The bandit with a spear is fighting with Xing Lieshan.
His marksmanship is quite sophisticated, and his spear spits out messages like a poisonous snake, and his moves never leave Xing Lieshan's throat and heart.
Both of them have the same Middle An Jin strength,
In addition, he was protected by leather armor. Although Xing Lieshan's nine-ring sword was powerful and heavy, it was difficult to defeat him in a short period of time.
Until he heard the shrill scream.
The gun-wielding bandit turned around suddenly, just in time to see his companion being hacked to death with a knife.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and the gun in his hand involuntarily slowed down for half a beat.
Just this half shot.
Xing Lieshan Seizing the opportunity, the nine-ring broadsword swept through thousands of troops. The iron ring on the back of the sword rattled and hit the gun barrel hard.
The bandit's spear was knocked out of his hand and he staggered back several steps.
At this stall, the Jiang Fa knife has arrived.
The ghost-headed sword was raised diagonally from bottom to top, and the blade slashed across the bandit's waist. The leather armor cracked like paper, and blood splattered.
The bandit let out a scream and stumbled back, clutching the wound on his waist. However, Xing Lieshan caught up with him and killed him with a knife.
The two leaders were killed one after another, and the remaining bandits no longer had the will to fight and began to flee in all directions.
A few of the slow runners were overtaken by the runners and chopped down with swords, while the rest went deep into the dense forest and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The forest became quiet again.
Xing Lieshan took a few deep breaths while leaning on the nine-ring sword, and turned to look at Jiang Fa, his eyes full of unabashed admiration.
"Good boy!"
He strode over and patted Jiang Fa hard on the back. "I have been working in the escort agency for more than ten years and have met many young heroes from martial arts schools, but this is the first time I have seen someone like you who dared to confront the bandit leader for the first time as an escort!"
Jiang Fa sheathed the sword with no expression on his face. He just bent down to pick up the arrow on the ground and looked at it.
The arrowhead was made of pig iron, hardened and rough in workmanship. It didn't look like something from a regular weapons shop, but more like it was secretly forged in a blacksmith's shop.
"These bandits are not simple."
He handed the arrows to Xing Lieshan: "Ordinary bandits use bamboo arrows and wooden arrows, and the arrowheads are covered with a layer of iron at most. The arrowheads of these arrows are made of a whole piece of pig iron. They are tempered, and their penetrating power is much stronger than ordinary arrows. And the two leaders, one uses a long spear and the other uses a pair of swords. They are both seriously trained. They are not ordinary mountain bandits."
Xing Lieshan took the arrow and looked at it over and over again, his face gradually darkened.
"You're right."
He threw the arrow to the ground, the arrowhead nailed into the soil, and the tail of the arrow buzzed and trembled.
"This group of people is not like ordinary bandits. Ordinary bandits rob the road and attack lone caravans. Our escort has five mule carts and more than a dozen escorts. We have clear flags. We look like a regular escort team at first glance. Ordinary bandits see the Weiyuan Escort Agency flag and have no time to hide. How can they dare to charge head-on?"
He squatted down, groped for a while on the corpse of the gun-wielding bandit, and pulled off a wooden sign from his waist.
On the front of the wooden sign is engraved a crooked word "", and on the back is a pattern of a mountain peak.
"Black Wind Stronghold."
Xing Lieshan's face turned even uglier.
Jiang Fa frowned. "Black Wind Stronghold?"
"Black Wind Ridge is the largest bandit village outside."
Xing Lieshan stood up, weighed the wooden sign in his hand, and explained,
"The leader of the village is nicknamed 'Black Whirlwind'. He is a master of Peak An Jin. He has hundreds of people under his command. There are at least twenty or thirty Ming Jin warriors, and no less than five An Jin leaders.
In the past few years, eight out of ten robberies on the Black Wind Ridge business road were committed by them."
He put the wooden sign into his arms and continued, "However, this group of people has always only been active in the Black Wind Ridge area. They rarely come to the official road to rob escorts. Black Wind Stronghold is at least thirty or forty miles away from here. They came all the way to the official road to set up an ambush. There is something evil about this."
Jiang Fa's eyes fell on the two corpses, thoughtfully.
Zhao Chuan walked over, covering the wound on his arm, his face still a little pale.
In the melee just now, he was stabbed by a bandit. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and the bleeding was stopped with gold wound medicine.
"Boss Xing, these bandits have something quenched on their knives."
Zhao Chuan handed over the lancet in his hand. The blade was covered with a layer of dark green mucus and gave off a pungent fishy smell.
Xing Lieshan took the knife and smelled it, his face suddenly changed. "Bone-Rotting Grass!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the gangsters around him changed.
Bone-Rotting Grass is a poisonous weed that is a specialty of Black Wind Ridge. When the juice is stained on the wound, the skin and flesh may become ulcerated, and the poisonous gas may penetrate into the bones and the entire arm may become useless.
"These sons of bitches!"
Xing Lieshan cursed, turned around and shouted at the gangsters,
"Whoever is scratched by a knife should quickly cut out the wound and wash it with strong liquor! Don't be reluctant to part with that piece of meat. When the poison takes effect, the entire arm will not be saved!"
The waiters hurriedly dug out the wine bags and gold medicine. Two of them pulled out their daggers on the spot and cut out the rotten flesh around the wound with their teeth. They were sweating profusely in pain but said nothing.
Jiang Fa looked at Zhao Chuan: "How are you?"
Zhao Chuan looked frightened. "I'm okay, the wound is not deep. Fortunately, it was treated in time."
He paused, his voice was very low,
"Jiang Fa, something is wrong with this batch of goods. Ordinary caravans escorting silk and satin porcelain are being robbed by Black Wind Stronghold? And Bone-Rotting Grass was tempered on the knife in advance?"
Judging from his tone, it was obvious that this escort was somewhat unexpected.
Jiang Fa didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
He also felt something was wrong.
Xing Lieshan is obviously aware of this.
He squatted next to the mule cart, lifted a corner of the oilcloth and looked inside, then reached out and knocked on the cargo box, listening to the sound, his face became more solemn.
"Boss Xing." Jiang Fa walked up to him and asked, "What exactly is this shipment carrying?"
Xing Lieshan stood up and lowered his voice. "Master Lin told me about silk and porcelain, but I just took a look and found that the weight of those cargo boxes was wrong. The satin and porcelain are not that heavy. This box seems to be filled with iron blocks."
He glanced around and confirmed that the other couriers were busy treating the wounds, then he leaned into Jiang Fa's ear and said, "Master Lin personally handled this batch of goods. Even I don't know the details. Master Lin specifically told me before leaving that no matter what happens on the road, the cargo box must not be opened."
Jiang Fa was silent for a moment and said, "No matter what the fate is, the top priority is to get to Lin County as soon as possible. Black Wind Stronghold has defeated two leaders and will never give up. The next wave of people who come may not be as simple as a dozen bandits."