"Fuck your mother!"
Zhao Mu suddenly charged out, startling everyone.
Zhao Mu stabbed one of them to death first, then tried to pull his blade out, but it was stuck inside.
One of the Turks reacted quickly, raising his foot and kicking Zhao Mu aside.
Counting Er Dezi, there were four Turks in the house.
Zhao Mu had killed one in his sudden attack, but three remained.
Er Dezi hurriedly ducked aside.
Zhao Mu dodged hastily, and the Turk's scimitar struck the floor.
Zhang Shi grabbed the kitchen cleaver and chopped it into the head of a Turk whose back was turned to her.
The Turk screamed and turned around, his eyes wide with fury.
He looked as though he wanted to tear this woman to pieces.
But a blade flashed, and the entire cleaver fell to the floor, with the man collapsing beside it.
Li Ping'an pinned Er Dezi beneath his foot, still holding a rabbit in one hand.
"We're on the same side! The same side! I'm from the Central Plains too.
"Brother, I'm from the Central Plains too."
Zhao Mu hauled Er Dezi up and plunged his head into his chest.
He drove his knee up hard, striking Er Dezi square in the crotch.
Er Dezi screamed and crumpled to the floor in pain.
"Brother... I-I... I'm from the Central Plains. People from the Central Plains don't hit their own."
Zhao Mu was nowhere near finished. He grabbed a carrying pole from beside him and rained blows down on Er Dezi.
"Stop hitting him! Stop!"
Zhang Shi, who had suffered so much bullying at Er Dezi's hands, urged from the side.
Er Dezi clutched his crotch and begged for mercy, his face deathly pale as he looked gratefully at Zhang Shi.
"Master's wife! Master's wife! Save