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The last two barbarian soldiers who jumped out of the window held a barbarian soldier's long knife in each hand.

And another soldier with an injured arm was holding only a kitchen knife in his hand.

There was no other way, the barbarian soldier's weapon had been taken away by Song Ping before, so he had to make do with a kitchen knife.

Relying on the strength of his weapon, Song Ping was full of courage and took the initiative to kill the past.

Both sides fight.

Soon, with a "clang", the hundred-forged steel knife cut off the long knife of the barbarian soldier again.

With broken knives and kitchen knives and injuries, these barbarian soldiers were no match for Song Ping.

The battle is completely one-sided.

Swish!Song Ping slashed at a very tricky angle, and chopped off a barbarian soldier's head.

A strange demon force emerged from the corpse of the barbarian soldier and was sucked into Song Ping's body.

Song Ping's physical strength returned to its full strength.

"@#￥@!..."

The remaining two barbarian soldiers yelled and turned to run away at a very fast speed.

Song Ping threw out the hundred-forged steel knife in his hand. With the sound of the wind, the hundred-forged steel knife crossed a distance of four or five meters and pierced into the back of the barbarian soldier holding the kitchen knife.

Holding a kitchen knife, the barbarian soldier threw himself forward, bleeding profusely from his back.

Although Song Ping didn't have a weapon in his hand for a while.

But when the only remaining barbarian soldier heard the screams of his companions, he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he didn't dare to turn his head, and quickly fled away by rolling and crawling.

Song Ping knew he couldn't catch up, so he didn't go after him. He walked over and drew the hundred-forged steel knife from the barbarian soldier's back, and ended the barbarian soldier's suffering with one blow.

So far, Song Ping has killed six barbarian soldiers.

There are a total of fifteen barbarian soldiers in the village, and now there are still nine barbarian soldiers left.

Song Ping searched for the loot, and found several money bags from several barbarian soldiers. Together, there were about five taels of broken silver and a large handful of copper coins.

Song Ping thought it was troublesome to carry it on his body, so he just took the broken silver and put it on his body.

There were also several cans of black plaster in bamboo tubes, but Song Ping didn't want them either.

The only most valuable loot is a intact barbarian soldier's long knife.

Search for loot.

Song Ping turned his gaze and walked towards a haystack more than ten meters away.

The haystacks are only bare feet high, and a thin layer is spread on the ground.

"Come out!" Song Ping said, picking up the haystack with the tip of his knife.

But he saw that there was actually a wooden board under the haystack. From the gaps in the wooden board, he could see the darkness below. It was obvious that this was a hole in the ground.

Song Ping used the tip of his knife to pick apart the board.

I saw a nest of villagers shivering and hiding in the burrow, huddled together, a total of seven or eight people, including men, women and children.

Especially seeing the fresh blood on Song Ping's hundred-forged steel knife, the blood on Song Ping's body.

These villagers all looked at Song Ping with extremely frightened and even desperate eyes.

There was a tragic fight outside just now, but they only heard the sound, but they didn't know what happened.

"Don't worry, I'm not those barbarian soldiers." Song Ping let himself smile, but it didn't seem to have much effect, and the villagers were still trembling with fear.

"*&&*..."

A white-haired old man bravely said something, pitiful, as if begging for mercy.

Song Ping naturally couldn't understand, so he gave up communicating.

So he pointed to two of the men, a young man in his twenties, and a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

"come out!"

The two men couldn't understand Song Ping's words, but at least they could understand Song Ping's gestures.

Under Song Ping's "threatening" gaze, the two men had no choice but to get out of the hole trembling.

Song Ping threw the bag of copper coins into the cave, and handed the kitchen knife and the barbarian soldier's long knife to the two men respectively.

Then Song Ping pointed to the corpses of the barbarian soldiers on the ground.

The two men followed the direction of Song Ping's finger, and then they saw the corpses of the barbarian soldiers on the ground, and their faces became paler, and their expressions were extremely frightened.

Under Song Ping's gestures, they gradually understood what Song Ping meant.

Let them help kill the enemy.

Of course, because of the language barrier, the specific meanings are naturally different. As far as the combat effectiveness of these villagers is concerned, Song Ping certainly does not expect them to be of much help.

But at least being able to hold a weapon can give him momentum and distract enemies.

There were fifteen barbarian soldiers in the village, six of them were killed by him, and nine remained.

Those nine people probably knew the danger by now, and they probably didn't dare to separate easily. If so, Song Ping might have to fight one against nine by then.

Although the combat effectiveness of these villagers is not strong, it can relieve him some pressure.

Of course, if the enemy dared to continue to scatter to find Song Ping, that would be even better, just let Song Ping continue to defeat them one by one.

Relying on his familiarity with the village, Song Ping found the hiding places of several villagers, and quickly gathered nine young and middle-aged male villagers.

Including Song Ping, there are a total of ten people, at least already occupying an advantage in terms of numbers.

Of course, the combat effectiveness cannot be compared.

There was no trace of these barbarian soldiers in the village, but this group of barbarian soldiers must not leave quickly with the female villagers and the looted property.

Song Ping led nine male villagers, and sure enough, they easily caught up with the group of barbarian soldiers before the entrance of the village and blocked their way.

"!@#...&..."

The wounded barbarian soldier looked at Song Ping in surprise and anger, pointed at Song Ping and yelled.

The nine barbarian soldiers looked at Song Ping warily.

Out of the fifteen barbarian soldiers, six of them were lost in Song Ping's hands. Naturally, this group of barbarian soldiers did not dare to be arrogant in front of Song Ping.

And now Song Ping is not alone, plus nine male villagers,
"!@#!@&..." The barbarian soldiers headed yelled at Song Ping sternly, as if they were threatening Song Ping to make way.

Song Ping didn't understand, so naturally he didn't bother to pay attention.

Holding the knife, Da Lala stood at the intersection, and even spat on the ground to express his disdain.

The nine barbarian soldiers were enraged by Song Ping's provocation, and they kept yelling at Song Ping, but their words, in the case of a language barrier, were completely tantamount to playing the piano against a cow.

Although the two sides did not fight immediately, the nine villagers saw that the barbarian soldiers were obviously afraid of Song Ping, which made them panic from the beginning, but now the situation is obviously much better.

At least their leader (Song Ping) seemed quite capable.

The two sides stalemate for a while, and finally the barbarian soldiers on the opposite side couldn't bear it anymore.

After all, this is the territory of the Great Xia Kingdom, and now they are in the process of retreating, if they continue to delay, maybe those Jianghu people from the Great Xia Kingdom will catch up.

"!@#@..."

The barbarian soldiers roared and rushed up in a swarm.