Asked about a mute, Zhong Limei felt a little helpless. Fortunately, he couldn't speak, but it was just a little troublesome to communicate. As long as he was not deaf or blind, it would be fine.

However, although the old man was not deaf, his ears certainly didn't work very well. His cloudy eyes looked at Zhong Limei with obvious doubts, and he kept gesticulating with his hands, as if he didn't hear clearly what Zhong Limei just said to him.

Zhong Limei had no choice but to patiently increase his volume and ask again clearly:

"Old man, have you been working here?"

This time the old man understood and nodded hurriedly, almost falling down because of his limited legs and feet.

Zhong Limei frowned, feeling a little strange in his heart. He did not reach out to help him, but just watched the old man regain his balance and continued to ask:

"Did you see anyone passing by here?"

The old man nodded quickly and pointed to the road to his right with a dancing gesture, which meant that the person was heading that way.

Zhong Limei didn't think much about it this time. After thanking him, he turned around and walked a few steps in that direction, intending to simply see if Ji Bu had left any traces.

As soon as he took two steps forward, Zhong Limei's expression suddenly changed.

No! There is murderous intent!

He turned around quickly and shouted a warning, "Be careful, there is an ambush!"

But this time, just like before, it was half a beat too slow.

The old man, who just now had difficulty with his legs and feet, took one step and shook it three times, suddenly changed his attitude, and neatly took out a throwing knife, or a large dart, and flicked it with his backhand, hitting a soldier in the throat.

His screams coincided with Zhong Limei's reminder.

Without waiting for the remaining soldiers to react, the old man immediately turned over and jumped neatly, stepped on the head of the front soldier's horse, holding a large dart in each hand, and cut the opponent with a simple overlapping hand.

Seal the throat.

Then there were several consecutive jumps, neatly harvesting the lives of the remaining six or seven soldiers. The whole process did not take more than two breaths, and the movements were not sloppy. Every move went straight to the fatal point. It looked like he had been specially trained in killing methods.

of professionals.

As soon as Zhong Limei took out his new sword and took two steps, all his men were already killed by the opponent.

I don't blame him for not being in time, the main reason is that the old man is very calculating.

The gate of the fenced yard was to the right. The imperial soldiers followed Zhong Limei and basically stopped on the left side. Zhong Limei himself was fooled by him and took a few big steps to the right, and the distance between the two sides suddenly widened.

Seeing that his last remaining brothers were all killed, Zhong Limei was so angry that he immediately attacked the mute old man.

The old man was not afraid at all and rushed forward waving his double darts.

As the saying goes, an inch short is an inch dangerous. This short weapon is the most dangerous to use. It is dangerous to the person who uses it, and it is also dangerous to the person who uses it.

Generally short weapons are daggers, but this old man made two extended darts about twice as long as ordinary concealed weapon darts, but they are still much shorter than normal daggers, making them more dexterous and dangerous to use.

As soon as he came up, the old man jumped directly into Zhong Limei's "arms". He avoided Zhong Limei's long sword with his body dexterously, and a pair of long darts went straight towards the opponent's wrists, shoulders, waist, abdomen and other key joints.

At such a short distance, Zhong Limei couldn't swing his sword away at all, so he could only use his hands and feet constantly to entangle the opponent with close combat skills while trying to distance himself.

Zhong Limei's swordsmanship is basically mediocre, but his ability in close-quarters combat is remarkable. After all, he majors in the ancestral wind-chasing arc arrow, but archery is not very good at close quarters.

It's just that he can defend himself in close combat, but it's not enough to kill enemies, so he usually uses a sword.

At this time, it worked wonders. Although the mute old man's attack was fast and dangerous, he was unable to defeat him for a while, and even found time to counterattack.

But he also failed to get rid of the other party, and was always firmly stuck to the old man.

Seeing that his offensive could not achieve results for a while, the mute old man decisively changed his mind and no longer targeted the various vital points on Zhong Limei's body, but focused on his hands and wrists - the actual purpose was not to hurt people, but to disarm them.

He wants to force Zhong Limei to abandon his sword!

Although the distance between the two was too close, so that the sword in Zhong Limei's hand could not exert much effect, it still caused obstacles for the mute old man at critical moments, causing him to fail repeatedly.

The damage of this sword blade is much greater than that of fists and kicks. After all, Zhong Limei is not a naturally gifted player. A casual punch can knock the bile out of someone.

The mute old man was really good at fighting, and his thoughts changed very promptly and effectively. After all the attention that originally needed to be distracted was concentrated on Zhong Limei's hands and wrists, the pressure on him immediately skyrocketed.

There was almost no movement on the legs of the two people. Their bodies were close to each other, and their four hands were constantly pushing and flying within a short distance of half a foot. It was like doing Tai Chi push hands, but the speed was so fast that it was enough for people to watch.

dazzled.

The sword in Zhong Limei's hand was the focus of the confrontation between the two. It was constantly being held and loosened.

In just a few breaths, the two of them went back and forth for more than ten rounds. In the end, Zhong Limei still failed to keep his weapon and let the sword fall to the ground.

Seeing the opportunity, the mute old man immediately accelerated his offensive, using both limbs in an effort to cause damage as quickly as possible.

Zhong Limei's empty-handed reception was even more debilitating, but it also allowed him to find an opportunity to slightly increase the distance by two steps at the cost of receiving two elbow blows from the opponent.

Although the opponent immediately moved forward again, Zhong Limei was still able to draw out the iron bow from his back, use it as a whip-like weapon, and hit the opponent's head.

Archers have been fighting in close combat since ancient times!

For Zhong Limei, the iron bow is obviously more efficient to use than the sword, and even more natural than his fists and kicks. He is indeed a man who can shoot arrows into flowers.

The mute old man was stunned for a moment and asked Zhong Limei to use his bow to force him back.

Zhong Limei took the opportunity to draw an arrow and set up his bow, and shot three times at the mute old man.

The trajectory of the three arrows is more bizarre than the last, which can be called snake-skin movement.

It wasn't for nothing that the old man did it. He moved twice in mid-air and managed to avoid them all.

It's a pity that he still doesn't understand Zhong Limei well enough.

The first two of the three arrows missed and hit the ground directly, but the third one turned in a large arc, turned 180 degrees, and shot at the mute old man from behind again.

This time he was really caught off guard, and he only had time to avoid the vital point, and let the arrow grazed his abdomen, causing a splash of blood.

The arrow was snatched back into Zhong Limei's hand.

The mute old man lowered his head and glanced at his wound. He didn't care. He clenched the long dart in his hand and gave Zhong Limei a dark smile.

This little skin injury had no effect on him, and now he had remembered how powerful Zhong Limei's arrows were.

Next, you won’t give the other party a chance to play!

Zhong Limei tightened his bow and stared at the mute old man while carefully observing his surroundings.

Since the farmer deliberately set up an ambush in this area, then... would this be the only old man?

Just at this time, a gust of wind blew by, and the hem of Zhong Limei's military uniform was blown by, and the leaves on the ground blew by with the wind.

Zhong Limei felt a strong and frightening pressure.

This pressure is definitely not brought by the old man in front of me... and it is still increasing.

Cold sweat fell down drop by drop from Zhong Limei's forehead. Finally, he couldn't hold it back any longer and turned around to shoot an arrow somewhere behind him.

Chasing Wind Arc Arrow!

The arrow pierced the wind and broke the leaves, turned in an arc, and hit the forest on the slope.

Tian Hu and Mr. Jin, who had just arrived, were the targets of Zhong Limei's arrow.

Seeing the rapidly approaching arrows, Mr. Jin was about to unsheath his sword, but Tian Hu grinned, raised his hand and pressed down three points from the opponent's unsheathed sword.

Then he raised his other hand and faced the wind-chasing arc arrow that was heading towards his face. The invisible internal force stopped the arrow in the air and held it in his palm.

"Hmph! An arrow that can turn?" Tian Hu teased in a disdainful tone, "So you can predict the flight path of the arrow? It's really interesting!"

"You know what's even more interesting?"

"Can you predict your next life or death?"

Tian Hu's tone gradually became ferocious and sinister. He squeezed his hand hard, and the arrow made of fine steel was directly twisted into a twist by his internal force through the air. Finally, with a backhand, he returned the twist to Zhong Limei.

Zhong Limei jumped forward to avoid his awkward arrow, and picked up the long sword on the ground.

At the same time, after the 'twist' fell to the ground, it quickly disintegrated into small pieces. It was obvious that Tian Hu had completely destroyed its internal structure with internal force.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Limei's eyes darkened and his face darkened - the enemy's strength was a bit beyond his imagination.

The saying "there is no day in the sky, but there are fierce tigers in the fields" cannot be regarded as pure flattery. The strength of Tian Meng and Tian Hu brothers is not bad.

Among them, the elder brother Tian Meng can be regarded as both civil and military, while the younger brother Tian Hu basically relies on his own force to speak for himself.

This strong internal force can also be considered as a sideways display of his strength - the boss and his second son who are dragged around every day are not without confidence.

"Mute slave, you are too slow, step back!" Tian Hu ordered the mute old man - the mute slave.

The latter nodded and withdrew honestly.

Zhong Limei didn't know Tian Hu because he had never seen him before, but he probably guessed his identity.

"Are you the leader of the peasant bandits?"

Openly sending people to attack the imperial soldiers can indeed directly turn the peasants into bandits.

Tian Hu ignored him, and Mr. Jin took the initiative to ask for a fight, "Second Master, leave this person to me."

Tian Hu glanced at him sideways and did not reject the request. He just asked in a deep voice, "Solve it quickly. I don't have the patience to waste time here!"

Mr. Jin nodded slightly, walked towards Zhong Limei, stopped a dozen steps away under the intense gaze of the other party, and said coldly:

"Your fate is bad, we are in a hurry, just suffer death!"

His tone was as low and gentle as ever, but his words were full of murderous intent.
To be continued...