Obviously, Lao Si's realization came a little late. He held the spear that had been inserted into his body with both hands, trying to use his strength advantage to throw away the two guys.
But what he didn't expect was that the power of those two guys was far greater than he imagined. With a low roar from the two fake puppets, the fourth child's body was split into two pieces by two spears, and then The spear shook, and the fourth child's body was thrown directly into the river, becoming a feast for the water ghosts.
The two companions were killed instantly, and the other two companions of the Faqiu faction completely lost their minds. The third child, holding two knives, rushed into the patrolling team and kept killing them.
The second one also kept waving the long whip. Wherever the long whip hit, stumps and limbs flew everywhere, which was a miserable scene that could be called hell. However, the faces of the patrollers were still very calm and they did not dodge in any form at all.
Lao San originally thought that the fake puppets would show fear when faced with his execution. He wanted to use this as a criterion to distinguish the real ones from the fake ones. But what shocked him was that the fake puppets behaved better than the real ones. Also stay calm.
When Lao San was slashing with his two swords, a soldier walked straight towards him. He immediately concluded that this guy who wanted to die was a puppet after all.
So he just slashed at the opponent's neck very casually. The opponent did not dodge at all, but what he spurted out was blood with a strong fishy smell.
Blood spattered all over Lao San's body. Before Lao San could curse, his skin felt like it was burning.
At first he thought the burning sensation was caused by the impact, but he realized the seriousness of the problem when he saw blue flames appearing on his body.
He frantically tried to extinguish the flames on his body, but every movement and every ounce of his anger fueled the fire, and every moment, his body turned into a blue fireball.
The third child originally wanted to grab a few cushions before dying, hold the bodies of several puppets tightly, and want to burn with them, but no matter they were puppets or real people, they were completely immune to the blue flame.
The three companions had all died tragically, and the second child finally thought of escaping. He jumped out of the circle surrounded by the parade and ran wildly.
As a result, he didn't run very far when an arrow hit the back of his head. His whole body flew up and he was pinned directly to the cliff.
His body hung on the cliff, still struggling desperately. After a while, he kicked off his legs and died.
"The dead soldiers of South Vietnam, after more than two thousand years of hard work and hardship, they really have something, but unfortunately not much."
After Zhao Tuo shot and killed the second son of the Faqiu faction, he just sat back on the carriage when a cold voice came from the air. The voice was very soft, but it made Zhao Tuo's eardrums buzz.
Zhao Tuo's expression suddenly changed. He slowly stood up from the carriage, cupped his fists and raised his hands in the air, bowed and said, "Junior Zhao Tuo, please do me a favor, senior."
"Hey, your ancestors were, after all, upright heroes, but you have made yourself into a human being and a ghost. Don't you feel ashamed of them?"
"It was caused by the current situation and was not Tuo's original intention. Tuo wanted to take his ancestors home, so he asked his seniors to make it happen."
"Go home, isn't this your home? Where can you go back?" The voice in the air said in a mocking tone.
"This is indeed the place where our ancestors lived, but now it has been occupied by the Dragon Kingdom. It is no longer what it used to be. I want to take my ancestors to the place that truly belongs to us." Zhao Tuo said with a solemn expression.
Although he was made up to look like this, his real name was Zhao Tuo. Of course, he could not be the Zhao Tuo who lived more than two thousand years ago and was a descendant of the Zhao Tuo who died more than two thousand years ago.
Since the Nanyue Kingdom was destroyed by the Han Dynasty, Zhao Tuo's descendants have been waiting for an opportunity to restore the country. For this reason, they also established a Restoration Congress.
