The gangster held tightly onto the head that was biting his neck with his hands, and tried with all his strength to pry it away. It looked more like he was holding the head in his hands.
In just a few breaths, the bandit's hands and feet had become weak, and the "wuwuwu..." sounds from his mouth became weaker and weaker.
After a while, the bandit had no strength to struggle anymore and just twitched there. In the end, only a yellow corpse was left on the ground.
The rain was still falling, and the ground around was wet. Some wounded soldiers were waiting for the fighting to end. Many of them were so weak that they couldn't open their eyes due to the rain. When they were thirsty, they opened their mouths to catch some rain water.
Another person was lying on the ground on his side uncomfortably, and felt someone rubbing against him from behind. When he turned around to look, he was bitten on the neck.
…
The fighting was still going on not far away. It was already completely dark. It was raining tonight so there were no stars or moon, and visibility was extremely low.
But after all, most people have practiced some martial arts, and after adapting to the darkness, their eyes can still see things more or less clearly.
The gangsters were not fighting to the death with the enemy. They were very experienced in dealing with opponents with martial arts skills. They used their numerical advantage to fight with the enemy, focusing on attrition and minimizing their own losses.
But even so, the number of injured and dead gangsters was higher than expected.
It’s just that the group of people who were surrounded were definitely wealthy and powerful, and more importantly, there were two women whose looks were too outstanding for the bandits in this bitter and cold land.
They haven't seen women for a long time, sows are all beautiful, not to mention those two women with outstanding looks. They had their eyes on them two days ago, and the other two or three women were not bad either. They might not be pretty in appearance, but their figures were not inferior.
In comparison, although the ideas are prickly, they are not so edible that you cannot eat them.
In fact, from the fight before the rain until now, many bandits have already noticed that these warriors cannot keep up with their recovery speed.
Several leaders wearing conical hats were riding on horses, watching the warriors fighting in the distance. They used those fierce and fierce moves less frequently at the beginning.
"Haha, so what if they have higher martial arts skills? Jianghu people are Jianghu people. Although they are good at fighting, they don't know how to fight against a group of troops."
Hearing his companion's mockery, the other person also sneered and responded.
"Yes, the moves they used at the beginning were fierce, but they also consumed a lot of energy. Although they killed and injured many of our brothers, they were unable to change the overall situation. If the most powerful ones among them could break through alone, there would still be some possibility..."
"Humph, if it weren't for this heavy rain, the crossbows alone would be enough for them to handle!"
While they were talking, they glanced at the bandits' formation and saw another one dragging a seriously injured brother out. This one didn't move at all when he was carried out, and it was unknown how seriously injured he was.
…
There are two bandits who are specifically responsible for dragging the injured brothers out of the battle group today. The fighting today is indeed fierce. At least twenty brothers have been involved, not including those who are already dead.
Two men, one on the left and one on the right, dragged the unconscious man to the wounded at the rear.
“Hu…Hu…Hu…I’m so tired! Bazi is lucky. He just fainted. I don’t know if he was faking it.”
One of them wiped his face, wiping off the blood and mud, then raised his head and let the rain wash his face.
The other person sat directly on the muddy ground and gasped for air.
"Okay, it doesn't matter if we're a little tired. We don't have to charge today, so at least it's a lot safer!"
"That makes sense. Besides, we saved so many brothers. They will share some of the meat when we eat it, hehehe..."
The bandit, who had drunk rain water to quench his thirst, suddenly stopped laughing. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
It was my companion who pointed out the problem first.
"Hey, brothers, why are you all lying still?"
"Yeah! Hey, hey, hey... What are you doing? You fell asleep in the heavy rain? Old bird?"
The two men pushed the injured brother closest to them. This brother, nicknamed Lao Que, was very slippery during fights and never suffered serious injuries. Today, he only sprained his foot and it was swollen. It looked serious, but it was actually not a big deal.
But after pushing the man a few times, there was no reaction from the other party. The gangster who pushed the man suddenly felt something was wrong and stepped over Lao Que's body and walked to the other side.
He leaned in to take a closer look. Although visibility was low, he could still tell that something was wrong with the injured man. He reached out and touched his chest and found that he had no heartbeat.
The gangster looked at his companion beside him with an ugly expression.
"died!"
"Look at the others!"
There was no more smile on the two men's faces. They walked up to the wounded and either sniffed their breath or felt their heartbeats. Without exception, they were all dead.
One of them, while feeling the pulse on a person's neck, suddenly felt a wound on the neck of the dead body. He was immediately startled and pulled open the other person's clothes to take a closer look.
"What kind of injury is this!?"
The other person also saw it. The two of them checked several bodies again and found that all of them had similar wounds. Their faces changed drastically.
"Bosses... something terrible has happened! All the wounded here are dead!"
"Come and take a look, the brothers here are not in the right state of death...!"
The shouts of the two attracted the attention of others, and some bandits on the periphery came over to check.
A burly leader quickly approached the corpses on the ground.
"Third Master, look at their necks, there are bite marks on them!"
The third in command looked at the person who was speaking, then knelt on one knee next to a corpse and tore open his clothes. Due to the limited visibility, he could only see the wound on the neck but could not see it clearly, so he reached out to touch it.
The bite mark was wide, but two holes were particularly deep.
The third in command touched the forehead of the corpse again, lifted the bangs that were covering it, and saw several deep marks on the forehead. He compared them with his hand and found that it was just the right angle for grasping.
The third in command imagined a scene in his mind: something bit the dead man's neck, and a hand with long nails pressed on the dead man's forehead, making it impossible for him to struggle up, and the nails also scratched the dead man's forehead.
Following this line of thought, the third in command reached into the chest and abdomen of the corpse and tore off the clothes. Sure enough, he found another set of pressure and scratch marks, which clearly prevented the injured person from getting up.
'Very strong!'
The icy spring rain did not make the third in command feel that cold, but at this moment there was a biting chill running through his body, his scalp was numb and goose bumps appeared all over his body.
'It's not a good place to stay for long!'
This idea is extremely strong!
The third in command did not hesitate any longer. He directly pulled out the short whistle from his clothes and blew it hard with all his might.
"Beep Beep"
The sharp whistle sounded through the rain curtain, through the night, and reached the ears of all the bandits fighting, as well as the ears of a dozen warriors.
Obviously, the bandits eased their offensive immediately. Many of their spears and halberds were retracted, and many of them retreated.
This undoubtedly gave the warriors a great deal of breathing space, but they would not fight back immediately, partly because they really did not have enough breath to recover, and partly because they were worried about a trick.
Many people were kneeling on one knee, holding swords and knives, gasping for breath.
"Huh...Huh...Huh... What's going on? Why are they all retreating?"
The sturdy man with a turban grabbed two stolen long swords and leaned on the ground to rest. He had been holding on to being the strongest among the warriors, and always took the lead in the fight.
But at this moment, the pair of strong hands were actually trembling slightly, but because of the rainy night, even the companions did not notice it, let alone the bandits.
"No, I don't know. There was a whistle just now... Could it be that someone from the army has arrived?"
“Not really! Hurry up, take a rest! Ho…ho…ho…”
Some warriors took the time to catch their breath.
"How's everyone? Is everyone okay?"
"I won't die!" "Hold on, I can hold on..."
…
The warriors were gasping for breath, while outside the circle of bandits on the other side, two other leaders rode their horses towards the source of the whistle and shouted at the third in command before they got close.
"Third brother, what's going on? It looks like they can't hold on for much longer!"
"Yeah, why are you blowing the evacuation whistle? In this dark and rainy night, is there any change?"
The third brother stood up, wiped his face, and pointed at the corpses around him on the ground.
"There are unclean things. All the injured brothers are dead. Each of them has been bitten on the neck. This place is not safe. Run quickly!"
While speaking, the third in command had already mounted his horse and pulled the reins to the outside.
The two leaders who rushed over looked at their brothers nearby, and then looked at the third brother who was twisting his neck and rubbing his hands. They were obviously a little frightened.
The two men even dismounted to check and confirmed the strange situation before them.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"
While the leader was speaking, he and another leader had already pulled out their whistles, and the third in command also picked up the whistle and put it to his lips.
"Beep," "Beep," "Beep"
The three of them blew the whistle together. This time, the bandits who heard the whistle reacted more obviously and retreated outside one after another, not even maintaining the encirclement.
Several leaders were yelling outside.
"Everyone, get on the horses! Everyone, get on the horses! Those who don't have horses can sit behind others. Two people per horse is fine!"
"Hurry up, let's go, let's go..."
Many bandits started running, following the leader's voice, and then fled together in the rainy night.
The group of warriors all stared at this scene in a daze, unable to stop it and not wanting to stop it.
"They...ran away?"
"We beat them back? We beat them back!"
“Hahahahaha… we won!” “We beat them back!”
The cheers went from sporadic to frequent, from disbelief to extreme excitement, and the relief of surviving the disaster rose in everyone's hearts.
After a short while, the warriors calmed down from their excitement. Many of them were injured, some seriously, and they urgently needed to find a place that was sheltered from the wind and rain to recuperate.
Seeing that the bandits had left behind a lot of corpses, the turbaned man and the other two men also went over to search, hoping to find some suitable medicines and other supplies.
"Ouch, uh..."
A gangster on the ground grunted, and immediately two knives were placed on his neck.
"Ouch! What, what..."
The gangster with the knife at his neck was terrified. He looked around and saw no other brothers except the corpses. It seemed that his people were defeated!
"Haha, why are your bandit brothers gone? Of course they were beaten back by us!"
"Don't waste time talking to him, just kill him!"
"Wait, don't do anything yet!"
The turbaned man came over and looked at the robber on the ground.
"Where is the place that can shelter you from the wind and rain? You'd better tell the truth. We killed and wounded your entire gang of bandits. If you want to live, you should cooperate with us!"
The gangster nodded hurriedly.
"I know, I, I know! There's a village ahead, no one lives there, but some of the houses are intact!"
"Well, what's your name?"
The gangster swallowed and answered quickly with a trembling voice.
"Ba, Ba Zi... My name is Ba Zi!"
. . .
In the deserted village, Ji Yuan put down the book in his hand, stood up, opened the door a little wider, and let the wind and rain outside blow on his body.
I just heard a series of special whistling sounds in my ears. Although they were very faint, I was definitely not mistaken.