All the open space between the two doors was hollowed out, leaving a huge pit in the middle filled with sharpened bamboos.
At the beginning, they had to cover it up. In order not to provide any buffer for the thieves, Zhou Ergui ordered people to pull out the horizontal bamboo below, and the entire pit was revealed.
Compared with the previous one, the hole this time is deeper, sharper, and the bamboo is longer.
Most of the refugees who rushed in were a motley crowd. They had neither the skills to be soldiers nor the faith of cultists. Facing the threat of death, they were all frightened and crawled back. Those who fled slowly blocked the road, and those behind them were afraid and anxious, and started to cry and curse.
Some people even started fighting on the wooden board over a disagreement.
Wei Da was also on the top of the second wall, aiming at the big man fighting with Jin Shaoyang. Actually, he was not good at shooting.
An arrow was shot and almost hit the target, but fortunately it was not wasted. The long arrow hit the butt of another shivering refugee.
After seeing the situation inside, many refugees were so scared that they turned around and ran away.
Someone discovered a small path on the right side of the inner wall and wanted to climb up the wall from here. Duan Yidao saw this and blocked the path with a big knife, chopping down anyone who came up. Several disciples behind him also followed and beat the refugees back.
"Master, the place here is too small, let's go to the gate!" Ji Ming suggested.
After chopping off the last person, Duan Yidao raised his sword and shouted, "Folks, follow me!"
Duan Yidao, along with Ji Ming, Erguotou, Gouwazi and Zhao Tiejiang, led the way. Many villagers with weapons had been waiting for this moment and rushed out with them.
Blacksmith Zhao was running in the front and he used his ultimate weapon, the box of iron needles, which hit at least eight or nine people.
The people behind them waved swords and axes, shouting and hacking at the refugees.
Seeing this, Zhou Dafu picked up his sword and said to Song Yuehua, "Daya, I'll leave this to you. I'm also going to go down and fight this group of people to the death!"
"Uncle Dafu!"
Song Yuehua shouted, “I can’t care so much about archery distraction!”
Zhou Dafu thought about it and it made sense. He called Zong Yi over and said loudly, "Everyone on the wall, listen up. Do whatever Zong Yi tells you to do next. Cooperate well. If anyone disobeys, don't stay in the village. Remember that!"
After saying that, Zhou Dafu also climbed down the wall and rushed outside.
Song Yuehua looked at Zong Yi and said, "Do your job well and don't let anyone come up."
Zong Yi, "..."
If someone climbed onto the top of the wall at the first gate, the second wall would be undefendable. Zong Yi called Dao Xiaoyi and a few other men to push a large boulder weighing about 500 pounds to block the side path.
All the villagers who could fight had gone out, and now he had to guard the wall and not let anyone come up.
"Brother Yi, what should we do if the villagers want to come back?" Liu Shanpao asked.
Zong Yi glanced at him and replied, "How about you block here?"
Liu Shanpao was so scared that he shook his head repeatedly.
The two men in the sharp bamboo pit were still fighting. Jin Shaoyang almost fell in several times, and the big man could not hold on any longer. Finally, Wei Da shot the big man in the back, distracting him. He lost his balance and fell into the pit. The sharp bamboo pierced his thigh.
Jin Shaoyang planned to take the opportunity to kill the big man.
At this moment, a man in gray flew in from outside the door. With a few moves from that man, Jin Shaoyang almost fell into the bamboo pit. As soon as he stood up, he saw the man chopping at his head with a big knife.
When his life was hanging by a thread, the man in gray turned the blade of his sword, flipped over and chopped towards the back. Jin Shaoyang quickly adjusted his body shape and looked carefully. He saw that the man in gray and Ji Ming were fighting.
As the two men clashed, the broadsword produced a series of sparks. Jin Shaoyang noticed that the big man was now fighting with Wei Da. The big man had two arrows stuck in his back and was also injured in the thigh. Now it was clear that Wei Da had the upper hand.
After a little thought, Jin Shaoyang jumped between Ji Ming and the man in gray and joined their fight.
"Two against one, how shameless!" the gray-clothed man said coldly.
Ji Ming laughed and scolded, "I'm going to hit you, you idiot!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and the lime inside spilled out. Not only the man in gray, but even Jin Shaoyang was affected.
Ji Ming took the opportunity to slash at him with several knives. The man in gray flew backwards, missed a step, and was pierced through the sole of his foot by a bamboo thorn. The man was also quick in reaction, and he stepped on a corpse to gain leverage and pulled his foot out of the bamboo thorn alive.
Ji Ming threw a small bottle to Jin Shaoyang and asked him to drop it in his eyes. He then pulled out a dagger from his waist and threw it at the man in gray. The man was agile, but he was seriously injured after all, and the dagger still cut the skin on his neck.
After Jin Shaoyang finished dripping the medicine, he was finally able to open his eyes and saw that the man in gray had dodged the dagger and revealed a flaw. When he was about to fly forward to kill him, Ji Ming stopped him and said, "Don't worry, he's dead."
Gray-clothed man, Jin Shaoyang, "..."
Ji Ming kindly explained, "The knife is smeared with seven-step poison. He will definitely die after seven steps."
"Despicable, shameless villain..." the man in gray cursed excitedly.
Ji Ming pointed behind him and said, "Third Brother, go help Master."
After Jin Shaoyang smashed the bottle on Ji Ming, he glared at him and then flew away.
Ji Ming took the bottle and put it back in his arms, then looked at the man in gray and asked, "Which general of yours is he under?"
The man in gray kept silent.
The villagers who rushed out fought with the refugees. Among them, there were many familiar figures, Zhao the Blacksmith, Zhou Dafu, Ma Ye, Zhu Ye, Song Da, Song Er, Ma Yong, Ren Dahai, Shi Dashan, Mao Dage...
Several old men were waving axes below, which made Song Yuehua tremble with fear. She whispered to Liu Xue to focus on providing cover for the old men.
Liu Xue hummed lightly and put on a long arrow.
Suddenly, there was a particularly eye-catching presence below. Song Yuehua looked carefully and frowned. Zhao Tieniang was also mixed in.
When did this girl get in?
Zhao Tieniang held a large scimitar in each hand. Upon closer inspection, light occasionally flashed from her shoes. She was like a meat grinder, somersaulting in the air and injuring all the refugees she touched. Song Yuehua's heart, which had been tense, relaxed a little.
While she was distracted, a man suddenly jumped up from the ground and was about to launch a sneak attack on Zhao Tieniang, but a long arrow shot from above hit him in the abdomen.
Song Yuehua looked to the side and saw Zhu Qingqing putting another arrow on the bow.
Feeling Song Yuehua's gaze, Zhu Qingqing smiled at her and said, "Sister Song, I'll help too."
Since she has the ability, Song Yuehua didn't say much, but just sighed, "Her equipment is quite lethal."
"Xiaofu painted it and my uncle made it." Zhu Qingqing said.
Zhao Xiaofu?
Song Yuehua hummed lightly, turned her eyes downward, and her heart suddenly rose, "Ma, Ma Hu!"
Ma Hu below was chopping with an axe, and Song Yuehua's face was numb with fear.
This little bastard!
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