"In the northeast direction!"

"Hey, on the other side, what are you doing?"

The captain of the escort team lying behind the shopkeeper Feng couldn't confirm who was coming, so he used the usual way of shouting a whistle in the northeast forest to identify himself with the other party, so as to avoid unnecessary accidental injuries caused by misunderstandings.

But in fact, the people who were lying in this forest farm knew that the group of people who put the guns on the opposite side were afraid that they were not good.

Because although the realm they are in now is a little remote, the bearded people around here all know that this is the way drawn by the first master.

can make such a move without saying a word, I'm afraid it was originally for their first forest farm.

Sure enough, the person on the other side gave feedback after hearing the shouting.

It's just that this feedback is the one that the first family is most afraid of.

“сложиоружие，неубием，Намнужныденьги！”

(Surrender the gun and don't kill, all we need is money...... ）

And this kind of language, Shopkeeper Feng is very familiar.

This group of people should be the territory of the White Russian nobles on the other side of the mountain outside the forest, desolate but hidden enough.

In fact, everyone here knows that if it is the White Russian nobles, they are all exalted by them.

They must have been just a bunch of wretched creatures who had been driven out after the defeat of the revolution.

But because they were lucky enough to cross the vast desert and uninhabited territory of Siberia, they wandered around the Chinese border that could not starve to death.

In addition, in the process of migration, they had hired many outlaws from their own country, and when they really arrived in a stable place, their group of people became an unstable factor.

Now, it was the Russians who attacked them, and the shopkeeper Feng knew that he was afraid that he would not be good.

He subconsciously looked back at the number of guards behind him, seventeen or eighteen people, each with a gun, and could only hope that the person opposite was a whim.

So, the shopkeeper Feng, who didn't speak Russian, waited for his captain's next negotiations.

But as soon as the captain yelled at the other side, "невозможно!", a rain of bullets shot out towards their location.

"Fire, fire, retreat!"

"Retreat to the stronghold! Our stockade is too high and heavy to penetrate, and these bastards can't get in. ”

But as soon as the captain finished saying this, the depths of the forest on the opposite side sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and one by one, nearly half a hundred people of different races appeared.

These big hairy people who don't look like Chinese at first glance, wrapped in various kinds of mixed fur coats, one by one strong and tall, not to mention, the most terrible thing is that in this kind of snowy mountain forest where ordinary people can't pull their legs, they can roll and crawl fast.

Moreover, these people have wolf-like greed in their eyes.

It was like a beast that had been hungry for many days and suddenly released from the barren mountains into the rich plains.

The desire to pounce and bite and eat is no longer a problem that can be dealt with by ordinary means of negotiation.

Therefore, seeing this situation, the group of shopkeepers Feng didn't even say a word.

They didn't even care about the danger of turning their backs to the enemy, they just buried their heads and ran towards their camp.

'Bang!'

A small bright blood flower bloomed behind one of the first family guards.

The enemy's bullets reaped the life of an innocent young man.

But none of these escapees had time to lament and mourn, for their heads were carried in the hands of the hungry wolves behind them, just like the young man who had just died.

"Huhuhu...... It's almost there!!"

"The camp is coming soon!!"

When they saw the gate of the stockade in front of them, which was only a few hundred meters away from them, everyone was left with only joy in their hearts.

But what they didn't expect was that just when they thought they were about to see hope, another group of people jumped out of the woods below them.

The man at the head did not look like a man from the White Russian side, he must have a huge dogskin hat, gray and abrupt, and his head and face were tightly wrapped.

However, the words shouted in this person's mouth made those who fled feel even more cold, because the relatively slender man at the head spoke in Chinese, and it was also the dialect of the hometown of the shopkeeper Feng.

"Valinev!

"Arrest them all, exchange their lives for the people in the stockade and open the door!"

After listening to this shady trick, all the people who fled in a hurry were about to split, and looked at the place that was equivalent to a traitor and a traitor with an almost angry look.

They wished that they had the power of fire in their eyes, and burned this shameless person to the ground, so as to avoid greater losses from the location of the first camp.

Some of the young and vigorous guards even forgot to continue to flee, but instead raised their spears and fired hateful bullets at the vicious man.

'Whoosh ......'

A few bullets passed by the fast man, only to be greeted with a louder and more arrogant smile.

"It's you who robbed it!"

"The bastard of the first family! If you dare to send Lao Tzu here as a coolie, you must be ready to be served by Lao Tzu!"

With just one sentence, the captain of the guard who was guarding behind Shopkeeper Feng immediately confirmed the identity of this traitor.

"It's a deserter!"

"It's the coolies who were taken captive by the White Russians a few months ago!"

"That man's name is ...... It's called Zhang Dengguan!!"

The captain of the guard roared, and several members of the team who had experienced that encounter with the White Russians also remembered who this familiar figure was.

That is, since he arrived at their forest farm, he has been looking for trouble everywhere, full of troubles, and Zhang Dengguan, who is the most difficult to manage among the hard laborers.

This man, who tried everything he could to escape, and from time to time instigated the workers to strike, took a lot of the lead among them.

During one of the foremen's march into the old mountains with a large army, there was a skirmish with the White Russians, and the characters disappeared inexplicably.

It turned out that he was not eaten by the black blind man in the deep mountains and old forests, nor did he starve to death in the vast forest.

Instead, he found an opportunity to defect to the hostile White Russian aristocracy, and found an alternative way out for his so-called freedom and revenge.

Merely......

。 m.