Farming in troubled times: Anyone who stops me from getting rich will die!

The wind howled and the rain poured down.

Qianbai's body seemed to be blown up by the wind, but the bones and muscles in the hand holding the sword were exploding.

Li Yao wiped his face that was hit by the rain, his vision blurred.

"Brother Jifeng, lean forward to the left." Suddenly her eyes brightened, and the blade seemed to be right in front of her.

Just as he was about to slash Xiaojiu's body, a sharp arrow pierced him.

At the same time, a long knife blew across, and the surrounding rain and wind stopped at the same time.

"Whoosh~"

"Bangchi~"

"TuTu~"

The dead soldier who attacked Xiao Jiu was torn apart by sharp arrows, and his bloody head rolled into the thorns. Half of his body was like a torn rag, blown up by the wind, and then abandoned by the wind. Hit the ground hard.

"Little Nine!"

Li Yueyan shouted, holding up the person swaying in the wind and rain.

He held the knife with one hand and swung it again, but no one of the dozens of dead soldiers dared to step forward.

Every time he took a step, the dead soldiers took a step back.

"The King of War?"

Some of the dead soldiers were shocked, angry and sad.

Li Yueyan's dark eyes were filled with anger, and water droplets fell from his eyelashes.

Hatred and pain hit the top of his head.

He is not the only one suffering in this world, the people in his hands are far more difficult than him, and they are extremely difficult.

His cognition was once again shocked to pieces.

Resentment turns into hatred, and these people in front of me will die badly!

The tiger-capturing knife dragged against the red mud, making a dull and heart-wrenching sound.

"Roar!"

After this sound, the heads of the five dead soldiers in front of them were flying, and their eyes could not be closed.

Li Yueyan put Xiaojiu aside.

"Uncle Yueyan!" Xiaojiu's voice sounded like a broken gong. He was so weak that he could only distinguish the people in front of him by their silhouettes.

"Wait!"

A voice as dull as a mountain invaded his head, and Xiao Jiu drooped his heavy eyelids.

Uncle Cai waited for an opportunity and ran over, but the war was not over yet.

Li Yueyan went back again, and every time he raised the knife, a dead soldier fell.

For a moment, everyone forgot to breathe.

After Uncle Huang stabbed the sword, his eyes were full of excitement. That's right, these are the descendants of the War King!

How could a blood-devouring king give birth to a coward?

No matter how many times he was imprisoned in the past, he would finally have the moment when his bloodline awakened.

"Kill!" Uncle Huang shouted furiously.

So the sound of chugging, swishing, and swords could be heard all the time.

Hundreds of Jiaji dead soldiers were also attacked by this crazy and lifeless attack at this moment, and only less than ten people were killed.

Wang Zheng's hands were numb. After "Tutu" the two of them, he glanced in the direction of Li Yueyan.

He has to run!

So he hurriedly rushed through the thorns not far away and disappeared into the jungle.

"Brother Jifeng, there are five more."

Li Yao wiped the water from his face again.

"Where did you say it was?"

"You can't see it yourself!"

"I can't see!"

Li Yao groaned, "You want me to be an eagle?"

Li Jifeng lowered his eyes and said "hmm" for a long time.

"300 meters ahead, keep to the right!"

Li Yao said two more directions, and the sharp arrow killed two of the five people.

Wang Zheng turned around and ran back. Both feet were bloody.

"Oh, I don't think I need to pretend to be a mysterious person." He grinned and let Yao'er look at his injuries.

Li Yao quickly removed the barbs from both of his calves, "It's necessary. Who knows if there are eyes behind this."

If they still have those eyes, they can let people know that they are not just helpless mud-legged people, but they are also protected by someone behind them.

Wang Zheng did not refute. Anyway, his daughter's words were not wrong, and neither were her thoughts.

"Let's go!" He got up.

The fighting over there is also over.

When they reunited, the remaining three also fell.

"Dad!" Li Yao ran over.

"Go see Xiaojiu first!" Li Yueyan walked quickly without even thinking about carrying the person.

For the first time, Li Yao was treated roughly by her father and she was left floating in the air in a very embarrassed state.

Dad! I am your biological daughter.

"Yao'er, show everyone quickly," Li Yueyan put down Li Yao impatiently.

Li Yao finished breathing and didn't dare to delay at all.

And Li Yueyan strode away again, "I'm going to see if there are any survivors."

Uncle Huang was not injured, so he went with him.

"Daddy, move them into the cave."

Several people were injured to varying degrees. The rain outside had not stopped yet, so they had to go back to the cave first.

So Wang Zheng carried Xiaojiu on his back.

Fourth Uncle Cai carried Hei Mian half of his body, while the others supported each other.

Fortunately, in about 10 minutes, everyone returned to the cave.

Fourth Uncle Cai lit up a fire with quick hands and feet.

"Uncle Cai, did you give Xiaojiu some water?" Li Yao checked Xiaojiu first.

"Ok!"

Li Yao went to see it.

I am sure that Xiao Jiu is not dead yet, but I also know that this time I have damaged my foundation again.

There were dozens of large and small wounds on his body, the most eye-catching one was the one-foot-long and half-finger-deep stab wound on his back.

Even though Li Yao thought he was well-informed, he was shocked by the wounds all over his body.

"Daddy, come out of the enclosure. I want to treat Xiaojiu's injuries alone."

Wang Zheng kept watching, his eyebrows knitted together, and he took a few breaths.

He also asked in a low voice, "Can I be saved?"

Although the voice was small, it struck everyone's heart. Especially the black face, a face as pale as ashes, reacted.

He turned around and said, "Hi~"

Ignoring the pain, I waited for the verdict.

"Of course!" Li Yao smiled at everyone, "If I don't let him die, he won't die!"

At the end, add another sentence, "Same for you!"

"Broken legs, broken hands, missing pieces of flesh, these are all minor problems!"

Everyone thought she was bragging a bit, but they were inexplicably inspired.

While Wang Zheng and Li Jifeng were enclosing the land for Xiaojiu, Li Yao treated the wounds of several others.

Several people suffered stab wounds of varying degrees.

Except for Xiao Huang who had no stitches, Zhu Tong and Zhang Butcher had more than a dozen stitches.

The black face looked like a big broken doll, with more than a hundred stitches all over his body, and one hand hanging on his neck.

"Brother Jifeng, boil some hot water and make some medicine for everyone."

After Li Yao gave his instructions, he hurriedly went to see Xiao Jiu.

Wang Zheng was very fast and had already surrounded a wooden room and came out, blocking everyone's view.

Hei Lian was worried and wanted to guard Xiao Jiu.

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry as a father. Why are you, a master, in a hurry?"

Wang Zheng stopped him.

The black face took a look and moved back to the fire angrily.

He was also afraid that others would interrogate him, so he kept his head hanging and pretended to be dead.

However, he thought too much.

These men all seemed to have lost their memory, as if they had never heard what Li Yueyan said.

He didn't even ask the black face any questions.

Only Butcher Zhang complained a few words, "I'm not good at studying!"

He deliberately broke the awkward silence and said, "Master Blackface, the few tricks you taught me are not enough!"

Xiao Huang simply moved closer to the black face and said, "Master, you can accept me this time!"

Zhu Tong, who never said much, said, "Ahem, I also want to learn more."

Fourth Uncle Cai sighed, "If you ask me, we have to start from childhood. At our age, we can protect ourselves."

The black face suddenly raised his head, his eyes scarlet.

"Okay! When I get better, I'll teach you all! I'll teach you the doll too! Not to mention how extraordinary it is, at least I can protect myself."

He choked, "I thank you!"

"Thanks for what?"

Wang Zheng came in with a bundle of freshly chopped firewood, and his legs were soaked in blood again.