Chapter 23 Bandits

"Brave man!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man chased up from behind, bowed and smiled, and said hello.

Fang Zhixing tilted his head to look at the other person. He was wearing animal skins, had a rough face, a beard, and a hunting knife on his waist. He knew at a glance that this man was a serious hunter.

He asked: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "I came from 'Cattle Village', not refugees. My companions and I are going to the market town to sell animal skins. I saw the brave man take action just now, and his knife skills are really beautiful. I want to team up with you, walk together, and help each other. What do you think?"

Fang Zhixing looked back and saw a flatbed cart. In front of the cart was a yellow ox pulling the cart, and four large wooden boxes were stacked on the cart.

There were five animal skins around the car. The oldest one had white hair and beard and deep wrinkles on his face.

Fang Zhixing didn't know these people, and didn't want to cause trouble, so he said flatly: "Thank you for the invitation, but no thanks."

The middle-aged man heard this and said: "The hill ahead is very chaotic. I heard that there are bandits and mobs blocking the road. It's hard for a warrior to survive alone."

Fang Zhixing's mind moved, but he still shook his head and said: "I have companions, but we are just separated temporarily. You and I should go our separate ways."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked disappointed, but didn't insist on it.

Just like that, Fang Zhixing quickened his pace and got rid of those hunters.

After a while, he suddenly left the road and entered the woods beside the road, and quickly shuttled through the woods.

"Let's go here."

Fang Zhixing stopped at the edge of a steep slope and looked around to confirm whether there was any danger.

After that, he took out the pot from the broken bamboo basket, picked up some firewood, and made a fire to cook.

The dog was alert all around, smacking his lips, and carefully savoring the taste.

Soon, the meal was ready.

One man and one dog were eating happily.

The dog was eating the delicious rice, but his mind was always recalling another taste. Suddenly, he felt that the bacon and rice were not so delicious.

After he was full, Fang Zhixing set off again, took a detour, and then returned to the main road.

As he walked, a few refugees who didn't have long eyes tried to rob him, but he chopped them down in a few seconds.

About two or three hours later, he looked up!

Fang Zhixing saw a big red mountain, with maple forests all over the mountain, and the forests were dyed with colors, as beautiful as a painting.

The refugees staggered and climbed the mountain.

Fang Zhixing cheered up, holding a bow and a knife, mixed in the crowd, and climbed the mountain step by step.

"The bandits are coming!"

"Run, run!"

As soon as the group climbed halfway up the mountain, they heard a shout.

Then, many people ran down from the top of the mountain, pushing and shoving each other, causing a great commotion.

Some people unfortunately fell down, and their bodies rolled down the hillside, or hit the big trees, or rolled all the way down.

In the chaos, several people seemed to have discussed it, and suddenly rushed over from all directions, taking the opportunity to pounce on Fang Zhixing, Xigou, and the donkey.

"Be careful!"

Fang Zhixing had been prepared for a long time. When he transmitted the sound, he shot an arrow with a bow, and shot two arrows, which sank into the chests of two people.

Then he drew his sword from the sheath, and the man and the sword became one, and the sword flashed.

The blade turned and cut on the arm of another person.

Puff!

Then, someone rushed behind him and hugged him with open arms.

Fang Zhixing half-crouched on the ground, his muscles were agitated, and his strength burst out. He broke free from the hug of the man and slashed with a knife.

Without waiting for the man to fall, Fang Zhixing stood up!

At the same time, Xigou whined and roared, moved flexibly, and rushed to the feet of a person, biting his ankle.

In a blink of an eye, people fell around them, blood was splattered everywhere, and people wailed.

"Who else!?"

Fang Zhixing stood with a knife in his hand, his body covered in blood, staring in all directions, intimidating the world.

Seeing Fang Zhixing so powerful and ruthless, a group of refugees waiting for an opportunity shuddered with fear, and all retreated.

A refugee gnashed his teeth and shouted, "What kind of hero is it to bully us unarmed refugees? If you have the guts, rush to the top of the mountain and kill those bandits."

Swoosh!

Fang Zhixing drew his bow and shot an arrow in one go.

Puff!

The man who shouted was pierced through the head by an arrow and fell straight down.

"Fuck, you don't have any eyesight at all. Who gave you the illusion that I was a hero?"

Fang Zhixing licked his bloody lips.

The people around him were silent, and they didn't dare to breathe. They looked at Fang Zhixing with great awe.

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing looked at a person and asked, "How many bandits are there on the top of the mountain?"

The person was one of the people who ran down from the top of the mountain. He replied, "I don't know. The bandits are hiding in the woods and asked all of us to leave money for passage. If we don't give it, they will run out and kill people, and then disappear without a trace."

Fang Zhixing was thoughtful after hearing this.

"Brave man, please spare me a moment to talk."

At this time, a middle-aged man on the hillside waved his hand.

Fang Zhixing looked up and found that the man was the hunter from Xiaoniu Village he had seen before.

He walked over.

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zhixing, who was covered in blood, with a slightly nervous expression. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and smiled with a licking face: "Please come this way, I will introduce some friends to you."

Fang Zhixing saw three elderly people gathered under a big tree.

One of them was an old man from Xiaoniu Village, and he had never seen the other two.

The middle-aged man introduced: "This is the leader of the Water Buffalo Village. He went to the market town this time to sell iron ore. This is the village chief of the Black Bull Village. He has several carts of cotton and needs to exchange them for food."

The two old men nodded. They had just witnessed Fang Zhixing killing people in all directions, and fear and awe appeared in their eyes.

When Fang Zhixing saw this situation, he knew that they wanted to join forces to break through the bandits' blockade.

Asked: "How much do you know about those bandits?"

The chief of the Buffalo Village said: "The group of bandits on the mountain are actually a group of mobs who gather together to be bandits. They know that this mountain is the only way to Xiaoqinghe Town, so they blocked the road here and robbed."

Fang Zhixing asked again: "What do you want to do?"

The three elderly elders looked at each other, and the head of the Xiaoniu Village responded: "Our idea is to talk to the leader of the bandits first. If the negotiation fails, we will force our way in."

Fang Zhixing said: "Okay, you go and talk first. If the negotiation fails, I will go with you."

The three elderly elders couldn't help but tense up when they heard this.

In fact, they wanted to drag Fang Zhixing to negotiate with them. With such a fierce man, they could give them courage.

But they didn't expect Fang Zhixing to have seen through their little tricks...

"Okay!"

The three elderly elders looked at each other, climbed to the top of the mountain with their heads held high, and shouted: "Which friend is the bandit leader? Come out and have a chat."

The red maple forest was swaying in the wind.