Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 244

It can be seen that the strong man in black has no military training, and his personal bravery is considered to be at the upper-middle level in the Ming army, and it is not easy to deal with a few fledgling boys.

The fact is also the same, out of face, the two young men held the bamboo spear tightly with both hands, their eyes were closed long ago, and they muttered words, as if they were praying.

The burly man in black didn't have to dodge at all, he easily cut off the bamboo spear in the young man's hand, and kicked them both down.

The master who had been silent all this time opened the folding fan to fan the wind to dispel the heat, and the dog skin plaster stuck near the temple followed his mouth up and down: "Those who dare to rob Mr. Wen's house, are you brave enough? Boss Wu, don't keep your hands, everyone Chop it up for me!"

"Come on! Steward Wen, can you watch from the back." Hearing that he can kill people, the leader of the 20 people, Boss Wu, laughed heartily, and he raised a knife and fell a "robber" who couldn't see the situation clearly and wanted to sneak attack him. Knocked down to the ground.

"Brothers! Butler Wen said there is no need to seal the sword today! Let's kill to our heart's content!"

The burly men in black shirts let out a pervert howl excitedly, and beat the robber who came to the door with all their energy.The robbers were beaten until they howled like ghosts and howled like wolves, and fled in all directions.

Seeing that the situation was taking a turn for the worse, Feng Yongwen couldn't sit still anymore. He drove the donkey under his crotch and rushed towards the strong man in black who slaughtered the "robber".

The attack came quite suddenly. A strong man in black was completely unprepared. He only felt a pain in his back, and then his chest was wet. After touching it with his hand, he realized that something had stabbed a big hole in his left chest.

Judging from the injuries, it's either the lungs or the heart, either of which is a big deal, the former is useless in the near future, and the latter is slightly better, at least you don't have to worry about how to live the rest of your life.

Feng Yongwen was just a bandit leader, and two months ago he was an honest farmer. Being able to ride a donkey without falling off and killing people was considered a remarkable thing in the Ming Dynasty.

Even Fang Xiaobai, who was lying far away, couldn't help but screamed "lucky shit".However, Feng Yongwen's good luck seemed to have run out. When several strong men in black shirts picked up the bamboo spears dropped by the bandits to form a simple spear formation, Feng Yongwen, who thought he was invincible, actually dared to dive in.

There was a result. The two strong men in black shirts squatting at the front were knocked out by the donkey, and the poor donkey was also pierced by the bamboo spear. He screamed and hit the tree trunk beside him and fell to the ground. The donkey pressed Feng Yongwen's left leg firmly under his body, causing Feng Yongwen to break out in cold sweat from the pain.

The loss of three masters is still acceptable. The master known as Steward Wen shook his folding fan in desperation, and slowly came to Feng Yongwen, rubbed his eyes, looked Feng Yongwen up and down with a pair of mouse eyes, and suddenly realized: "Oh! It's really a narrow road! It turns out to be the eldest brother of the sixth lady, so I'm sorry."

Steward Wen put on a show and cupped his hands, deliberately getting close to Feng Yongwen. He knew very well that in Feng Yongwen's current state, let alone slashing him with a knife, he couldn't pick it up even if it was put in front of him.

Feng Yongwen is worthy of being a fighter in the reckless world. With this appearance, the younger brothers around him are scattered and dead, but he is still unwilling to bow his head: "Wen...Wen Ren! You...don't...get too happy, I... ...There are thousands of brothers..."

"Stop bragging. Will you die if you don't brag? There are only a thousand trumpets in your shabby village. There are only about two hundred people in your shabby village. You still want to tease me with just these people? Damn you! If the sixth lady hadn't said something nice in front of me , do you think you can live till now?"

Steward Wen unceremoniously exposed Feng Yongwen's lies, and was so angry that Feng Yongwen blushed to the root of his neck. While enduring the severe pain caused by the fracture, he felt annoyed: "Sister! Brother I'm sorry! Wuwuwu! Wen Ren! As long as I With one breath left, I will definitely kill you and that old thief Wen!"

Wen Ren let out a series of wretched laughter, he ordered Feng Yongwen to be dragged out from under the donkey, and two strong men in black shirts tied the rope to the thick branches like dragging a dead dog and tied the rope around him. neck.

Butler Wen closed his fan, tapped his left hand rhythmically, walked around Feng Yongwen, and finally stopped in front of him: "Hey, do you want to touch a hair of our master? I'm afraid you won't be able to do it in your life, oh, you It’s okay to say that Mrs. Six has been with the master for half a year. Why can’t you enjoy the glory and wealth in peace? Forget it, it’s useless to say more, let’s send you on your way as soon as possible. Don’t worry, I will tell Mrs. Six that you met The bandit is dead, and next year someone will still look at you at your grave."

Steward Wen turned around slowly, raised his right hand, and waved his hand. The two executors quickly pulled one side of the rope, and the loop around Feng Yongwen's neck tightened suddenly, pulling his body into the air.

Feng Yongwen struggled desperately, but with his hands tied behind his back, he felt that breathing gradually became difficult, his head seemed to be burning, his vision became more and more blurred, and he even had some hallucinations.

Just before he was about to pass out, he felt that the rope restricting his breathing seemed to be cut by something, and his body fell heavily on the ground, and the severe pain that came again continued to stimulate his brain.

Steward Wen raised his brows slightly, and he saw a young man who was soaked in mud and was walking towards them step by step with a Tang sword in his hand and a crossbow in his left hand.

"Hey, there is another fish that slipped through the net? Feng Yongwen, it seems that your subordinates are not all people who are full of food and wine. It just so happens that I also brought a rope, why don't you two go on the road together."

Steward Wen didn't realize that Fang Xiaobai was different, thinking that he was just a diehard loyalist of Feng Yongwen's, and there was nothing wrong with it, so he signaled five strong men in black shirts to capture Fang Xiaobai alive, and took the rest of the Wen family's nursing home to hide in the house. Enjoy the shade under the tree.

The five strong men cooperated with each other and surrounded Xiaobai above him. This task was not to kill but to capture him alive. The degree of difficulty was much higher than before. He could neither be injured by him nor kill him. How uncomfortable.

Fang Xiaobai in the encirclement seemed very calm. He loaded the crossbow with arrows and started working from left to right. He fired from close range like an arrow and instantly pierced the heart of a strong man on the left. With a Tang knife in his right hand, he easily blocked it. All attacks.

Forced back the three strong men in black shirts with one blow, Fang Xiaobai only relied on his physical speed.Five seconds later, he rushed to Steward Wen's side, and before the other strong men could react, he took him to the side of the broken rope and neatly tied a dead knot on his head.

"Put down Steward Wen!"

"Friends, everyone is a fool on the road, so stay on the front line when doing things!"

The thirteen strong men were a little overwhelmed. The time in five seconds was too short. They didn't know what happened. In fact, it felt like a gust of wind was blowing, and Steward Wen was in his hands. It was so weird!

Fang Xiaobai didn't care what he did, so he leaned close to Steward Wen's ear and said softly, "Do you know what another word for hanging yourself is?"

Steward Wen was in the mood to play riddles with Fang Xiaobai at this time, he was so frightened that he shook his head immediately.

"Stupid! Then I'll let you experience what it means to swing on a swing!"

(End of this chapter)