"Fuck, are you looking for death?! If you are, I will satisfy you!"
The people surrounding Zhu Ping'an became furious when they saw the six hunters rushing towards them. With murderous gleams in their eyes, they prepared for a duel.
They are confident. They are all soldiers and fighting is their profession. They are much better than these mountain hunters. Not to mention one against five, at least one against two is no problem.
We were just ambushed by these hunters!
Now that we are prepared, we can definitely beat these blind mountain hunters half to death, and then randomly frame them for a crime and throw them into jail! There is always a price to pay for disturbing our good deeds.
soon
The people on both sides collided with each other, like two torrents, colliding and entangled together.
then
It was the first time that Zhu Ping'an witnessed the fighting scenes of the Ming Dynasty at such a close distance.
It's not the kind of flying over eaves and walls, leaping and dodging, and thunder palms in martial arts novels, nor is it the modern gang fights. The fighting in the Ming Dynasty is somewhere in between the two, with fists hitting flesh and life and death, but there are still certain moves.
The people who beat up Zhu Ping'an had military skills. Their punches and kicks were moves taught in the military camp. They knew how to use their positions to form a semicircular battle formation, surrounding the six hunters like a wedge, and taking care of each other in groups of three or two.
In their opinion, with their skills and coordination, dealing with these mountain villagers would be a piece of cake.
However, things turned out to be beyond their expectations.
Although these hunters coming from the opposite side did not know how to use battle formations, they had used simple and practical formations passed down from generation to generation when hunting dangerous prey such as black bears, wolves, and wild boars in the mountains.
The complex and dangerous forests have taught them to adapt to changes. The wedge formation is often used by wolves, and hunters are also experienced. The hunters' motto "copper head, steel tail, tofu waist" is used to describe the wolf. The waist is its weakness, and the waist is the right target to deal with the wolf.
The scar-faced hunter was a burly man. He ignored the arrows of the wedge formation and aimed at the middle of the formation, pouncing on it like a bear.
Damn, you’re looking for death!
The man in the middle of the formation saw the scarred hunter rushing towards him, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he also followed him.
When the scar-faced hunter was getting close, he suddenly accelerated and rushed over, punching the man in the middle of the formation in the face like a bear paw. His speed was so fast that there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air the moment his fist was swung.
The only way to defeat martial arts in the world is speed.
The man in the middle of the formation didn't expect the scar-faced hunter to be so fast, but he was only surprised for a moment. As he was well-trained, he raised his hands in time to block, and also stretched out a crotch kick, counterattacking while blocking.
snort
I have practiced before, and my skills are among the top 100 in the military camp. How can you fight me? The man in the formation was very confident.
This is also true
The scarred man threw a punch at the man in the middle of the formation with lightning speed, but the man in the middle of the formation blocked it with his hand and raised his foot.
After blocking it for a moment, the man in the middle of the formation showed a confident and sweet smile.
However
0.01 seconds later, the sweet smile on that person's face turned into horror. The moment he blocked it, his arm made a crackling sound and broke. He felt like his arm was slapped by a roaring wild bear.
Hit by this huge force, the man in the middle of the formation was like a wolf hit in the waist by a bear's palm, and he flew backwards all of a sudden.
He was knocked to the ground all of a sudden. After falling to the ground, his momentum did not slow down. His whole body slid for several meters, sliding along the ground and hitting the wall.
After knocking that man away, the scar-faced hunter turned his target to another man and pounced on him.
The man who was knocked to the ground struggled for a while but couldn't get up. It felt like all the bones in his body were broken.
"Let me help you."
Just when the man in the formation was struggling to get up, he suddenly heard a kind and warm voice in his ears.
"Thank you, brother. I'll treat you to a drink later." The man in the formation thought that it was his comrade who came to help him.
"Don't be polite. We are always doing good deeds and never expect anything in return." The voice in my ear was still kind and warm.
"Thank you, Brother Huo Lei Feng. I'll see you later..." the man in the middle of the formation repeated, and then said, "Huo Lei Feng?" Who is he? Why is this name so unfamiliar? There is no brother named Huo Lei Feng who came today.
The man at the waist of the formation looked up in confusion, and then saw Zhu Ping'an's harmless face, which magnified in his eyes...
Then he trembled all over with fear.
He blinked unwillingly, and when he opened his eyes again, Zhu Ping'an was still standing in front of him, bending over, looking at him with warmth and kindness, and a harmless smile.
"Don't get excited, I'm a living Lei Feng..." Zhu Ping'an smiled warmly and stretched out his hand to comfort him.
Then the man trembled even more.
Because Zhu Pingan was holding a bloody brick in his hand...
Zhu Ping'an's warm and kind smile formed a sharp contrast with the bloody brick in his hand. In this man's eyes, Zhu Ping'an's warm smile was extremely terrifying, like the hideous smile of a devil.
The man shivered, using his hands and feet to pull back, then he felt his body touch another body, reached out to touch it, and then he pulled his hand back, with blood dripping from his fingers...
He turned around subconsciously and saw his comrade who had lost his combat effectiveness due to the stone attack at the beginning. He was now lying on the ground like a dead pig, with a huge red mark on each side of his forehead. The shape was exactly the same as the brick in Zhu Ping'an's hand.
Damn, that's too cruel. He has already lost his fighting ability, but you still don't let him go! You even hit him with two bricks!
The man in the formation was lying on the ground, trembling as he looked at Zhu Ping'an.
"Oh, I'm new to this. I had no experience just now, so I hit him a few more times and he passed out. But I'm experienced this time. Believe me." Zhu Ping'an smiled embarrassedly, then shook the brick in his hand confidently.
In the eyes of the man at the waist of the formation, Zhu Pingan was simply the embodiment of cruelty. He described such a bloody matter in such a calm way...
"Really, I'm very experienced this time." Zhu Ping'an curled the corner of his mouth to comfort him, bent down, squatted down, and skillfully hit the man's forehead with the brick in his hand.
The man only saw a brick enlarged in front of his eyes, and then everything went black and he knew nothing.
Looking at the person who had fainted, Zhu Ping'an nodded with satisfaction. This time he managed to control the strength just right, not too light or too heavy, making the person faint but not fatal.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife; no matter how good your kung fu is, you can be knocked down by a brick.
After Zhu Ping'an knocked the two men unconscious, the fight in the alley was coming to an end.
The men dressed as soldiers were quite skilled, but they were outclassed by the hunters who were brave enough to fight and defeat the Tartars. Moreover, the battle was over after the hunters drew out the hunting knives on their backs.
Soon, except for the two lying on the ground, everyone else was subdued by the hunters.