Chapter 332 Old love in the night rain and wind

Someone attacked, get up quickly!

In the wind and rain, the shirtless Meng Liang roared. After drinking, he was about to take a comfortable hot bath, but Yang Yanzhao kicked open the door. When he learned that an enemy was coming, he didn't care about wearing a robe. He put on his trousers and rushed out with an axe.

The roar resounded through the night. Soon, Jiao Zan quickly went out of the house with an iron gun. Other people from Bajiao Mountain also held weapons one after another, making the appearance of a big enemy and preparing for war.

"What happened?"

After wiping the rain on his face, Jiao Zan walked to Meng Liang and asked in a low voice.

Meng Liang, who was busy with the defense, shook his head, threw down the drops of water hanging on his face, raised his head and pointed to one side silently, stared at Yang Yanzhao, who was distracted at the foot of the mountain. "Brother Jiao, it was Brother Yang who found that someone was lurking towards our village. He was extremely good at it. I guess it was the people from Niupi Mountain. I heard that there a while ago. If you change to a big head, this person has some skills.

Hearing this, Jiao Zan's eyebrows suddenly raised when he was wet in the rain. He looked carefully and saw hundreds of people at the foot of the mountain cringeping and rushing up quickly.

He inserted the iron gun in his hand to the ground, and his eyes were full of anger. He scolded angrily, "Mom, last time I spared them, I dared to seek revenge, and I will kill him today!"

With that, as soon as he drew an iron gun, he took people to the other side of the cottage.

"Brother Yang, you stay first and watch someone kill this mob."

He said to Yang Yanzhao that Meng Liang wielded a big axe and rushed down the mountain with dozens of people. In this situation, it seemed that he would be preemptive and the enemy would be annihilated in one fell swoop in the future.

The mountain rain seemed to have no sign of stopping. Under the rain curtain, Meng Liang roared to meet the enemy. In the cottage, people were longing for it, but they defended each other in an orderly manner.

Compared with ordinary bandits, the bandits in Bajiao Mountain are too strong.

This made Yang Yanzhao standing in the rain a little surprised and vaguely felt like a barracks.

The rain is getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Yanzhao stood quietly and looked silently at the two gang of bandits who had made friends dozens of feet away. His eyes narrowed, and there were big drops of rain hanging on his long eyelashes.

Behind him, Cui Ping stood on his head, and the thorns in his hand were half exposed outside the show. The rain washed the dagger full of cold light even more frightening.

On the left, and to the exhaust wind with the green whip, the little girl did not listen to Yang Yanzhao's instructions and stubbornly stayed in the rain, and her thin body stood a step ahead of him.

Perhaps in the heart of the exhaust, no one can pass her and hurt Yang Yanzhao behind her. Even if there is a sea of knives and fire in front of her, she will not step back half a step back.

At his feet, the people led by Meng Liang have fought with the bandits in Niupi Mountain, and on the other side, Jiao Zan also fought with the bandits who climbed to the cottage from other directions.

In the wind and rain roaring, the shouts of killing are endless.

Although Bajiao Mountain is in a hurry to fight, it has already had an advantage. Meng Liang rushed forward with a cadre, while the archers who were good at shooting shot the other party's small head behind him.

Soon, Niupi Mountain was defeated.

Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao's half-squinted eyes opened, and the light burst out of his eyes. He quickly rushed down and rushed towards the vegetation.

He has to figure out one thing.

Previously, when Pai Feng saw someone coming to attack, Yang Yanzhao felt that the other party was not only good at skills, but also good at secrecy, and all of these seemed to come from him.

But in this life, except for the poisonous scorpion, Yang Yanzhao did not talk to anyone about training special forces, so he was naturally very confused.

Especially when he saw several archers in Bajiao Mountain being quietly put down, he couldn't help but step down and want to find out.

Yang Yanzhao's move, Cui Ping and the wind behind him also moved. He was about to come forward, but the former looked back and stopped him, "It's not in the way, don't follow me."

Hearing his words, Cui Ping and Pai Feng had to stop and look at each other worriedly. Finally, they followed, but kept a distance of several feet.

The mountain rain still remains unstoppended, falling in the vegetation, which fascinates people's eyes.

In the wind and rain, under the bush tree, an archer with a knife scar on his face stared, looked at the support of the melee in front of him, bent his bow and arrows, and wanted to shoot at the leader of Niupi Mountain.

At this moment, the half-high weed behind him moved, and later he saw a cold dagger stretched out and resting on his neck.

"Bum!"

With a muffled sound, the archer fell to the ground, and the arrow on the string fell on the weed mud full of stagnant water.

After solving the problem of the archer, the figure was about to continue to get into the jungle, and Yang Yanzhao, who was lurking on one side, took action. The spear he picked up when he just went down the mountain was like a spirit snake coming out of the hole, stabbing him like lightning and thunder.

The sound of wind and rain covered the sound of the spear, but when the spear was about to pierce his shoulder, the latter still noticed that a counterattack rolled into the grass on the left.

Where did Yang Yanzhao give him a chance to react? The spear drew half a circle in his hand, chased him, and went straight into the calf of the man in black.

"Dangdang!"

A crisp sound is particularly eye-catching in the rain.

Just as the spear was about to plunge into the man in black, another figure flew out and pulled the spear aside with the dagger in his hand.

Seeing the person coming, Yang Yanzhao was stunned. The spear in his hand came out of his hand and fell at his feet, splashing rain on the ground.

"Brother Xiao..."

Trembling, Yang Yanzhao called in a low voice. Although the voice was low, it clearly reached the ears of the comer. He was about to raise his head and fell into the mud and weeds.

Later, he quickly got up from the ground and rushed to Yang Yanzhao. Cui Ping, who fell a few feet away, was in a hurry and rushed forward with a weapon.

"Don't mess around!"

Yang Yanzhao roared, and the two stopped, while the green whip thrown by the exhaust wind's hand hit the burly body of the man in black.

The cultivation of exhaust ventilation is already a state of practice, and it is a full blow. Suddenly, the other party's clothes are covered with flesh and blood.

Because of the pain, the figure of the man in black paused a little, and then rushed to Yang Yanzhao. The unknown exhaust wind and Cui Pingxin were mentioned in his throat.

But the next scene made the two of them confused. The man actually jumped into Yang Yanzhao's arms. His burly body trembling, and his whining voice came, as if he was choking in a low voice.

Who the hell is this?

Cui Ping and Pai Feng looked at each other, all full of doubts.

After a while, the man in black raised his head. When he turned his face, Cui Ping and Pai Feng were also stunned. It turned out to be Xiao Muchun!

"Brother Xiao!"

The exhaust wind exclaimed and rushed up quickly, and on her side, Cui Ping also came to his senses and took the thorn into his arms, followed.

"Ha ha, I haven't seen you for a long time, Brother Cui."

Xiao Muchun stepped forward and patted Cui Ping on the shoulder, and then fangled his teeth at the wind. "Little girl, I haven't seen you for a while. Your kung fu is refined again. This is going to whip Xiao to death!"

He rushed into Xiao Muchun's arms, and the exhaust wind choked and said, "Brother Xiao, the exhaust wind is not a good intention!"

The broad hand stroked the long hair soaked by the wind. Xiao Muchun smiled and said, "Someone is joking with you. Your brother Xiao's skin is very strong, and the little girl doesn't need to pay attention to it."

When Xiao Muchun laughed with Pai Feng and Cui Ping, Yang Yanzhao wiped the rain on his face, suppressed the joy in his heart, and looked at his most loyal subordinates.

After not seeing him for several months, Xiao Muchun was much thinner than before. His beards were densely knotted together, almost covering his whole face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed.

Think about it, I have suffered a lot these days.

At this moment, Yang Yanzhao really wants to know Xiao Muchun's experience, especially how he did the bandit. The latter also noticed it, the smile on his face dissipated, and he briefly talked about the previous things with red eyes.

On that day, Yunzhou was defeated outside the city. Xiao Muchun was hit by several arrows. He should have died, but perhaps his life should not be killed. After the Liao people retreated, he woke up again.

It happened that the Liao people buried them randomly in the wilderness outside Yunzhou City. When he woke up, he went straight into the mountain forest and recovered from his wounds.

Later, Xiao Muchun wanted to go back to Bianliang and Daizhou City. However, Yang Yanzhao died, and many brothers also died. He is already rootless. I don't know what to do in the future.

So he went outside Bazhou City in confusion. A few days ago, he finally made up his mind to kill the Liao people for revenge.

But it can't be a big deal alone.

After careful calculation, Xiao Muchun stared at the bandits. After the bandits of Niuqi Mountain were subdued by him, he took a fancy to Meng Liang and Jiao Zan, who occupied Banana Mountain.

Therefore, there was a sneak attack tonight, but I didn't expect to meet Yang Yanzhao and others.

After saying this, Xiao Muchun took a deep breath and said, "Insector, it's great that you're still alive..."

Thinking of those dead brothers, Yang Yanzhao also felt extremely sad in his heart. Big drops of water rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or spring rain.

Without saying much, he stretched out his fist. Xiao Muchun hesitated for a moment and stretched out his fist. On the other hand, Cui Ping was also like this. Under the night rain, the three fists leaned together.

It seems to be back to the past, but it lacks those familiar figures and laughter.

The bandits of Niupi Mountain were Xiao Muchun's people. Naturally, the sneak attack was cancelled. The man who had been forced by Yang Yanzhao's long gun played the bamboo flute in his arms, and then the crisp and melodious voice spread out. The bandits in Niu Yushan, who were playing with Meng Liang and others, retreated to the foot of the mountain one after another.

"Bah, don't run if you have guts, let your Grandpa Meng have a good time!"

Meng Liang held a bloody axe and spit at the foot of the mountain. Then Zhang Luo cleaned up the place and sent the injured to the stockade.

When he saw Yang Yanzhao coming, he was laughing and saying that Meng Liang, who had been brave before, suddenly stared up suddenly, raised his axe and rushed over.