When Lu rushed into the village, a burning heat hit his face, and screamed everywhere. Because the house was burning, many women and children could only rush out of the door, and the refugees chased the women.

Seeing a refugee pressing a woman down and tearing her clothes, Baru roared angrily, rode his horse and rushed forward, and a hatchet slid, chopping the refugee's head into the air. Blood splattered, and the woman neighed and cried loudly.

Baru didn't stop. The village was miserable everywhere, with corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with burnt smell and blood.

All of this turned into a sensation, almost exploding into Baru's chest.

He fought all the way. When he arrived at the center of the village, the hatchet had been rolled up, and the remaining young and strong farmers were surrounded by refugees. He roared, threw away the hatchet, grabbed a thick wooden stick and rushed towards the group of refugees. The wooden stick hit several refugees, but with his own strength, what if he was brave, the horse's limbs were cut off by the refugees. Baru fell off his horse and swept the wooden stick in his hand like a crazy beast. For a moment, the refugees around could not enter. The farmers around were aroused by Baru's bloody courage, and the resistance made the siege almost break.

The refugee leader cursed, shook off the dry food in his hand, raised his long spear in his hand, and rode his horse towards Baru.

Another simple move, the spear turned into black electricity, and a sprint, Baru's body was knocked away by 200 kilograms of 7 or 8 meters, and the wooden stick in his hand was scattered into three pieces. Baru struggled on the ground for a few times, and then staggered and got up.

If the horse under his feet was not really bad, this time it should have been pierced with the stick and the person. The refugee leader was extremely dissatisfied with the effect of the attack, so he threw a gun flower, roared, pointed the spear directly, and rushed towards Baru again. This time, the refugee leader used all his strength, leaned forward forty-five degrees, and the gun body was firmly stuck in his elbow. The tip of the gun broke through the air, trembling with resonance.

Amid the sound of horse hooves, the refugee leader smiled cruelly as usual.

He likes to use this expression to harvest his opponent's life, and experience the fatal pleasure of life and death when the gun is pierced through the opponent's body.

This time...it's no exception.

The tip of the gun stabbed Baru's throat with an impeccable straight track. He even saw the other party's slightly squirming throat. The next moment, it would shatter and splash out a pleasing blood fountain.

call……

The refugee leader's gun slid over Baru's shoulder and he stabbed him in the air.

He pulled the horse side urgently, and the reins pulled the horse's head, turning half of his body. The horse was not as strong as a strong horse, and his four hooves were stomping on the ground, but the refugee leader no longer cared about these things at this time. He saw a knight standing not far behind Baru. Judging from his body shape, he was just a boy.

The fire was leaping, and the expression on the boy's face was not visible. The brown eyes emitted a glimmer of light like a beast, and the refugee leader felt some sticky sweat oozing out of his palms.

The terrifying feeling just now still frightened him. If it weren't for the intuition that he had been tempered, he would probably be a corpse now, and he wouldn't even see the trajectory of the other party's sword.

"Who are you?"

The answer was the sound of galloping horse hooves. The young man rushed over. The ground horses under his crotch were nearly half a meter taller than the horses under his crotch, and they were even more agile. When charging, the four hooves flew around, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the horses were approaching, and the refugee leader had only had time to raise his gun.

The black sword fell quietly, dull and without the sound of the wind.

The spear head and the hard pear wood pole were rolled up and burst, and the powerful spiral force shook the tiger's mouth of the refugee leader. He was shocked and leaned back. The sword brushed his nose and flew over, and a cold feeling flashed. The refugee leader stretched out his hand, his nose had been peeled off, and blood was gushing uncontrollably.

He screamed in pain, and his hands kept hitting the horse's thighs, stalking the horse's belly.

The other party was just a teenager, but his strength was really terrible. He no longer cared about the stunned refugees behind him, and just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

The horse in pain ran towards the entrance of the village. The refugee leader stood up and looked back. The boy did not chase him. He felt relieved, turned his head and his pupils suddenly expanded. He saw a galloping horse rushing straight ahead. The horses passed by. The refugee leader half of his body flew into the air. Before he landed, he could only see the dispersed black hair clearly.

Yang Zheng shook the blood drops on the big sword in his hand, and did not look at the slashing refugee leader again. The horse under his crotch slowly slowed down and came to the boy, frowned slightly and said, "You need to have skills to draw the sword, don't just force. The sword just now cut off his neck, but because you took over his gun force,

A bright future.”

Xiuluo bowed slightly: "I remember."

Yang Zhengshou looked back at the refugees and said in a stern manner: "Everyone, put down your weapons for me."

Those refugees were shocked by the killing of the leader just now, but they were still unwilling to accept it. One of them shouted: "Go to your mother..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow pierced his throat. Xiuluo said coldly: "Did you hear it? Don't let me repeat it again. Put down your weapon immediately and kneel down to the ground."

Several refugees from the periphery quietly retreated, thinking that they had escaped from the other party's sight and ran wildly. Unexpectedly, they only heard a few light sounds. All of them were pierced by arrows and fell to the ground. The coldness in Xiuluo's eyes became more and more intense. He pulled the bow into a full moon shape with an arrow and shouted, "Who else wants to try again."

No refugee dared to say anything again, throwing away his weapons and kneeling on the ground.

Yang Zheng jumped off his horse, and in front of Baru, who had not yet figured out the situation, said, "Go and treat these villagers quickly, Xiuluo, and drive these refugees together."

The boy responded and shouted loudly: "The people who are not farmers come here immediately."

His voice was cold, his eyes were sharp, and his actions were even more brutal, which was enough to deter these refugees. Soon, the refugees walked aside and gathered together in a scattered manner.

Baru glanced at Yang Zheng gratefully and hurried over to organize the surviving farmers. Many seriously injured need treatment, and those who died need to be buried until the early morning.

The custodian was not dead after taking the shot. He was rescued by the villagers and asked his son Baru to support him to thank Yang Zheng and the others.

Although there was a lot of sadness in the farm, more than 30 farmers died in battle yesterday, and seventy or eighty seriously injured, it was a blessing to be able to protect the farm under such circumstances. Yang Zheng took action to stabilize the injuries of those seriously injured, which made everyone in the farm grateful.

When Yang Zheng was free to treat him, the Chief Insurance Officer asked someone to bring the freshly cooked food. With the experience of the Chief Insurance Officer, he had never seen the armor and weapons on Yang Zheng's body. He asked carefully: "Thank you for your help. I wonder where this Chief is from?"

Yang Zheng said: "We are adventurers from afar. We accidentally entered your country because we were chased by a group of refugees. We are short of food and fresh water and cannot enter the city now, so we have to come here to buy some."

"External!" The faces of the chief and Baru both changed slightly. They are now frightened birds and are afraid and nervous about any outsider.

Yang Zheng knew their psychology and said, "Uncle, we are not refugees, and we don't make a living by robbery. You don't have to be nervous. It's just that the world is chaotic and there is no place to find food and water. I think of buying some here. This way, the price is easy to negotiate, and I won't let you suffer."

As he said that, he took out a small bag from his arms, touched it, and a shiny stone appeared in his palm.

"Purple Diamond!" Baochang exhaled.

Although the world has become extremely chaotic and many things are priceless, this kind of gem that is worth a hundred times more valuable is still very precious.

Yang Zheng handed the purple diamond to the security chief and smiled and said, "You can verify the authenticity. If you can provide us with dry food and water, I will give us two more as reward."

With three purple diamonds, it would be more than enough to buy this large farm.

He stared at the noble man in front of him in shock, and was very surprised at what his identity was. It was absolutely impossible for a refugee to be a refugee.

Looking at the shiny diamonds in the other person's palm, he swallowed: "Sir, I can't repay you if you save the whole village of our village. What's more, I can't accept the purple diamond if I save you a little food and water."

Yang Zheng nodded slightly, appreciating the old man's backbone. The temptation of the three purple diamonds is definitely quite large for these inferior people. Maybe they can escape from slavery and buy a piece of land of their own, but the other party can still control it.

He did not insist and said, "I have seen all the dead and those refugees, but there is no sign of being infected. But I still want to advise you to cremate the dead as soon as possible, then boil water with purple wormwood and disinfect the entire farm."

Purple wormwood water is the most convenient and simple disinfectant in the world. Yang Zheng quickly took some preventive measures to maintain the chief. The chief unexpectedly did not expect it to have it. His intuition made him trust Yang Zheng and he hurriedly ordered someone to do it.
Chapter completed!