If Master Duan wanted to go outside, he had to let go of the rope and jump off the wall.
It is easy to be shot during this process, so he asked Song Yuehua to kill the person who shot the arrow.
The opponent's archery skills are obviously not up to par, not even as good as the hunter from Hongye Village.
"Okay, don't run too far after you go down, it would be bad if you accidentally get hurt."
Song Yuehua shot an arrow towards the estimated position, then retracted the arrow and looked at the movement on the opposite side, not sure whether it hit the target or not.
Duan Yidao threw a few more jars of lamp oil down, and the people on fire below struggled and rolled around. The people next to them seemed not to see anything and just rushed forward.
Zhou Ergui directed his men to pick up stones and throw them down.
Song Yuehua waited for a long time but didn't see any arrows shot, so she nodded to Duan Yidao, and saw him tie the rope around his waist and climb down the wall. Song Yuehua pulled the string of the arrow to cover him.
Suddenly, a long arrow shot towards Duan Yidao from the darkness. Song Yuehua took aim and released the string. In just a moment, the two long arrows collided in mid-air, and Duan Yidao landed safely.
"I'll go down too." Jin Shaoyang said, and jumped down along the rope.
Next came Ji Ming. When Zhao Tieniang, wearing soft armor and holding two large scimitars, also wanted to jump down, Song Yuehua grabbed them back and said, "You can't."
"I can do it!" Zhao Tieniang was unwilling.
No matter how cruel Song Yuehua was, she would never let a 9-year-old kid fight with the refugees.
Song Yuehua threw her a bow and arrow and said, "Use this."
"I used a knife." Zhao Tieniang retorted, holding up the scimitar in her hand.
"Then learn it."
Zhao Tieniang had no choice but to take the bow and arrow and imitate Song Yuehua in drawing the bow and shooting the arrow.
As soon as Duan Yidao and his three disciples jumped down, they were surrounded by refugees. Some of them were holding kitchen knives, hatchets, machetes, axes, and sickles, and they started chopping at their heads.
Duan Yidao suddenly bent his body and slashed with both swords. The whole move was sharp and swift. In the blink of an eye, he forced more than a dozen people back several steps.
Ji Ming still wanted to cooperate with Jin Shaoyang in the battle, but he saw Jin Shaoyang like a madman, rushing towards the place with the most refugees alone with a gun.
Ji Ming, "..."
There was no other way. One was a master with great martial arts skills, and the other was a senior brother who was willing to risk his life. Ji Ming could only fight alone.
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