He Ping waved his whistle stick and started killing behind the wall of the village.
The stick in his hand was obviously a stick, without a sharp blade, but it did not affect his killing efficiency at all. One stick struck the head, another broke the opponent's neck, and another stuck in the vagina...
Every move can be called ferocious and vicious, and every move is a killer.
The seven or eight tough bandits who climbed over the wall in succession were all fatally wounded by him with just one or two moves.
The people behind were so frightened!
Unexpectedly, the always amiable Master Zhan Monk would go crazy and become so terrifying after transforming into He Ping.
Someone shouted: "He Ping? It can't be that... that He Ping?"
"He Ping, the man-eating salt owl!"
"Oh My God."
"I heard he had to eat someone for every meal."
"Really? Damn it!"
In a few words, He Ping had killed all the tough bandits who had climbed over the wall. There were about a dozen corpses lying around, their faces covered with blood and brains. For a while, no one could attack again. Only then did He Ping wake up. His eyes slowly returned to black and white from their congested state.
He tilted his head and looked around him: "What happened just now? The poor monk seemed to have fainted for a while, so many people died here in the blink of an eye? You can't do this! We should be compassionate, even if the other person is a thief, we must Mainly to influence, Ami steals the Buddha! Good slaughter, good slaughter!"
Everyone: "..."
"He seems to have become Master Monk again now."
The two young monks shouted: "Master, another thief has turned over."
The war monk suddenly turned his head and saw a gangster leader jumping over the wall again. With a wave of his whistle stick, he swept the gangster to the ground with only three or two moves and stepped on him. Live: "The donor put down the butcher knife..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the farmer next to him came over and smashed the head of the bandit leader with a hoe.
War Monk: "This murder is not caused by me, right?"
Everyone wiped away cold sweat: "It doesn't count, it doesn't count!"
"Come here quickly, we can't stand it anymore."
Someone yelled. On the other side of the village wall, seven or eight gangsters had already turned over. The boss was holding farm tools and could not stop him. He was chased by the gangsters and ran around.
The war monk dashed over and said, "Put down the butcher knife!"
He waved his whistle stick and stood up to seven or eight ruthless bandits by himself. He didn't want to kill, but he couldn't use the stick in his hand and refused to use any killing moves. He was instantly at a disadvantage and was in danger of being attacked by the ruthless bandits.
A young monk shouted: "Master, your face is bleeding."
In his busy schedule, the war monk stretched out his hand to touch his face, and there was blood on his hand: "Ah?"
His eyes suddenly turned red again: "Who? Who the hell dares to spill my blood?"
Haven’t you heard the name of the man-eating salt lord He Ping?
He Ping was merciless in every move he made. Every move he made was a killer. He blew the brains out of a gangster with one blow of his stick. Then with a backhand, the stick penetrated the gangster's eye frame, knocking out his eyeballs. The sticks are all flying out, and the thieves are frightened.
There was a flash of stick shadows, and all seven or eight tough bandits fell down.
No one attacked him for a short period of time, and his eyes returned to their normal color. The war monk looked around and said, "Tsk, so cruel. You killed people until their eyes dropped to the ground. This sin is too great. Ami stole the Buddha! Good slaughter, good slaughter! The poor monk has to help you recite sutras and help you resolve the cause and effect..."
The people in the cavalry battalion have not taken action yet. A group of people were so panicked that they kept turning their heads to look at the wall: "General, the wall is in danger, why don't we attack?"
"Not urgent!"
Old Nanfeng: "It looks dangerous, but in fact there is no problem. There are not many people on this side of the wall when thieves climb over, and our people can still hold on."
His mentality is really incomparable to the people of Gaojiacun.
In the past, when the people of Gaojia Village fought, they would clean up all the cards with one move. This was the first time they encountered a leader like him. The cavalry had such good cards, and they couldn't make any moves, leaving a group of cavalry confused. .
Old Nanfeng: "Wait a minute!"
As soon as he waited, the rebel army's main formation began to move forward.
Seeing that the fighting on the wall was fierce and that the firecrackers and grenades were no longer used, Lao Zhang Fei felt that it was almost done and he could use all his main forces.
He is not young anymore. He is not the kind of leader who will lead the gangsters to charge into formation, but a leader who likes to command from behind. When the war starts, his position is very far back. If the front is defeated, he can easily defeat him. Escape.
Only when the advantage of the battle is confirmed, he will lead his formation to press forward.
This kind of caution allowed him to survive in the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty for three years. He was defeated by the army several times and was able to escape.
But now, seeing his ruthless bandits constantly climbing over the wall, he felt that he was sure of victory, and it was time for his own formation to go up, otherwise, the people in the first formation would rob all the food, and his own troops would If the soldiers don't get much food, they will be unhappy.
"go ahead!"
A large group of thieves are pressing forward...
At this moment, Old Nanfeng perked up and said, "The cavalry battalion is ready to attack. Those two by the door, pay attention. As soon as I shout to open the door, you open the door."
The cavalry are in high spirits!
At the same time, a big boat rushed over on the river like flying.
The cannon ship is coming!
The captain is the servant of Bai Yuan in Baijiapu. He is also a good guy and has the style of the Bai family. He adjusted the bow cannon with his own hands and aimed it at Lao Zhang Fei's main formation. He laughed and said: "I learned how to shoot from my master. In this art, I am also one-sixth of a gentleman."
"Fire!"
The sailors on the ship shouted in unison.
The five cannons on the port side of the battleship, plus the bow cannon, fired simultaneously...
"Boom boom boom!"
The cannon roared.
Lao Zhang Fei's troops, who had just started to move forward with his team, immediately became the targets of artillery fire. After all, the bandits in front were already climbing the wall of the village, and the artillery did not dare to attack their own people, and Lao Zhang Fei's lineup They came up neatly from the back, and the people stood close together, so they were easy targets to bully.
The artillery shells fell into Lao Zhang Fei's main formation, smashing the bandits' flesh and blood everywhere, and the formation suddenly fell into chaos.
Old Zhang Fei was confused.
He clearly sent people to watch the warship leave and disappear on the river a few miles away before he started to attack. How did the warship come back so quickly? This shouldn't be the case! He should be back after at least a few days.
"Fuck, I fell into a trap."
Old Zhang Fei realized that the other party was playing tricks on him. The black smoke rising before the war should be a signal to call the warship back.
As soon as the ship comes back, the cannons will fire continuously, and there is also a strange gunman on the ship. He can accurately kill his bandit leaders at a distance of several hundred steps, which is really amazing.
These two things have a huge impact on morale.
Not many people were killed by the shells, but the morale was shaken far more than the number of casualties.
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