In an instant, blood flowed everywhere. The leader, who was not in a position to prevent it, was beaten and his limbs shook, and his eyes turned black.

With this darkness, he had no chance to recover.

All kinds of farm tools came from all directions, pounding his body madly.

No matter how strong the sixth-level master is, he is still a flesh and blood body after all.

Not to mention that I was stunned by the life-for-life fight as soon as I started.

After being hit by hundreds of times, he fell into a pool of blood, and his body was completely lost in a mess of blood.

But even so, the refugees who could not be sure whether he was dead were still surrounding him and beat him desperately, as if they were going to smash him completely.

Such a cruel scene made the second in commander next to him who was fighting with the refugees stunned.

Waving the spear in his hand and taking advantage of the long pole weapon, he forced the surrounding refugees not to approach.

Seeing more and more people coming from all directions, the second leader's hand was shaking more and more severely.

Before he could figure out how to escape from the siege, he had been surrounded by refugees who were afraid to approach, suddenly one of them grabbed a stone and threw it to him.

With a bang, the second leader, who was unfortunately caught, was hit by the corner of his eyes and blood was flowing.

The refugees who saw this scene lit up their eyes and grabbed the items they could throw and threw them wildly at them.

Gravel, shoes, hat, luggage.

The second leader, who was constantly hit by all kinds of messy things, was beaten and screamed while turning around to escape.

But no matter which direction he is heading, what is waiting for him must be that he cannot see the wall behind him, and all kinds of miscellaneous throwing things.

Some guys even picked up the dead bandit's long pole weapons, or removed the bamboo poles from the car, stood together and poked at him randomly.

I can't rush out, and I can only be passively beaten if I stay here.

The second leader, who had been hit by the head and was bleeding, fled in panic while waving his weapons.

As a result, as his feet slipped, he fell to the ground when he stepped on a corpse.

Looking at the headless corpse whose head had been cut off and was lying in a pool of blood, the second in command, who had been fooled by this series of attacks, was frightened and screamed wildly.

It’s a pity that the refugees around him would not let him go just because he screamed.

Seeing that this guy fell to the ground and even the weapons in his hand were falling off, how could the refugees around him miss this opportunity?

Everyone rushed up and grabbed various weapons and waved at him. The second head of the house was so scared that he rushed to the bottom of the carriage.

Below the carriage lined up, a figure was used with all its limbs, rolling and crawling, moving forward desperately.

There are also a large number of weapons poking and slashing inside in the gaps on both sides.

Scythe, hammer, bamboo tube, plow, broom.

Under the siege of various farm tools, the second leader, who was screaming and crawling, was quickly covered with scars.

Under the siege of countless people, he climbed from one end of the convoy to the other end of the convoy, and his exposed skin was no longer good. He was covered with various wounds and blood flowed all over the ground.

He struggled to climb out of the undercarriage, turned around and kicked him up to crawl over with him, and was poking his refugee in the face with a homemade bamboo gun and kicking him to the ground.

The second head of the family, who was rolling and crawling, did not care about the wounds all over his body, looked up at the surroundings and tried to find a way out, and then was completely stunned on the spot.

Looking around, there were crowds of people fighting around.

There were more than a dozen or even dozens of people besieging each escaped bandit.

The refugees formed a circle and were beating them madly with all kinds of weapons in their hands.

Some guys have been dead for a long time, but are still being smashed by red-eyed people.

Blood stained the land after land.

And those bandits who have been confirmed to die have no one around them.

But they also lost their heads.

Their heads had been cut off and were hanging on the waist of the refugee team leader.

The head, which was still bleeding and the eyes of fear until death, made the second head stagger and kneel on the ground.

Aren’t they farmers? They should be killing them by themselves.

Are these guys crazy?

What's wrong with this?!

Just as the second head of the army was sitting on the ground with a look of horror.

Behind him who was completely stupid, a thin woman held the big knife she picked up from the corpse of the boss, raised her weapon with a ferocious expression, and chopped her all her strength towards the 2 boss' neck.
Chapter completed!