"Tell the pavilion chief that they seem to be fighting for water." Hu Bo looked at it and was a little surprised.
Huang Dong's expression changed, and he quickly covered his ears with his right hand and listened carefully.
An inspector named Huang Wei stretched out his ears to listen and nodded: "Tell the director of the pavilion that they are just fighting for water."
"Yes, we are fighting for water." Huang Dong's expression changed drastically. He turned over and mounted his horse regardless of the severe pain in his thigh.
Several patrol inspectors also hurriedly mounted their horses and ran forward.
Xie Wu was the guardian of Xiejiazhuang. He held a wooden stick in his hand and pushed menacingly towards a villager in Zhangjiazhuang.
The villager was trying to reason with the other person, but he didn't expect the other person to reach out and push him. Of course, he leaned back and fell down.
A villager named Zhang Sanlang from Zhangjia Village nearby was furious: "I'm beating someone, I'm beating someone."
After saying that, he swung the wooden stick in his hand fiercely.
Xie Wu had no time to dodge, so he grunted and endured the heavy blow. He wanted to turn around, but it was too late.
Xie Qiang, the guardian beside him, shouted and waved his wooden stick at Zhang Sanlang.
Zhang Sanlang screamed, and regardless of how painful the pain was, he still waved the wooden stick in his hand towards the other Xie Wu.
Not only that, another villager named Zhang Silang also waved his wooden stick at Xie Wu.
Xie Wu could not turn around at this time, so he had to fight with Zhang Silang's villagers, making a banging sound.
After all, Xie Wu is a guardian, and his fighting skills are still superior to Zhang Silang's.
After he hit him more than a dozen times, Zhang Silang screamed and finally fell down.
Zhang Wulang was so stunned that he waved his stick and rushed forward regardless.
He is an ordinary villager, completely disorganized, but courageous.
The two fought for more than a dozen times before Zhang Wulang also fell.
Zhang Liulang's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Xie Wu while waving his stick.
Bang bang, bang bang, the two of them fought for a few times, Xie Wu could no longer hold on and fell down with a scream.
Xiejiacun soon gained the upper hand, and they sent out twenty nursing homes.
These guards were all highly skilled in martial arts, and most of those who fell were villagers from Zhangjiazhuang.
But the villagers in Zhangjiazhuang were all very brave. The front fell down, and the people behind them rushed over.
Seeing that they had the upper hand, people on this side of Xiejiacun shouted: "We will defeat these turtles today so that they will never dare to come here again."
"Conquer these turtles, defeat these turtles." Hundreds of villagers in Xiejia Village behind them also waved wooden sticks and rushed towards the villagers in Zhangjia Village while waving wooden sticks.
The villagers in Xiejia Village did not dare to step forward at first. After seeing that Hu Yuan had the upper hand, they shouted and rushed towards the river, hoping to take advantage.
Bang bang, bang bang, Zhangjiazhuang villagers suddenly appeared on both sides, numbering in the hundreds.
They waved the wooden sticks in their hands and shouted loudly: "Down with the turtle grandson, down with the turtle grandson."
The villagers in Zhangjiazhuang were not to be outdone verbally. They called Guizi here, and they immediately fought back.
Bang bang, bang bang, there was the sound of wooden sticks hitting one side.
Ah, ah, ah, people screamed while being hit.
Most of the villagers who fell just now were from Zhangjiazhuang, and now most of them were from Xiejiazhuang.
The villagers of Zhangjiazhuang were no match for Xiejiazhuang in protecting the hospital, but they had the upper hand against the villagers of Xiejiazhuang.
Xiejiazhuang has more fields but less soil, and the rice planting rate is high. As long as there is no natural disaster, there will be a bumper harvest almost every year.
As long as people in Xiejiazhuang are not lazy, they have almost no problem with food and clothing.
They live in peace and contentment and don't like fights, so fighting is not their strong point.
Zhangjiazhuang is just the opposite, with more soil and less fields. They plant crops and hunt at the same time, and their characters are rough and tough.
The two Zhuangzi are not far apart, only separated by a river, one is to the east of the river, and the other is to the west of the river.
Xiejiazhuang is uniquely blessed with more than 5,000 acres of fertile land.
There are only a few small hills in Pingba, and there are only large hills in the distance.
There are less than 2,000 acres of fertile farmland in Zhangjiazhuang, and it intersects with the hills, so the conditions are relatively harsh.
A good harvest in Xiejiazhuang is based on sufficient river water. Fights often occur between two villagers fighting for water.
If it were purely a fight, Zhangjiazhuang would definitely have the upper hand, and he would often be beaten to the point of running away with his head in his arms.
Xie Jiazhuang can't beat him in a fight, but he has his own methods.
They raised dozens of thugs to make up for their lack of strength.
In this fight for river water, the villagers of Xiejiazhuang did not participate in the battle at first, but the guardian thugs rushed to the front.
Seeing that the nursing home thugs had the upper hand, their morale was boosted and they wanted to step forward to take advantage.
Unexpectedly, Zhangjiazhuang set up an ambush midway and caught them off guard. The losses were even heavier than Zhangjiazhuang's.
Xie Dewen, the patriarch of Xiejiazhuang, did not participate in the battle, but wore a robe and watched the battle from a distance.
Xie Dewen is very handsome and fair-skinned, but his eyes are not big.
He was about fifty, with a lot of wrinkles on his face and a lot of gray hair on his head.
He has three long beards, which makes him look extraordinary.
He didn't speak, but watched and thought about something.
I was happy for a while just now, but I didn't expect to be repaired by my old opponent again, and I was so gloomy that I could drip.
Next to Xie Dewen was a thin man, also wearing a green robe, who was about in his early forties.
He has yellow skin, two rat-like whiskers, and small eyes. He looks a bit like a mouse.
This person is none other than Xie Deshu, the deputy patriarch of Xiejiazhuang.
His eyes kept moving, looking very cunning.
Xie Deshu rolled his eyes a few times, his face was livid, and he said anxiously to Xie Dewen: "Chief, Zhangjiazhuang has invested more manpower here. We can't support it here anymore, so let's let the nursing home come in."
"Okay, it looks like the guards will still have to take action in the fight." He sighed and nodded, "But don't kill anyone."
Xie Deshu was overjoyed. He had already had this idea.
But he was only a deputy chief and had to seek approval from the chief.
Xie Deshu's face flashed and he waved to the back: "It doesn't matter if you hit him or break his limbs, as long as no one is killed."
Fifty people flashed out from behind. These people were not wearing short brown clothes, but were wearing black arrow uniforms.
They wielded wooden sticks and, led by a man named Xie Zhuang, charged desperately while waving them.
"Break the hands and feet of such a bastard, break the hands and feet of these bastards." Xie Zhuang shouted while running as hard as he could.
The nursing home from Xiejiazhuang rushed over, and the situation suddenly reversed.
Zhangjiazhuang fought out halfway. They had the upper hand at first, but now they are gradually falling into the disadvantage. Villagers from Zhangjiazhuang kept falling down amidst screams.
Here in Zhangjiazhuang, there is a man who is not very tall, but very imposing.
This man is about forty years old, with a thick build and a pair of bright eyes.
He is a little thin, with a slender face and fair skin, but full of perseverance.
This person was none other than Zhang Hebin, the patriarch of Zhangjiazhuang, and he was holding a wooden stick in his hand.
Next to him stood a somewhat imaginary man, equally strong and powerful.
He was about forty years old, and he also had a wooden stick in his hand. He was Zhang Heqi, Zhang Hebin's brother.
Although his name is Harmony, in fact he has nothing to do with Harmony and has an extremely rough temper.
He waved the wooden stick in his hand and paused on the ground, making a banging sound.
Zhang Heqi's face turned red, his eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Dalang, all the thugs from Xiejiazhuang are out. If we don't take action, all of our people will fall."
"Go over and knock down these idiots." Zhang Hebin no longer hesitated at this time, raised his wooden stick in his hand, and shouted loudly.
After speaking, Zhang Hebin waved his wooden stick and rushed forward.
Zhang Heqi's face was shining red and full of excitement.
Zhang Heqi turned around and waved to the people behind him: "Go over and defeat these idiots."
After saying that, he followed Zhang Hebin closely, shouting and charging.
There are also nursing homes in Zhangjiazhuang, but there are not many of them, only twenty.
The rest are Zhangjiazhuang villagers, about two hundred in number.
Precisely because there were not many guards, as the clan leader, he took the lead in charging with a wooden stick.
Seeing the clan leader charging in person, the villagers in Zhangjiazhuang were greatly boosted in morale and followed closely behind.
Not to be outdone, the nursing staff ran to the front, almost keeping pace with Zhang Hebin.
"Down with these idiots." They all shouted desperately, their morale was extremely high.
The guards from Xiejiazhuang had already defeated the villagers from Zhangjiazhuang. They also waved the wooden sticks in their hands and rushed towards Zhang Hebin and the others.
The people in Zhangjiazhuang were wearing brown short clothes and making brown waves.
Xie Jiazhuang was wearing a black archery uniform, and his momentum had the upper hand, like a black wave rolling towards the brown turbid waves.
The two waves soon collided together, making roaring sounds and waving sticks in their hands. People kept screaming and falling down.
Xie Zhuangnai is the head of the nursing home in Xiejiazhuang, and his target is Zhang Hebin.
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Xie Zhuang is not only strong, but also tall, almost a head taller than Zhang Hebin.
A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he hit Zhang Hebin fiercely.
At this time, his height advantage suddenly came into play, and he waved the wooden stick condescendingly and hit Zhang Hebin on the arm.
As long as Zhang Hebin's arm is broken, Zhang Hebin will lose the ability to resist.
Xie Zhuang shouted while waving the wooden stick. In his eyes, although Zhang Hebin was not dead, he was almost as good as dead.
Zhang Hebin already knew Xie Zhuang's thoughts and shouted.
He did not parry, but swiped hard at Xie Zhuang's waist, using a move that would hurt both sides.
Zhang Hebin was obviously at a disadvantage due to his height, so naturally he didn't dare to fight head-on.
Xie Zhuang's expression changed when he saw Zhang Hebin ignoring his own casualties.
He had no choice but to turn the stick, and the stick in his hand collided head-on with the opponent, making constant banging sounds.
Although Xie Zhuang was forced to defend, he didn't care.
He obviously has the advantage of height and can save a lot of energy.
As time goes by, he believes that he will eventually win due to his height.
Thinking of this, he calmed down, waved the wooden stick, and clashed head-on with the opponent's wooden stick.
Seeing that the other party did not dare to fight with him, Zhang Hebin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But the opponent has the height advantage after all, so even if the two sticks hit each other, they still have to save some energy.
But he was just the opposite. He still had to hold up the stick, and he would suffer more or less.
Zhang Hebin went head-to-head with Xie Zhuang wholeheartedly and did not dare to be distracted.
But his brother Zhang Heqi looked around while fighting.
It was okay if he didn't look at it, but his heart immediately sank when he looked at it.
Although everyone in Zhangjiazhuang is brave, they are not thugs, and their skills are obviously not as good as their opponents.
People on both sides fell, but most of the people who fell were villagers from Zhangjiazhuang.
Even among the twenty nursing homes, a few fell down.
Seeing this, Zhang Heqi was stunned, and his hands and feet slowed down unconsciously.
His opponent was overjoyed to see Zhang Heqi looking around.
Zhang Heqi's opponent was a deputy leader named Xie Yong, whose abilities were only inferior to Xie Zhuang's.
The two were originally evenly matched, but when he saw Zhang Heqi slacking off, he swiped the wooden stick in his hand towards Zhang Heqi's arm.
He had already used all his strength at this time. As long as he was hit, Zhang Heqi's arm would be broken.
Zhang Heqi hasn't noticed this yet, his eyes are still on the villagers.
