After a fierce confrontation, he seized the opportunity and eliminated one of them with a fierce attack.
But at this moment, he was distracted for a moment and was found a flaw by the only remaining enemy. The enemy came up like a ghost and stabbed his abdomen with a sharp blade like a poisonous snake, and his clothes were instantly dyed red with blood.
The injured man groaned but did not fall down. He endured the severe pain in his abdomen, grabbed the other person's wrist and twisted it.
The man felt pain and tried to break free, but found that his hands were locked tightly.
The man took advantage of the situation and kicked the other person in the chest, sending him several steps away.
At this time, Su Wenjun and others saw it clearly in the dark. They didn't dare to breathe and watched the development of the situation nervously.
The injured man took advantage of the other person falling to the ground and quickly tore off a piece of his clothes to bandage the wound. His eyes showed determination and resoluteness.
He slowly walked towards the man in night clothes, each step carrying a strong sense of oppression.
The man in night clothes struggled to get up, took out a hidden weapon from his arms, and suddenly shot it out when the man approached.
The man flashed, and the hidden weapon flew past his ear and pierced into the tree trunk behind him.
He roared angrily, sped up and rushed towards the opponent, unleashing a set of fierce punches, the wind from his fists whistling like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The man in night clothes dodged left and right, and gradually could not hold on any longer.
The man seized the opportunity and punched the opponent's shoulder. With a click, the man in night clothes dislocated his shoulder and the weapon in his hand fell to the side.
But he still didn't give up and tried to trip the man with his feet.
The man saw through his intention, jumped lightly to avoid the attack, and then elbowed the man in the night clothes, hitting him hard on the back.
At this moment, the man in the night clothes collapsed completely to the ground and lost the ability to resist.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and killed the man with one slash of the knife.
His face was as pale as paper, but he was still holding on to his breath. He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands and plunged the bloody knife deep into the ground, using the force to barely support his shaky body.
He turned his head, his eyes full of concern and anxiety, and asked the person behind him: "Sir, are you okay?"
The voice sounded a little hoarse and weak due to injury.
The young man behind him had a look of shock on his face, but he still tried to force a smile and quickly responded, "Uncle Hu, I'm fine."
But when his eyes fell on the wound on Uncle Hu's abdomen that was bleeding, he was instantly filled with worry.
He didn't care about anything else, turned around and rushed towards their damaged carriage.
The side panels of the carriage had been chopped off, and the items inside were scattered all over the ground, making a mess.
The boy searched anxiously in the chaotic carriage and finally found the bag containing the medicine.
His hands trembled slightly as he opened the bundle and quickly found the golden wound medicine among the many bottles and jars.
The young man approached Uncle Hu cautiously, squatted down gently, stared at the wound that was still bleeding, held the golden wound medicine in both hands, and sprinkled the powder evenly on the wound little by little.
His movements were gentle and cautious, fearing that he might accidentally aggravate Uncle Hu's injuries.
As the powder came into contact with the wound, the blood that had been gushing out like a spring gradually showed signs of stopping, and the blood in the wound began to slowly coagulate.
The boy's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He let out a long sigh, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
His eyes slowly swept over the guards lying around him, unable to stand up again. The pain in his heart instantly drowned him like a surging tide.
His lips trembled slightly, and a grief-stricken question exploded in his heart like thunder: "Why? Why won't you let me go?"
Of the one hundred guards who originally surrounded him, only ten are left.
At this moment, after this brutal fight, only Uncle Hu was left barely standing.
The broken limbs and cold corpses on the ground were like a jigsaw puzzle from a nightmare, piece by piece revealing his current despair and helplessness.
His parents, the ones who had once given him endless warmth and protection, had been tragically killed by the enemy.
However, the greed and cruelty of the murderers did not stop there. Like wolves smelling blood, they hunted him down mercilessly, vowing to kill him completely.
At first, he only wanted to carry out his parents' last wish, stay away from the disputes of this world, find a quiet place, and live an ordinary life.
But now, all of this has turned into nothing in the face of this blood feud.
He slowly raised his head, and the weakness and evasion in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by determination and resoluteness.
Since everyone is fighting for that position, and since his existence has become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of some people, why should he endure and retreat?
He is determined to step into this vortex of dispute, seek justice for his parents, and fight for a chance of survival for himself. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and a bottomless abyss, he will never look back.
At this moment, Uncle Hu's spirit, which had been slightly depressed by the pain, suddenly perked up, and his keen hearing caught a very slight movement.
In an instant, he gathered all his strength and shouted loudly: "Who? Who's there?"
The sound echoed in the silent night sky like a huge bell, with unquestionable deterrent power, making the surrounding leaves rustle.
Originally, Su Wenjun, Dahu and Dazhuang were hiding in the shadows not far away, staring at the fight between the two people in the field without blinking.
There was a fiery light flashing in their eyes, and that thrilling confrontation was like a huge magnet, deeply attracting them.
With each move, they felt a flame burning deep in their hearts, and their blood was rushing faster in their veins. They even had an irresistible urge to jump out immediately and have a fight with them, to test their own skills in actual combat.
However, the reins of reason eventually reined in the impulsive wild horse.
They knew very well that the situation was delicate and dangerous, and any rash action could bring about a catastrophic disaster.
Therefore, they still squatted there vigilantly, their bodies as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.
Their eyes darted back and forth between the fighting people, not missing any details.
When Dazhuang heard Uncle Hu's loud shout, he subconsciously wanted to stand up.
Seeing this, Su Wenjun and Dahu acted quickly, and their four hands grabbed Dazhuang's arms tightly like iron clamps.
The three of them continued to squat there, not daring to even breathe, as if time had frozen at this moment.
After that loud shout, deathly silence spread quickly like a tide.
Su Wenjun and the others didn't dare to breathe, their eyes fixed on the front, their bodies motionless, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.
They looked at each other and saw the same caution and hesitation in each other's eyes. In the end, they decided to suppress their inner curiosity and uneasiness, and still remained in a crouching position, not daring to move at all.
When the boy heard Uncle Hu's call, he exchanged a look with Uncle Hu, understandingly.
The young man came behind Uncle Hu without any hesitation.
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