After succeeding, Zhao Lei did not stop. He picked up a few firewood that was burning in the earthen stove.
While dodging the pursuers behind them, they ran towards the carriage where they stored the goods.
The people at the back obviously discovered Zhao Lei's purpose and shouted to the people in front of Zhao Lei to stop Zhao Lei.
Zhao Lei realized that his purpose had been guessed, so he did not give up and continued to run ahead.
Instead, he turned around and ran back to the tent where he met the black-faced man before, and then threw one of the firewood in.
Behind Zhao Lei, the dark-faced man who was about to catch up immediately became so nervous when he saw the torch being thrown in that even Zhao Lei didn't care about it. He jumped in and caught the torch in the air.
After receiving the torch, the black-faced man was furious. He ran out of the tent with the torch in his hand and threw the torch directly at Zhao Lei.
Facing the angry attack from the black-faced man, Zhao Lei dodged directly, then turned around and stuffed the firewood in his hand into the tent next to him.
Seeing this scene, the black-faced man shouted angrily at the surrounding guards:
"Why are you just standing there, why don't I kill this little brat!"
At this time, the black-faced man was already murderous, and Zhao Lei had obviously touched his reverse scale.
After hearing the black-faced man's instructions, the surrounding guards did not dare to neglect, picked up their weapons and chased after him.
Facing more and more chasing soldiers around him, Zhao Lei has been forced into a desperate situation.
At this time, Zhao Lei also aroused the courage in his heart. He glanced sideways, taking in all the people around him, and then fled to the left.
At this time, the guards on Zhao Lei's left gathered together, trying to stop Zhao Lei.
Then Zhao Lei changed direction and fled to the right. Now the person chasing him on the right was less than a foot away from him. Now he changed direction and caught him off guard.
When the person behind him didn't react, Zhao Lei kicked him out.
Then Zhao Lei followed closely and stepped on the hand holding the knife. The guard screamed and let go of the knife in his hand.
Zhao Lei picked up the knife on the ground and slashed the guard's thigh with his backhand.
Blood immediately poured out. Zhao Lei did not want his life, but wanted to use the wounded to drag down one or two people behind him as much as possible.
Zhao Lei, who is holding a big sword, is obviously more courageous. The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road.
Zhao Lei couldn't lose. If he lost, he would die. He had nothing left but this life.
Zhao Lei used his hand to block the knife slashed by the guard in front of him, then kicked the guard firmly in the lower body, and then slashed him to the ground with a backhand knife.
While Zhao Lei was still recovering his strength, the two guards beside him rushed directly in front of Zhao Lei with knives and slashed at his neck.
Facing the crisis at this time, Zhao Lei raised his left hand and tried to block one of the people's swords. He could still distinguish between a hand and a life.
But when another person slashed at him with a knife, he did not resist, but directly slashed at his neck.
Facing Zhao Lei's life-threatening fighting style, the other guard obviously didn't want to die with him. He retracted his knife and blocked Zhao Lei's attack.
As the guard blocked Zhao Lei's long knife, Zhao Lei's urgent need was indeed solved.
But his left arm was actually chopped by another guard, and a long wound appeared on Zhao Lei's arm.
Blood gushes out from it desperately, flowing down his arm and soaking all his clothes.
But Zhao Lei seemed to feel no pain, and he didn't pay attention to the injury on his arm.
Zhao Lei took a step forward, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the guard's long knife with his left hand. With a backhand move, the tip of the knife swiped across his neck, and blood spurted onto Zhao Lei's face.
The guard felt a chill on his neck, and then a hot stream spurted out.
The hot stream sprayed all over his face and clothes, and next thing he knew what it was.
He frantically pressed the wound with both hands, but it was of no avail. He made a grunting sound and fell to the ground weakly.
Zhao Lei wiped his face casually, feeling nothing at all, and then like a mad dog, he slashed at the necks of the guards one after another.
The guards in front of Zhao Lei looked at the blood on his face, their scary eyes, and they all showed timid expressions.
While resisting Zhao Lei's attack, they shrank back, not wanting to stand in front.
At first, Zhao Lei had the advantage by surprise, otherwise he would definitely not be the opponent of these guards, but now he relies on his life-threatening fighting skills to make those guards afraid.
The idea of a large number of the guards is very simple. This caravan does not belong to them, and it is not in a desperate situation. They just want to stop a little thief who has sneaked into the camp. No one wants to risk their lives.
But after all, they are still the guards of the caravan, so they will stop them, but they don't have to be careful. Only they know this.
Of course, not everyone is like this. Zhao Lei was blocked by these guards for a moment, and the black-faced man behind him had already caught up with him.
He really wanted Zhao Lei's life after he snatched the long knife from one of the guards.
Finding the right moment, when Zhao Lei wasn't paying attention, he jumped out from behind him and slashed his back with a knife. All the flesh and blood on Zhao Lei's back turned over.
At this critical moment, Zhao Lei rushed forward fiercely, drew an arc with his long knife, and then jumped directly into the group of guards in front.
Zhao Lei wanted to take advantage of the crowd, so that the dark-faced man behind him would be wary and somewhat restrained.
And this move is also very practical. The black-faced man looked at the guards in front of him. Although he wanted to chop them with a knife, he couldn't do it.
Because as long as he dares to attack, he will not be able to stay in this caravan any longer. No matter how senior he is in this caravan, it will not be of any use, because no one will like a leader who kills innocent people indiscriminately.
At this point, Zhao Lei was slightly relieved. Although the pressure was not low now, and he would be hacked to death if he didn't pay attention, he still had a chance to survive without having to face the black-faced man.
Zhao Lei now is completely opposite to before. He rushes wherever there are crowds.
The black-faced man looked at Zhao Lei and almost left the camp, but the people in front could only help him.
The black-faced man held back a ball of fire in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Then he seemed to have made some decision, kicked away the guard blocking the way, and shouted loudly:
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!"
The voice of the black-faced man was very strong, like thunder on the ground. The guards also noticed the scene at this time and dispersed one after another, leaving ample space for the black-faced man.
These guards were just temporarily scared out of their wits by Zhao Lei, so they were disorganized and looked like a mess.
But now the black-faced man roared and woke them up.
They are also lickers of blood and are not just a bunch of people.
When they saw that they were lagging behind, they dispersed one after another just as the black-faced man said.
