that he opened his mouth wide, speechless in shock.

Obviously, he recognized each other.

The man seemed to be very familiar with Gao Wu and knew that he was slow to speak. He threw away the broken pole in his hand and said in a deep voice, "This is not the place to talk. Leave first."

Seeing that those he had thrown into the river were struggling to climb ashore, Gao Wu nodded, turned around and ran.

The man also covered his forehead and followed quickly.

As soon as the two men walked away, the drowned rats came onto the river bank, and the villagers lying on the ground also brushed off the dirt on their bodies and stood up.

Obviously, the cunning villagers are well aware that a good man never suffers a loss in front of him.

"Uncle, they ran away!" everyone said to the leading villager.

"The monk may run away, but the temple cannot!" The villager pulled off the large patch of green algae on his head and spat fiercely, "Go to his house!"

~~

On the other side, Gao Wu led the man to the big tree where Zhao Hao was hiding.

Zhao Hao gave a thumbs up and was about to praise Gao Wu, but he saw Gao Wu picked him up without saying a word.

Before Zhao Hao could react, Gao Wu carried him on his back and ran towards the dock.

The man hesitated and followed behind.

After running half a mile and seeing no one catching up, Gao Wu slowed down his pace and said in a muffled voice: "A clan fight in the countryside can easily call in hundreds or even thousands of people. We have stirred up a hornet's nest, so let's run away quickly."

He was born as a miner in Yiwu, so he was naturally very alert to this. It was after Qi Jiguang witnessed the Yiwu clan fight that lasted for more than a month and killed and injured thousands of people that he decided to recruit the fearless Yiwu miners to form the Qi Family Army.

"Then where is this friend's clan?" Zhao Hao looked at the man and saw that his wound had stopped bleeding, but his left eyebrow was raised high, which looked very scary.

"I'm an outsider..." The man spoke in a soft voice, in stark contrast to Gao Wu's rough voice.

"His Buddhist name is Tian Zhen, and he is a monk soldier of my Qi Family Army." Gao Wu had organized his words and introduced in a deep voice: "The monk soldiers are the elites that Marshal Yu helped our Qi Family Army train. They always charge to the front in every battle, and cut through thorns and brambles for the army. I don't know how many contributions they have made. But they never ask for credit, and the soldiers admire them from the bottom of their hearts!"

"Wow..." Zhao Hao looked at the man's thick hair and realized that it was indeed shorter than that of an average person. But he didn't care about gossip at the moment, so he asked in a deep voice, "Do you have any family here?"

"Yes." The man blushed and whispered, "I have returned to secular life. My lay name is Wu Yu, and my wife and I live in Tangjiaxu in the north."

"Ahem..." Zhao Hao and Gao Wu couldn't help coughing. The former blushed and asked in a muffled voice:

"No one else?"

“No more.”

"Then what are you still hesitating about?" Zhao Hao patted Gao Wu's shoulder and said anxiously, "Those people are very fierce, but they didn't come to chase us. They must have gone to Tangjiaxu."

"I'll go first!" The man Wu Yu's expression suddenly changed. He had been worried about this too! Seeing that the young man had the same concerns, he dared not delay any longer. He hastily bowed to the two men and ran north.

"Put me down, and you follow." Zhao Hao patted Gao Wu's shoulder again and said in a deep voice: "Save him to the end, and send him to the west!"

"That young master..." Gao Wu never forgets his responsibilities.

"The dock is just ahead, I can just run back by myself. Besides, they haven't seen me, what do you have to worry about?" Zhao Hao struggled to get rid of his arms, landed on his feet and said, "If you are surrounded, don't act recklessly. I will bring reinforcements after a while."

Gao Wu thought about it and felt that Zhao Hao had made all the arrangements very well, so he nodded heavily, looked at him deeply, and then took big strides to chase after Wu Yu.

Zhao Hao also ran towards the dock. In fact, according to his usual low-key style, this matter was purely meddling. But since Wu Yu had killed Japanese pirates, he couldn't just ignore it.

Even if Wu Yuzhen killed someone, he violated the law and the government should punish him. What qualifications do mere villagers have to beat and kill a hero who fought against the Japanese pirates?

~~

Even though it was only three or four miles away, how could Mr. Zhao, who was used to a life of luxury, endure such suffering?

He was so tired that he was out of breath before he ran two miles, and he was gasping for breath while leaning against a big locust tree by the roadside.

Zhao Hao felt dry in his mouth and wanted to drink some water, but the water bag was still on Gao Wu...

"Alas, Dangtu and I are not compatible..."

With a whine, he continued to shuffle towards the dock with his hands on his hips.

ps. It's a new day, I'm asking for recommendation votes and chapter reviews. Some people say that my posture of asking for votes is not seductive enough, but after thinking about it for a day, I still don't know how to be more seductive. Can you give me some advice?