As the war horses neighed, Zhan Qingyue rushed forward in an instant.
"Where did you come from, a wild girl who doesn't know your own abilities? You want to stop so many of us on your own?"
The leading soldier tightened his reins and mocked disdainfully.
The soldiers behind him also laughed.
He grasped the moon without changing its color, and brandished his sword directly at the man on horseback.
"Retreat quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
As soon as the words came out, the other party smiled even more happily.
"Hahaha, how do you want to be rude?"
The leader's smile faded, and he struck at Zhan Qingyue with his sword.
"Yueyue!"
Han Yiyun watched the coldly shining knife slashing down, his heart was in his throat, and he hurriedly rushed over to resist the stray soldiers together.
When the soldiers saw that the leaders had taken action, they no longer hesitated and slashed at the unarmed civilians with their swords.
After a brief panic, the people in the entire camp immediately and orderly protected the women, children and the elderly in the middle, and the young men rushed forward with hatchets.
Not to be outdone, some young men raised wooden sticks and followed the adults to sneak attack.
The whole camp was in chaos, with flames shooting into the sky, and shouts, calls for help, and curses could be heard all the time.
There were very few people in the team who knew kung fu. Three or five people were defeated by one soldier.
After all, these soldiers were educated and veterans. How could a group of unarmed civilians be their opponents?
After a while, both Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun were injured.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Old Man Zhan hurriedly ran to the thin horse of the leading soldier and knelt down.
"S-Sir, please don't kill me. I know whose family has the most food and money."
Old Man Zhan glanced at the leading soldier with fear, and saw that he had a dark face, disapproval, and even a faint sign of anger.
He kowtowed repeatedly: "Sir, Zhan Qingyue's family has the most food in the entire team, and their family is the richest. Please let me go, I'm just a lonely old man."
The man on the horse, watching the battle coldly, raised his knife with a grin.
"A person like you who betrays your companions will be a disaster if you stay. How about I send you to hell?"
Wherever the old man could resist, he saw a flash of cold light and a chill on his neck.
Reluctantly, he stretched out his hand to cover his neck, and blood suddenly flowed out. Before he could shout out "Help", he went to the west.
Zhan Lao Er and Zhan Lao San, who had been hiding among the women and children, were killed after just saying a few words to their biological father. They were even more frightened.
"Third brother, let's go. There are few people over there. Let's escape into the woods."
Zhan Lao Er lowered his voice, dragged Zhan Lao San, who was trembling with fear, and ran towards a place with few people.
Seeing everyone fall down injured one by one, they are gradually losing to the soldiers.
Zhan Qingyue was filled with grief and anger. However, she and Han Yiyun were so weak that they could not fight one against ten, not to mention they had to be distracted to protect the villagers around them.
She thought calmly, taking advantage of the gap between killing a soldier, with a change of thought, she flashed into the space and quickly exchanged the blood-sealing poisonous needle and crossbow.
The crossbow is a small crossbow. The poison needle is paired with the small crossbow. It can not only pop out the poison needle to hurt people in the blink of an eye, but also attack at a long distance without being noticed.
Sanliang Hemi figured out how to use the small crossbow, and when no one was paying attention, she shot down the leading man on the thin horse first.
As the saying goes, to capture the thief first capture the king.
When the soldiers found out that their boss had been killed, they all began to panic, and their neat formations and moves became messy.
"Folks, their leader has been killed by me. Let's work together to take down these bastards!"
Zhan Qingyue shouted hysterically to boost everyone's morale.
I saw that everyone no longer felt the sense of defeat just now, and united as one, surrounding a soldier in twos and threes, like a trapped beast.
Zhan Qingyue found the right opportunity and fired crossbow arrows from time to time to help.
But with a cup of tea, the situation was suddenly reversed and he gained the upper hand.
Everyone was merciless and used hatchets, knives and sticks in perfect harmony.
After a while, many soldiers in the entire camp had been killed or injured, and the remaining few were still resisting stubbornly.
Zhan Qingyue deliberately left someone alive to question, and shouted directly at the men who were resisting back to back: "Your companions have fallen. Surrender quickly. Maybe if we are happy, we can spare your lives."
A few soldiers glanced around with a sullen expression, only to realize that only a few of them were left in a large group of people.
Everyone's face showed solemnity, and one of the men glanced at everyone coldly and chuckled.
"They are just a group of refugees who cannot stand up to the stage. The winners are kings and the losers are bandits. Anyone who wants to kill or behead them is at your mercy."
Zhan Qingyue curled her lips and said mockingly: "It's like living or dying at every turn. Your parents are still waiting for you to go home. You are all deserters. Why don't you just disband and return to the field and live a good life?"
While talking, Han Yiyun immediately led someone forward and knocked off their weapons while the others were distracted.
A bundle of hemp rope tied them to a big tree nearby like tying prey.
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Those who were injured were busy treating their injuries, and those who were not injured began to clean the battlefield.
Zhan Qingyue slowly squatted in front of a few soldiers and sighed helplessly.
"Brothers, why are you doing this?"
Several men couldn't let go of their arrogance for a while, so they turned away and ignored her.
Zhan Qingyue raised her eyebrows and lowered her face: "Tell me, why did you guys become deserters? You don't treat us well in the military camp, and you even rob us refugees of food."
Several people raised their eyes and rolled their eyes at her. Seeing that she had no ill intentions, they lowered their heads unwillingly and began to chatter.
At the same time, the favorability value in Zhan Qingyue's space also increased a lot.
It turns out that when everyone left their hometown, there was already a turmoil and undercurrents in the court. Now that the late emperor has passed away, uncles and nephews are vying for the throne. All the vassal kings are thinking about becoming kings and pouring into the capital one after another.
And the border is in crisis at this time, and there are really internal and external troubles.
Han Yiyun's face became darker and darker when he heard about the situation outside. He could even shed tears.
After Zhan Qingyue finished asking, Han Yiyun said: "Yueyue, the current internal and external troubles are not a good sign!"
"Not to mention foreign enemies, all the vassal kings need men and horses if they want to become kings. If our group meets them, they will be a bunch of strong men."
Zhan Qingyue could not understand the underlying meaning of his words, and her face immediately fell.
"We can't rush any longer. We have to find a place to stay in a nearby village as soon as possible to avoid the limelight."
The two made up their mind and immediately called everyone together to discuss, and finally decided to go to the county in front to find a place to stay.
