Yang Fan put his eyes close to the small hole and looked inside.
I saw a bright and sharp object coming towards my eyeball at high speed.
A sense of imminent danger made his whole body tingle.
An electric current rushed through his back, and the hairs all over his body stood up like a cat with exploded fur.
In the flash of calcium carbide, the professional survival skills honed by long-term dangerous work came into play, and Yang Fan fell backwards without thinking.
At the same time, a long knife pierced the window and rushed out like lightning with a murderous intent.
Amidst the flying wood chips, an arm wearing a cloth armor came out of the window.
Yang Fan, who leaned back, saw the bright sword light piercing his head like a sword.
If he hadn't reacted quickly and leaned back quickly, the knife would have penetrated his right eye by now.
With a snap, the yellow safety helmet on Yang Fan's head and the tip of the knife collided, and the huge force caused the safety helmet to deform sharply.
Fortunately, the safety helmet blocked the tip of the knife from being pierced. The smooth arc caused the downward arc of the knife head to slip directly under the force, thereby changing the direction. The long knife directly changed the angle upward to 45 Draw upward at an angle.
The huge impact almost sprained Yang Fan's neck.
When the knife moved upward, the blade sank downwards, grazing the tip of Yang Fan's nose diagonally. Yang Fan's heart almost jumped out of his chest. The sharp blade was applied, and the skin on the tip of the nose was numb.
At this moment, Yang Fan wanted to pull the foreman, who had greeted the women in the family countless times, over for a kiss. This helmet was so conscientious.
Although he was wearing a yellow safety helmet used by the lowest-level workers, because the work he was engaged in was very dangerous, the foreman did not give him the kind of deceptive safety helmet that looked like it would break into pieces when chewed. But a safety helmet that truly meets standards.
A qualified safety helmet can withstand the impact of a ten-kilogram iron block at a height of one meter and the impact of a three-kilogram iron cone. The design principle comes from a bird with an extremely hard skull.
It was this qualified safety helmet that blocked and deflected the fatal blow. Only then did Yang Fan realize that movies were all lies. It was dark inside the room and bright outside. He looked at the window and saw a dark shadow appear on the window paper. No matter how stupid the people inside are, they will never fail to discover it.
There was a sound of teeth grinding, and the helmet that blocked the stabbing of the knife was cut open when the long knife tilted and slid upward.
Yang Fan fell to the ground on his back, his physique tempered by long-term hard work and his quick reaction ability developed from three years of walking on the edge of danger.
Three horses indicate that there are three people in the house, three cavalrymen of this era.
Manchurian.
Manchurian Tatars fighting wild beasts in the mountains and forests to survive.
At this time, the window was broken, the window lattice shattered, and sprayed out. A knife-wielding arm wearing armor came out through the window.
Yang Fan knew very well that the key to a group fight was to focus on the leader and beat him to death. If ten of his fingers were injured, it would be better to cut off one of them. Solving one first will increase your chances of survival.
Before the man even landed, his right hand had already grabbed the handle of the flail behind his back and slammed it against the window.
With a bang, Yang Fan's back hit the ground hard, followed by another crash, and the flail's hammer slammed in from the shattered window lattice.
The dull sound was like a shock, and among the flying pieces of wood and window paper, a piece of blood mist spurted out, and the pieces of wood and window paper that flew out behind were stained with red and white.
This blow was really hard, hitting the front door, and the hammer weighing twenty kilograms directly smashed the face into pieces.
The Tartar's head shattered and splattered like a watermelon.
Due to the excessive force, the flail flew out of his hand and flew into the house.
Three people in the room were talking just now, when they suddenly saw a dark shadow appear on the window, a middle-aged man about forty years old, signaling to be silent. He gestured with his hands and asked another twenty-year-old young man and a man dressed as a slave without armor to pick up the knife and quietly walk towards the door. The two of them stood still on either side of the door.
The old man roared, and stabbed the peeping eyes with his long knife. The other two people were preparing to rush out one person, and the other to cover inside the door, and then rush out again depending on the situation.
Because the situation outside is unknown, I don’t know how many people are coming outside.
If Yang Fan knew about military affairs, he would be surprised at how high the military quality of these people, who were scornfully called "Jiu slaves" by the people of the Ming Dynasty, was. If a swarm of swarms rush out and there are bows and arrows outside, all of them will be knocked down in one intensive shot.
"Ama!" A roar of shock and anger came.
The young man's eyes turned red instantly and he rushed out of the door.
Yang Fan flailed away his hand and screamed inwardly that it was bad. If the two people inside rush out, they will be finished. I can't beat these professional fighting warriors.
In the light of the calcium carbide fire, he suddenly got wise and grabbed the long handle of the long knife that the old Tatar had let go. Yi Gulu stood up and squatted. Holding the knife in his hand, he slashed at the Tatar who rushed out of the door.
Unfortunately, it was a step too late. Tatar had already rushed out, and the long knife fell on Tatar's back. Yang Fan reacted very quickly, taking advantage of the situation and slashing the tendon of Tatar's back heel without armor.
"Ah" screamed, and the veins in his right hamstring were instantly severed. The young Tatar knelt on the ground, holding his right foot and screaming.
The Bao Yi who rushed out from behind was tripped and fell on the young Tatar's back.
Baoyi has no armor, just a cloth. His main task is to serve the master and his son, and is also responsible for feeding the horses, cooking, etc.
Yang Fan knew that the opportunity was too late to miss. He stared at the two people stacked on the ground with stern eyes. He grabbed the long knife with both hands and stabbed it downwards.
Yang Fan is in an excited state, and people can often unleash their greatest potential in emergencies. Moreover, Yang Fan was at his best physically in his life, and his body became extremely strong through heavy labor.
With a pop, the long knife pierced the bodies of the two of them like cutting tofu. The young Tatar was wearing cloth armor, and the braided armor could not block the long knife. The one-meter-long blade directly penetrated the bodies of the two men and penetrated into the ground until the guard of the knife got stuck on the back of the coat.
The two people were nailed to the ground. For a moment, they screamed, their limbs twitched and struggled, and blood foam poured out of their mouths.
Yang Fandeng took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.
Waves of fear came over me, my whole body was sore and weak, and I couldn't move.
Yang Fan himself didn't know how he did it.
After a long time, he calmed down his racing heart and stood up slowly. The muscles in his arms were a little strained, and he slowly walked in front of the two of them.
The two of them were already dying, and a large amount of blood foam was still flowing out of their mouths. The long knife pierced the lungs, and the blood poured into the lung cavities, directly suffocating their breathing. The medical conditions of this era were hopeless.
The young Tatar stared at Yang Fan, mumbling, opening and closing his mouth, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth every time, and he slowly stopped moving.
Yang Fan pulled out the knife.
Kick the wrapping away with one kick.
Don't stay here for long. Who knows if these Tatars have any accomplices going out? If they come back, they will be blocked and it will be over.
Yang Fan searched the luggage of these three people and found some broken silver. He weighed it with his hands and estimated that it weighed five to six hundred grams. In this era, one pound was sixteen taels, probably less than twenty taels.
I don’t know when I can go back, but this money will be of great use.
Yang Fan touched his chin and thought about it. He felt that these two sets of armor were real antiques. If he took them back, they would probably be worth a lot of money. After all, complete sets of ancient armors were not common.
I was thinking about how to take off this thing, when suddenly a child's scream came from next to me.
