On the bank of Pengli Lake, several small boats were cruising in a lake. The men on the boat were fishing fish in the water. In the village on the hills on the shore, people were busy working.

The weather is sunny today, and many people wash the bedding and clothes at home and use them to dry them.

There are also children hanging fish under the eaves. These fish have been killed and become dried fish after being dried in the shade and can be preserved for a long time.

A faint fishy smell drifted to the small courtyard at the top of the village with the wind. Qian Wulang, the leader who was shooting an arrow, smelled it and moved his nose. Then he spread a bowstring, and the arrow from the string hit the target thirty steps away.

There was a wooden stake, a thin man tied up there, and a fruit was placed on his head. The fruit was shot by Qian Wulang and then fell to the ground.

The weather was hot, but the thin man felt a chill on his back, and his whole body was trembling with fright. There were traces in his crotch, and a strange smell spread, squeezing away the faint fishy smell.

The men standing around were all carrying weapons, and they looked contemptuous when they saw this. Qian Wulang put down his bow, rubbed his nose, looked at the man in disgust, but walked forward and asked:

"Say, what are they planning?"

"The boss, the young one really doesn't know..." The thin man answered tremblingly, Qian Wulang sneered several times, and asked again: "Why, why don't you bite the fruit in your mouth?"

The thin man was so scared that his face was pale, "No, no, the boss, I, I, I said, I said..."

"The second head, no, no, Bi Laizi and the others want to deal with the big head."

Qian Wulang showed a "very sure" expression and smiled grimly and ordered his side: "You all heard it? Bi Laizi wanted to deal with me!"

The men laughed happily: the boss was all brave and powerful, and the second boss Bi Laizi was all in a rude way. Want to make a fuss? Dream!

Qian Wulang patted the thin man's cheek and continued to ask: "So, when will they start to cause trouble?"

"The little one, I heard that they want to start a business today."

"Oh, what good did Bi Laizi promise to you? Let you poison me in the tea, huh?"

"Little man, the villain knows that he is wrong..." The thin man cried. Qian Wulang was a cruel man who killed people without blinking and often abused and killed disobedient people.

Now that it is in the hands of the other party, you cannot survive or die.

"I know you're wrong? Oh, if those who make mistakes say 'I know you're wrong', then there's nothing to do. Who else in the village will listen to me?"

"Give me your life... the boss will spare me!" The thin man was so scared that he saw Qian Wulang shaking in front of his eyes.

Qian Wulang likes to cut people alive and takes out his warm heart and drinks. He has seen it once, but he is so scared that his legs are weak.

Seeing that the temperature was almost the same, Qian Wulang slapped the other person in the face with a dagger: "Bi Laizi is going to get up today? Okay, I'll give you a chance to fix the dead..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a shout outside, and the guard guarding the arrow tower next to the yard, shouting loudly, and then starting to shoot arrows to the outside.

"Bi Laizi brought people to fight!"

With screams and wailings mixed in the shouts, Qian Wulang's face changed, and then he smiled grimly: "Good, okay! I want to see what kind of ability he has!"

After saying that, he pulled off his coat and exposed the crotch armor he was wearing.

His team also pulled off their coats, and they were all wearing crotch armor. When the thin man saw it, he was shocked: The armor is a prohibited thing, where did you get it?

Qian Wulang was not just ruthless in becoming the leader of the village. He had already found ways to get some crotch armor for himself and his troops, and was prevented by someone who learned from him, kill the former leader of the village and replace him.

"Let's go, look at that Bi Laizi. How many people are there enough for me to shoot!" Qian Wulang said that, took the bow and rushed towards the courtyard wall. Others also brought bows and arrows to the wall.

But on the path up the mountain, more than ten people rushed up with simple wooden signs, about fifty steps away from the courtyard.

Qian Wulang felt strange when he saw this. He was prepared for it and arranged for people to guard against Bi Laizi in the village. Even if the other party suddenly attacked and chopped down a few, it was impossible for him to control the village in a short time because the number of people was not superior.

Now that I suddenly attacked, why did I attack?

But since you have broken up, there is nothing to worry about.

"Look at me, one shot!"

After Qian Wulang said that, he bent his bow and arrow and aimed at one of them. He was good at shooting and could shoot two stones. Not to mention shooting within a hundred steps, it would be fine to hit the person's head.

The partisans believed in this, but heard a "whoosh" sound, and an arrow left the string and hit a person on the stairs.

The man did not fall down.

Other parts fired arrows one after another, with little effect: Bi Laizi's man used wooden signs to block the arrows and protected his body. It was difficult to hit the arrows in front.

"I'll shoot in close range!"

Qian Wulang kept ordering that he was a military clan and had fought a war. Although he was just a few minutes to make up the numbers, he was always knowledgeable and decided to let these people get close.

As they approached, the wooden sign could not block the side. The archers on the left and right arrow towers could shoot the flanks of these people, leaving them unable to resist.

Then, melee combat defeated it.

Last year, An Cheng and Liu Jinggong rebelled and soon failed, but a large amount of weapons were lost, so Qian Wulang had the ability to get some armor and prepare it for himself and his troops.

Therefore, Qian Wulang was confident in his own strength. There were only fifteen or sixteen people rushing up. There were more than twenty people on his side, each wearing armor, and had a great advantage over the chopping.

"Master, they are here!"

The troupe reminded him that Qian Wulang looked out, and sure enough, these people approached the gate of the courtyard, less than twenty steps away.

"Shoot the arrows and shoot them to death!"

At the order of Qian Wulang, the troops waiting behind the courtyard wall and the people on the arrow tower aimed at the crowd outside the courtyard and shot arrows.

But I heard a few screams. The people on the arrow tower were shot and fell down, while many of the people behind the courtyard wall were shot and arrows were shot in the back.

Qian Wulang turned his head and saw that someone was coming from behind, and there was a cliff there, which was difficult for ordinary people to climb up.

"Fight!" Qian Wulang howled, bent his bow and arrow, aiming at the uninvited guest who was attacking. He was about to put on the bowstring, but an arrow shot into the door.

Dead on the spot.

Zheng Yuan, who was hit by an arrow, wore an iron face and an iron mesh head hood, rushed towards the panicked opponent with his partner, shooting arrows while rushing, shooting down three people one after another, all shooting on his face.

He charged on foot, relied on his armor and did not avoid arrows, and then approached the enemy, and shot his strong bow at less than twenty steps, specifically shooting his face. This is his and his friends' specialty.

This kind of fighting style is very practical when encountering the forests of Quenan Mountains.

With a "swoosh", the stray arrow shot Zheng Yuan's shoulder, but suddenly turned around and fell to the ground. The arrow shot through Zheng Yuan's clothes on his shoulder, but failed to shoot.

At the break, there was a silver-white cloth exposed, but it was a brand new riveted ring lock armor.

Qian Wuro's troops, who were attacked from behind, soon suffered most of the casualties. Seeing the uninvited guest, they were extremely powerful, the survivors were so scared that they knelt down and begged for mercy.

The gate of the yard was knocked open, and Bi Laizi, who looked surprised and suspicious, rushed in with his subordinates. Seeing that the yard had been cleaned up by the "heroes" and was overjoyed.

"Where is Qian Wulang? Where is he?" Bi Laizi asked a man begging for mercy, and then saw Qian Wulang being shot in front of him and died with his eyes closed.

"Haha, you have today too!"

Bi Laizi smiled and kept kicking Qian Wulang's body with his feet. This man was his nightmare. Now that he woke up from his dream, he no longer had to be afraid.

"You have been doing the position of the village leader for too long, it's my turn!"

Zheng Yuan took off the iron surface and came to Bi Laizi's side. He looked around and saw that the dust settled, and asked the other party: "It's not the time to be happy now."

Bi Laizi was stunned when he heard the name "Big Master", because the other party had called him "Big Master" before, and then came to his senses, and was happy in his heart, asking with both joy and fear:

"I wonder what kind of advice does the hero have?"

"The boss, you should quickly remove Qian Wuro's people, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

"Yes, yes, yes," Bi Laizi came to his senses, but was a little confused and asked, "I don't know what Bi should do to grasp the situation as soon as possible?"

"Simple, kill all the confidants, gather the remaining entourages, and five teams..." Zheng Yuan said, his tone became cold: "Then, draw five and let the remaining four kill the ones out."

"If you don't kill, then kill all five!"

"Ah? This..." Bi Laizi felt that this was too cruel, but seeing the sharp eyes of the other party's eyes, he felt a chill on his back and nodded involuntarily: "Okay, okay..."

This man, along with several other heroes, was a tough guy sent by "Yan Langjun" to help him seize the throne. Since he wanted to seize the throne and succeed, he had to maintain the village next, so he had to follow the arrangements of "Yan Langjun".

"Since that's the case, I'll let them do it right away!"

"The boss, please ask someone to cut off Qian Wulang's head and carry it down for those people to see, otherwise you will not be convinced. After that, the head of the person will belong to me, don't forget it."

"Yes, yes, uh, I wonder when Yan Langjun's money and food will be delivered?"

"Don't worry, the boss will arrive tomorrow." Zheng Yuan said lightly, looking at the bloody eyes in front of him, looking at the village surrounded by water on three sides and backing on the other side, he remembered the mountains and rivers of Que Nan.

Wherever it is, it is the prey of the weak, and here is no exception.
Chapter completed!