Chapter 16: Setting Sun, War Begins

The scenery on all four sides of the town was different.

The east side was a large stretch of fields, the easiest to look at the towering high mountains, with various shapes and continuous mountains.

The west side was river and bamboo forest, the north side was wild grass, bamboo and wood mixed, and the ancestral graves of the townspeople were basically on the north side.

The south side was also a forest, but it was mainly fruit trees. In autumn, many fruits on the hillside, whether named or unnamed, had already bent the branches.

Under the sunset, the fruits that were originally slightly yellow revealed an attractive red and yellow color.

"In another half a month, these fruits should be sweet."

Three militiamen and three guards chatted a few words while looking at the fruit forest when patrolling to the south.

"I think there should be ripe ones inside, go in and find a few to try?"

"Forget it, don't leave the town. I heard that the robbers will fight over tonight. Maybe, now there are a bunch of robbers hiding in those forests!"

The guard's words hadn't been bitten clearly, and his throat suddenly choked.

An arrow pierced his neck, causing him to fall to the ground.

The other five people were stunned for a moment.

Another arrow shot into a militiaman's face, and the arrow head pierced through the other side of the cheek.

In an instant, two guards rolled on the ground and shrank to the north wall of the house.

A militiaman was a little slow and was shot by random arrows.

Another militiaman took this opportunity to chop a knife on the gong at the waist of the dead guard.

Clang!!!

The two guards hiding at the wall root also shouted at this time.

"Bandits are coming! Bandits are coming!!"

Dozens of fierce and thin people rushed out of the fruit forest, some holding knives and spears, some grabbing bows and arrows, and some holding hunting guns.

Most of them wore rags, but there were many of them. I don't know how many dead people's clothes they grabbed to make a set, anyway, they covered their bodies tightly.

The sun had not completely set.

This group of bandits and marauders had already launched an attack.

The houses in the southern part of the town were low, with wooden tendons and mud walls, bamboo and wooden tops, and then a layer of grass.

Wang Fu was patrolling on a road separated by three rows of houses, and his face changed when he heard the strange noise there.

He thought the detour was slow, jumped with his front feet on the mud wall, put his hands up, and rushed onto the roof.

Running wildly in one breath, jumping twice.

He had already reached the third roof and saw the situation of the attack on the road.

The first batch of bandits had already reached the corpse that had just been shot dead.

"Drink!!"

Wang Fu waved his hands, and the shuttle-shaped flying darts turned into three or four bandits in the blink of an eye.

He was also a good hand at throwing darts.

The steel darts were heavy, and in his hands, twenty steps away, they could still hit a person's skull.

Compared to the guns he had tried a few times but couldn't figure out where they would fall, he felt the steel darts were more reliable.

It's just that to throw such heavy darts, the range of motion was too large, and there was no chance to use them when fighting masters in close quarters.

But after throwing four darts, Wang Fu hurriedly flipped and pounced, hiding behind the roof ridge.

Thud thud thud thud!!!

Seven or eight arrows were nailed to the roof ridge all at once.

Wang Fu shrank behind the roof ridge, probed his head slightly to look, his face full of tightness.

Damn it, this group of bandits is really abnormal!

When charging, they didn't shout or scream, and after being hit by three or four steel darts, they didn't hesitate at all, and shot back, shooting so accurately!

However, after being delayed by Wang Fu.

The bandits hadn't rushed halfway on this small road when they heard a series of gunshots.

At the end of the small road, a pile of militiamen and guards rushed over. Before their feet stopped, they hurriedly fired.

Shopkeeper Ma and the others guessed that it was not easy to hide people in the east and north.

The possibility of robbers fighting from the west and south was greater, and when arranging manpower, there was a focus on both sides.

Even if the marksmanship was not accurate enough, but at such a distance, with so many people, there were always a few hit by bullets.

Those hit by darts died on the spot, and those hit by bullets were not in vital parts, but they couldn't die for a while, and finally couldn't hold back, making a howl.

The rest of the bandits also roared, rushed more fiercely, and fought in close quarters with the militiamen and guards.

The bandit's machete stabbed into the militiaman's stomach, stirred hard, and blood flowed on the non-slip rope of the knife handle, his face full of excitement and bloodthirst.

The militiaman next to him took the opportunity to chop over with a knife, and the clothes that seemed to be stirred by rags blocked the blade, only appearing shallow wounds.

"Die!!"

The bandit turned his head and pounced again with a knife.

Die! Rob! These were the few Chinese characters that these bandits understood.

Knives, guns, and spears, stabbing and fighting, blood splashing in waves.

Wang Fu waited for the opportunity, slapped his palm on the roof ridge, drew his sword in an instant, and was ready to jump off the roof to kill the enemy.

But just as he stood up, his eyelids jumped, and his eyeballs couldn't help but look to the south.

On the edge of the southern part of the town, a figure appeared on a roof.

Just like Wang Fu's action just now, that person was also running and jumping on the roof.

The movement was very wild, but that person didn't make a sound.

Three or four roofs, like walking on flat ground in that person's silence, rushed over in one go, almost in front of Wang Fu.

Wang Fu's eyes widened, entering the state of a fist master opening orifices, his whole body shook, and he was about to stab with his sword.

At the critical moment, Wang Fu suddenly remembered the two recent failures.

He didn't have time to recall the details of the process, just flashed a feeling that was somewhat familiar like a glimpse.

The sword that was about to stab out instinctively picked up and stood in front of him.

Clang!!!

The blade and the sword body rubbed out a spark.

The two passed by each other.

The thin man with messy hair and short beard, and eyes like knives, pressed his figure low and appeared behind Wang Fu, holding a silver-bright long knife in his hand.

A mist of blood burst from Wang Fu's left waist, and amidst the scream, he pounced to the right and landed with a forward roll.

He would rather break into the chaotic place below than escape from the person holding the knife.

If it weren't for the unspeakable premonition just now, which made him make the action of vertical sword blocking, I am afraid that now, he would not be injured at the waist, but would be cut in half.

Among those guards, there were disciples who were close to Wang Fu. Seeing Wang Fu injured, several people roared and rushed over regardless of their lives, supporting Wang Fu and wanting to escape.

There were several guards hiding among the militiamen, throwing flying darts at the man on the roof.

A guard grabbed the gun in the hands of the person next to him and pulled the trigger at the roof.

The man swept his long knife.

The narrow knife was like a wide iron shield, and all hidden weapons could not break through the spin of that knife.

As for that shot, the man didn't dodge at all.

He knew that the shot wouldn't hit him, but he still decided to kill those holding guns first.

Just then, his peripheral vision noticed something flying fast in the sky.

That thing was indeed flying.

Because it was a straight-flying sparrow, as if guiding the way for people.

And the figure on the ground was far faster than the sparrow.

Black hair, young, blazing eyes, blue clothes, cloth shoes, and the sword in his hand.

Chu Tianshu was running, but his upper body was extremely stable, without any bumps, and "galloping" was more accurate.

The speed climbed to the peak in the run with enough distance.

When he passed through the gaps of those militiamen, the militiamen couldn't see what had passed, only feeling a shadow and a gust of wind.

The bandits captured the truth of a person rushing over because they were facing that direction and the field of vision was open.

The bandit who shot the first arrow was one of the fastest people, and his position was even deeper than Wang Fu and the others.

The arrows he carried at his waist were the most numerous, and even in close combat, he could instantly pull the bow and shoot continuously, injuring the opponent in front of him.

The feeling of the bowstring tightening was as familiar as his natural organs, the arrow tip had pointed to the blue shadow, and a hunting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A silver light burst out at this moment.

The sharp light cut the feather arrow from head to tail, swept across the bow back, bowstring, and sank into the shoulder collarbone.

Swish!!

The silver light didn't stop, sweeping out from behind the archer.

Chu Tianshu held that silver light, his speed didn't decrease, but his hands were left and right.

The spear head of the bandit on the left front, the thigh of the bandit on the right front.

The side neck of the bandit further ahead, continuing forward, the right arm of a bandit who had just grabbed a fire gun.

After he passed through these people, the limbs of these bandits had been cut off, unable to resist the pressure of blood, and blood sprayed.

The thin wounds cracked, muscles and bones separated, the wounded screamed, and some corpses sprayed blood, not yet fallen.

The cruel scene was all thrown behind him.

Chu Tianshu had already arrived near Wang Fu and the others.

Although Wang Fu was seriously injured, he was in a state of opening orifices, witnessed all this, a taste that was neither cold nor hot in his chest, filling rapidly, but his mouth had already shouted: "Careful!"

The figure pouncing from the roof occupied Chu Tianshu's position just now.

Chu Tianshu had already dodged to the right, and the sword in his hand swept toward the ground with great force.

The sand on the ground, the steel darts that had fallen earlier, and even a smear of blood were all swept out by this sword, rushing toward the swordsman.

The swordsman didn't wave his knife to block, just stepped diagonally with his feet, dodging the steel darts, and for those sand and blood mists, only squinted his eyes, using his eyelashes to protect his eyeballs.

If the opponent used those things as cover and pounced, then he would be in this state, ready to send out the best knife at any time.

Chu Tianshu didn't care about him, rushed forward again, the end of his peach wood sword scabbard poked on a bandit's temple, broke through the interception of several bandits, and killed straight out.

This person actually rushed out of the town and went straight to the fruit forest.

The swordsman squinted his eyes and raised them suddenly, following closely.

He absolutely could not let this person get out of his sight again.

If this person found an opportunity to rush and kill in the bandit group a few more times.

No matter how fierce the marauders were, they would collapse!

The red-faced evil sorcerer in the forest saw the two people rush into the forest, his expression was still a bit ugly, scolded a few words, and let the dwarves guard him well.

Suddenly, his face was happy, and he looked up.

In the western sky, a group of pure and dazzling red sunlight was completely suppressed on the mountain top.

The vast sky, the vast land, became cold in the blink of an eye.

The moon wheel rose early, but there was only dim white light.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 17 =====

Chu Tianshu's eyes flashed; still over ten meters away from that side, he suddenly turned and darted in another direction in the woods.

The swordsman chased to this point, said nothing, braced his foot to the side, and turned to follow.

He absolutely could not let this person slip out of his sight again.

If this person found an opportunity to charge and slaughter in the bandit group a few more times.

No matter how brave the marauders were, they would collapse!

The red-faced sorcerer saw those two people charge into the woods, his expression still somewhat ugly; he scolded a few times, telling the dwarves to guard him well.

Suddenly, his face lit up with joy, and he looked up.

On the western horizon, a mass of pure, dazzling red sunlight was completely extinguished on the mountaintop.

The vast sky and the expansive earth turned cold and desolate in the blink of an eye.

The moon had risen early, but it only had a dim, white glimmer.

(End of chapter)