After a brief panic, Zheng Ran and his team quickly stabilized their position.
These dozen or so teenagers, aged between thirteen and ten, held weapons in their hands, formed a circle and tightly protected everyone in the center.
The Dong family's guards and ten secret guards with slightly better martial arts skills drew their swords without hesitation and joined the fierce resistance.
Qian Xingshan stood in the protective circle, his eyes fixed on the flashing swords and sabers outside. He took a deep breath, clenched the long sword given to him by his master in his right hand, clenched the stun gun in his left hand, and tried to keep himself calm.
Zhao Xiaoling and Zhao Xiaowu stood close to their uncle, each holding a long whip in their hands.
Zhao Qingsong stood in front of Qian's mother, holding a long sword in his right hand and an electric baton in his left hand.
Faced with this sudden crisis, Qian's mother, Zhao's mother and everyone else in the Sun family were so frightened that their souls left their bodies, and they became limp and unable to move.
Zhao Xiaoyun snuggled tightly in Sun Meiping's arms, her head buried deeply, not even having the courage to cry.
Guan Yueru hugged Dong Yan tightly, silently telling herself that she would protect her daughter even at the cost of her own life.
She looked into the distance anxiously, wondering if they could get through this difficult time safely and whether she would be able to see her husband again in the future.
After Dong Nianmei experienced the initial panic, she plucked up her courage, found a stick, and stood in front of her sister-in-law.
At this critical moment, Mrs. Dong showed her perseverance and wisdom. She bit the tip of her tongue hard, letting the pain help her stay awake.
She made a quick decision and asked Qian Xingshan and Butler Dong to gather the people who needed protection together, with the children and the elderly in the innermost part.
Middle-aged women are in the middle, and the outermost layer is young and middle-aged men.
They took up weapons and protected everyone in the outer circle to deal with possible dangers.
Everyone followed the old lady's arrangements. Although they were afraid, they still tried to stay calm, supported each other and not cause trouble for everyone.
The bandits never expected that they had come out in full force and had overestimated this group of people, but their fighting power still exceeded their expectations.
They originally thought that the group of secret guards were the most skilled in martial arts, as they had used more than a dozen people to attack them. However, they did not expect that the young men whom they had not taken seriously at the beginning were the ones with the highest martial arts skills.
This underestimation of the enemy caused them to suffer a lot. At the hands of Zheng Ran and his men alone, more than thirty bandits were killed in just a quarter of an hour.
"Damn it, fight me." The bandit leader One-Eyed Dragon spat viciously. He was afraid that he would suffer a big defeat this time.
The one-eyed dragon didn't want to miss the fat sheep he had finally found. He didn't know when he would have to wait for such an opportunity again.
Following the one-eyed dragon's roar, the bandits also became bloodthirsty. They looked at the group of little bastards in front of them, and their faces were ruddy, as if they were people who never lacked food.
Why do you have food to eat while we have to starve?
The bandits, who were at the end of their rope, fought desperately, willing to sacrifice their lives for food. This made Zheng Ran and his men feel very difficult.
More than a dozen bandits broke through the protection circle of Zheng Ran and his team and ran in front of Qian Xingshan.
Zhao Xiaoling and Zhao Qingsong were relatively calm. Before the bandits got close to them, they shot out the arrows from their sleeves.
"There is a hidden weapon..." The bandit who was shot by an arrow screamed in fear.
The other bandits hid from place to place, giving the people inside time to adapt.
Qian Xingshan, Zhao Qingsong and Zhao Xiaoling, who had practiced martial arts for more than half a year, could only pick up their swords and go forward to meet the enemy after firing their sleeve arrows.
After a few moves, they found the feeling, were no longer afraid, and calmly performed the moves taught by their master.
Only Xiao Wu wielded the whip so skillfully that the bandits could not get close to her.
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