OBS Chapter 342 Chaotic Night
Chapter 342 Chaotic Night
Zhou Guo slowly raised his left hand, and when they were near the middle of the road, he fiercely pulled it downwards, "Let go!"
Big rocks were thrown out one after another. The icy road was slippery. The Hu people panicked for a while but then calmed down. They were all veterans and had encountered all kinds of situations on the battlefield. There was nothing to be afraid of with such a small thing.
He moved forward and dodged at the same time, and only three or four people were hit by a large pile of stones.
Then, bundles of dry firewood and hay filled with lamp oil and lit were thrown out like meteors.
Fire was much more terrifying than stone, and it was covered with lamp oil. The other side was in chaos for a while, with shouts, roars, and the sound of horses neighing.
The heart-wrenching screams of people and horses who were caught unprepared by the fire made one's back chilled in the dark night.
The timid ones couldn't help but shrink their heads.
There was a pile of big rocks at Zhou Guo's feet. He looked at the man and picked up a stone as big as a washbasin and threw it out. This stone was more powerful than the other stones and so big. The others were at most as big as a head, but this one was much bigger than a head.
It hit the person's head with a bang, and blood splattered everywhere.
The Hu people roared and chattered, then retreated in an orderly manner.
Zhou Guo felt something was wrong and immediately shouted, "Get down, don't show your head."
The next moment, arrows shot over like meteors, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air came, whizzing in her ears.
However, due to poor visibility and the fact that they hid behind trees and rocks, there were no casualties.
Zhou Guo looked up at the opposite side and frowned. If he let them attack like this, they would be able to get over here in no time.
Zhou Xing held a crossbow in his hand and shot an arrow from time to time. After shooting seven or eight arrows, one of them hit someone.
The old man hid on a big tree, holding a handful of pebbles in his hand. He gathered his internal strength and threw them out. With a whoosh, they hit the horse's legs. The horse's legs knelt forward, and the person on the horse was in trouble.
Zhou Guo's eyes lit up. Although others couldn't throw the ball over such a long distance, she could.
But the arrows were too dense, and the Hu people were cunning. They shot arrows while advancing, and they would be over in a short while.
She seized an opportunity, picked up a small bucket beside her, and rolled it to the side, and a small bucket of round soybeans were scattered out.
In an instant, the ice surface was covered with a dense layer of soybeans.
The Hu people fell to the ground, and most of the arrows were lost.
Seeing this, the Hu people behind them rode their horses and jumped over, stepping on the corpses of their companions.
"Get back!"
The villagers stood up and ran back desperately.
Zhou Guo hurriedly shouted, "Bend down, bend down, and run on the ground."
When they were running, they forgot to bend down, and several of them were hit by arrows. Fortunately, it was dark at night and they could not see clearly, and they were far away from each other, so there were not many casualties.
As they retreated, the remaining Hu people came over on horseback.
Just after passing the cobblestone road, the person running forward heard a familiar voice coming from behind. Looking back, he saw a big pit suddenly appeared at the end of the cobblestone road, and seven or eight unsuspecting Hu people fell into it.
There were also sharpened wooden sticks inserted in the pit, which were covered with ice. When people fell in, the sticks pierced through their flesh and screams rang out.
After all this, only seventeen or eighteen of the thirty or so Hu people were left, five or six of whom had lost their horses and were seriously injured.
The Hu people were so angry that they screamed. They thought they were the warriors of the grassland. They were invincible every time they went to collect money. They came and went as if they were in an empty land. But they suffered such a huge setback here. It was a great shame and humiliation. How could they, the eagles of the grassland, tolerate it?
He rushed into the village regardless of the consequences, determined to kill all these people.
The old man hid in a tree, throwing a few stones from time to time. He would move to another tree after throwing a few stones. In a short while, he killed three of them.
Zhou Xing took the crossbow and secretly popped his head out to shoot an arrow. There were still eight arrows left in the quiver of twenty.
Zhou Guo kept throwing big stones from the side of the road backwards. People could dodge, but horses couldn't. Three more horses fell to the ground.
She gritted her teeth and rolled forward, slashed the man's neck with a knife, snatched the bow and quiver, and ran away, with arrows whizzing past her.
Fortunately, the old man provided protection and no one was hurt.
The villagers who were lying in ambush in this section stood up from the roadside with basins of cold water and poured them on these people.
Although it has little lethality, in this weather, if cold water is poured on the body, it will freeze in a short time, and the frozen person will move more slowly.
With his own strength, the old man brought more than a dozen horses to their knees. They fell to the ground with a thud and were unable to stand up in a short time.
The Hu people had no more arrows in their hands.
Seeing this, Zhou Guo drew a big knife from behind, flew forward with a tiptoe and kicked a Hu man off his horse, then pulled his horse to fight with the others.
One has to be someone who has seen blood to do this. Wang Fugui and others who had fled together raised their hoes and rushed forward, shouting and closing their eyes.
The villagers, holding hoes and machetes, hesitated and dared not step forward.
Wang Fugui and several others rushed out. Two of them were stabbed twice and were still lying on the ground, unable to get up. They finally remembered that they were Hu people, so they dared not go forward anymore.
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Zhou Guo didn't know how many people she had killed. She only knew that these Hu people were very difficult to kill. They were not on the same level as the bandits she had encountered. They were different from those who had been on the battlefield and had been trained in actual combat. They were very experienced. She killed so many of them. If it weren't for her master's help, she would have almost been stabbed.
The old man also intended to train her. This was such a rare opportunity. There were not so many people left, and the two masters and apprentices could still control them. The Hu people who were knocked down and could hardly move were finally beaten to death by the brave villagers with hoes and sticks.
She didn't know how long it had been, she just felt her face, hands and body were all sticky, she could hardly open her eyes, she pulled the bloody knife out of the person in front of her, slowly turned her head and saw the last Hu man who was still standing hesitantly with the knife in his hand. He wanted to run but couldn't, the ground was too slippery, he wanted to move forward but didn't dare, and there was something wrong with the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Guo.
Zhou Guo took a breath, turned his wrist, and pushed forward, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve flew out of the air.
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the distance at the village entrance.
Everyone looked at each other in despair. These people had already used up all their strength. How could they defeat another group of people?
The old man's expression became serious. He picked up a knife and held it in his hand to protect Zhou Guo.
The tip of the knife was hanging upside down, and Zhou Guo, with both hands on the handle, exhaled a few times, then slowly raised the knife in his hand again.
Zhou Xing counted the arrows he had picked up in the dark. There were still twelve in the bucket. If his accuracy was higher, he could kill quite a few.
A villager carrying a hoe rushed ahead of Zhou Guo.
Zhou Guo was startled. More villagers walked in front of her and formed a wall in front of her.
Someone said, "Zhou girl, take a rest. We will take care of these."
Zhou Guo shook his head, raised his knife, and slowly walked around the crowd.