In the Blade

The attack and defense battle in Yangjiabao ended with a tragic victory for Yangjiabao.

It was not until the bodies were counted that the people in Yangjiabao realized that this was probably not an ordinary Hu people's looting. There were more than 200 Hu people dead in the fort alone, and there were even armored generals holding fierce blades as pioneers.

Such a fierce configuration is more than enough to fight a small-scale battle, and it is enough to use it against a small village like Yangjiabao to slaughter the entire village.

Fortunately, everything is over after all.

Since the armored Hu general was chopped off with a sword, the young and strong men of Yangjiabao finally gathered for the final counterattack. Even though this counterattack had no rules and was just a desperate fight like a beast, the courage of the blood and blood bursting out when death was imminent, plus Du Chengfeng who was constantly swinging his sword to harvest lives, killed the remaining Hu people so much that they could only flee in panic and never dared to look back.

"Thanks to you, Yangjiabao can survive this crisis safely!"

Looking at the more than 30 young and strong men of Yangjiabao who survived this disaster in front of him, the old Yang Xuan couldn't help but burst into tears.

"My warriors, please accept my greetings!"

"Well..."

More than 30 young and strong men leaning on spears were silent.

There was really nothing to say. After all, they were not the ones who were mainly responsible for killing. If they were to be counted according to the record of more than 200, the number of enemies killed by these more than 30 people could only be counted as the remaining ones at most.

As for the two hundred in front, they were all the result of Du Chengfeng's killing alone.

Thinking of this, these young men with spears turned their heads to look at Du Chengfeng on the pile of corpses.

"Those corpses? Indeed."

Sensing the direction of the young men's gazes, Yang Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

"Although I should indeed reward you now, I would like to ask everyone to help me collect the corpses in the fortress. One is to prevent any epidemics from occurring in the village, and the other is to allow those warriors who died in the battle to be properly buried."

So, even with their tired bodies after the battle, these young men got busy. Fortunately, they were not the only ones responsible for collecting the corpses. The old, weak, women and children who had originally hidden in the Yangjiabao also came out to help.

It was just that when they occasionally saw their relatives and friends who died with their eyes wide open, or even their own nephews and nephews in the pile of corpses, some people could not help but shed tears secretly.

Then they gritted their teeth and continued to move the corpses of these loved ones to the empty space outside the fortress.

The bodies of the young and strong men who died in this battle, whether they were descendants of the Yang family or refugees, were buried in the cemetery of the Yang family. Although some descendants of the Yang family complained about this matter and felt that the ancestral land of the Yang family was not suitable for burying outsiders, the elderly Yang Xuan just shook his head in the face of such remarks.

"Look at the blood on the ground, it all flowed from those warriors. Can you separate the blood and distinguish between the Yang family and outsiders?"

After this, the Yang family members who had opinions were speechless.

Whether they were members of the Yang family or refugees from outside, at least after this night, their blood had indeed flowed together.

The bodies of our own people naturally need to be buried, but the bodies of the enemies are another matter.

One after another, the bodies of the Hu people were carried out, and these bodies would be burned in a fire. As for the ashes burned out, they would be sprinkled into the fields according to the rules of the ancestors. It is said that this will make these damned Hu people never free, and of course, the most important thing is that it is said that this will make the crops grow better.

After the last Hu corpse was carried away, the trouble that Yangjiabao least wanted to face at the moment was finally placed in front of everyone.

"Hey..."

Looking at Du Chengfeng lying on the ground, the old Yang Xuan couldn't help but feel a little toothache.

"Who is that, Lao Li, right? How did you call him just now?"

"I..."

Carpenter Li, who was called over, hesitated and didn't know how to start for a while.

He didn't know why he could call Du Chengfeng at that time. You know, he was almost scared to death at that time. But when he saw Du Chengfeng, who had killed all the Hu people, swinging his big knife and preparing to continue to chop and kill those young and strong men in Yangjiabao, he still rushed down from the corner tower and stood in front of the other party.

As for why he stood up even though he knew he might be killed, Carpenter Li really didn't know. He didn't think so much at that time.

Maybe it was just because he felt that this young man who often came to help him was quite kind, well-educated, and willing to work hard, so he would not be a bad guy who killed innocent people?

"Uncle, I think we should not keep him."

Just when Carpenter Li was still a little dazed, Yang Sanlang, who had changed his pants, came over and pushed Carpenter Li aside.

"It's true that he fainted now, but that's just because he was exhausted. If he wakes up and wants to kill my Yang family again, will we really have any power to fight back?"

"You..."

Yang Xuan couldn't help but frown.

From a rational point of view, Yang Sanlang's worry is not unreasonable. After all, if Carpenter Li hadn't called a halt just now, Yangjiabao might have been killed. But no matter what, Du Chengfeng in front of him was still a hero who saved the entire Yangjiabao from the Hu people's front. If he was killed while he was unprepared, wouldn't it be a bit too...

"Uncle, I know this is not good, but for Yangjiabao, I am willing to be the bad guy."

As he said this, Yang Sanlang had already picked up a spear from the ground.

Holding the spear upside down, Yang Sanlang twisted his waist and hips, swung his arm, and threw the bloody spear towards Du Chengfeng's heart.

This is Yang Sanlang's famous skill. The powerful and heavy spear is enough to nail a person to the ground, not to mention that Du Chengfeng, the target, has lost consciousness and has no power to fight back.

However, at this moment, an arc of light flashed in the air.

The powerful spear broke into two pieces silently and fell to the ground.

Yang Sanlang saw the knife.

Even though Du Chengfeng had lost consciousness and was lying on the ground, the ancestral sword that should have belonged to his Yang family was already pointed at Yang Sanlang's neck.

Being pointed at by the big knife, he felt like a pig that had been tied up and was waiting to be slaughtered.

"Ah!!!"

The pungent smell of blood hit him in the face, and Yang Sanlang screamed and sat down on the ground again in fear.

He had to change his pants again.

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