The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire.

Cheng Li, who was wearing a cloak, stood proudly on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, and looked coldly down the mountain.

As far as the eye can see, there is a boundless wasteland. One of the roads leads straight to a vast pasture.

A three-foot high wooden fence encloses the pasture like a pocket. At the mouth of the bag, there is a huge wooden archway standing majestically. The Diao Dou flagpole inside the door seems to be even more unattainable.

There is also a flag on the pole, and the flag is embroidered with a lifelike, extraordinary war horse. The evening breeze blows, and there is a faint sound of neighing horses in the wind, which is endless.

This is the Iron Horse Ranch, and it is also the foundation of the Iron Horse Gate. For the Iron Horse Gate, as long as this ranch is still there, as long as the ten thousand horses in the ranch are still neighing, no matter how many heads die, it doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt the vitality at all.

A breeze blew, and a dark cloud drifted across the night sky, just blocking the moon. Between heaven and earth, there was darkness everywhere.

At this moment, Cheng Li suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled up the hood of his cloak to cover most of his face. Then he jumped and quickly slid down the slope of the cliff.

Extremely fast. But in a moment, Cheng Li had already passed through the tall archway and entered the ranch range. Looking around, I saw that the houses were continuous, and I couldn't count how many houses there were in a hurry. But the most eye-catching of all these is definitely the hall in the middle of the ranch.

Because at this moment, the hall is brightly lit, and from time to time there are rough laughter and singing, coming from the hall. There were no sentry posts around. It seemed that everyone in the ranch was gathering in the hall for a feast.

Everything seems to be calm. But Cheng Li subconsciously always felt that something seemed wrong. He narrowed his eyes and reached to his waist. Where it was tentacle, there seemed to be a cold and hard feeling.

It's a gun. A special belt hangs a holster on each of them. Two custom-made Browning M1911 pistols are lying quietly in their holsters, waiting for their owners to summon them. The one on the left hand side is full of golden light. The one on the right hand side is shining silver. At first glance, it looks gorgeous.

Compared to the Colt Merlin revolver, the Browning M1911 has a larger load, more ferocious firepower, and is also more accurate and faster when firing. But all of the above is not a reason for Cheng Li to abandon the revolver and use these two pistols instead.

The real reason, Cheng Li once got advice. Once the second awakening has been successfully obtained, it is best to switch to these two Browning M1911s. When the time comes, there will be surprises that he did not expect.

The person who told Cheng Li was an old man. He is not good-looking, but he is the most intelligent and knowledgeable scholar on the planet, and has the most in-depth study of the looters and their powers. It was he who transplanted the "tattoo" to Cheng Li's body, and eventually led him to the present world.

Although, Cheng Li seems to be in conflict with this old man. Every time they meet, they can't say three words, and the two will definitely quarrel over all kinds of trivial things. But there is no doubt that if there is anyone else who can make Cheng Li believe unconditionally and entrust him with his life, then there is only one old man in the heavens and the earth and the whole world.

Why? The reason is simple. Because without this old man, there would be no Cheng Li at all. It was he who "picked up" Cheng Li from the wilderness and made Cheng Li a human being, not a real wolf.

Therefore, even if no one has ever spoken to each other. But between Cheng Li and this old man, there is a real relationship, like a biological father and son.

Cheng Li had undergone the most rigorous training and was proficient in the use of almost any individual weapon. Although he felt that the old man had specially instructed himself to use these two gold and silver pistols, it seemed a little strange. But since it's not a big deal, it doesn't matter.

In addition, although Cheng Li's "tattoo" leads to an unknown space, and a large number of items can be stored in it, which can be accessed at any time. But this method is actually very shocking.

Although Ling Yushi didn't know the details of the "tattoo", she understood what this means of doing so. Therefore, before Cheng Li set out to investigate the million-dollar silver robbery this time, Ling Yushi specially turned around and advised Cheng Li with extremely euphemistic words, and he should pay a little attention.

Cheng Li thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. So I specially asked Ling Yushi to help, and sewed an armed belt from cowhide, plus two holsters. Put two Browning M1911s inside the holster. Outside plus a cloak to disguise.

In this way, Cheng Li can usually carry a gun and swagger in and out of public places. I'm not afraid that I'll be eye-catching everywhere.

Mentally and physically, they are ready to shoot at any time. Cheng Li took a big step and walked towards the hall of the Iron Horse Ranch. In a moment, he had reached the base of the hall wall.

Hear it more clearly. All kinds of sounds passed through the walls and kept coming to my ears. Distinguish carefully, among them are cheers, laughter, cursing, crying, and ......

Wait, crying and *?

Cheng Li was stunned. Between the eyebrows, there was already a bit of gloom.

He "saw." Although there was still a wall between them, Cheng Li, as a robber, had already "seen" the situation in the hall. If there was one word to describe it, it would be "hell"!

The flaming torches planted in the walls illuminated the entire hall as bright as day. The hall was covered with thick carpets, and the big men with fierce faces and fierce expressions were sitting, standing, or lying on the carpets.

On the ground next to it, there were piles of wine jars everywhere. In addition, a fire was set up, on which several pigs and a dozen sheep were roasted. The pork and mutton have been roasted to a golden brown, and from time to time large grease drips and makes a sizzling sound. These big men drank and ate meat to their heart's content. The smell of meat and wine fills the house.

At the end of the hall was a platform two feet higher than the ground. On the platform, there are three chairs. A tiger skin, a leopard skin, and a wolf skin.

On the tiger skin chair, there is a big man with a beard. He wore a foot-wide leather belt around his waist, a strange-shaped scimitar with a silver sheath and a black handle diagonally stuck in the belt, and a wine glass in his hand.

The wine glass is not too big in his hand, but other people may not be able to hold it even with two hands.

The big man was holding a wine glass left and right, but his right hand was holding a beautiful young woman, constantly going up and down. The sound of laughter was like a thunderstorm in the middle of the day, which shook people's ears and buzzed.

The person sitting at the leopard skin chair was dressed in white like snow. He wore a golden crown on his head, a gold belt around his waist, and a long sword hanging from it, and the jewels set in the scabbard shone brightly. At the end of the sword spike, there is a pearl the size of a dragon's eye.

Dressed like this, he seems to be a high-spirited teenager. But in fact, he already had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. If you look closely, you can find that there is a mature and chic demeanor in him, which is not something that any young person can learn to imitate.

But such a mature and dashing swordsman is holding a flower letter girl who is only about sixteen or seventeen years old at this moment. What he did to this girl was no more than what the rough man did.

As for the last wolfskin chair, there is a famous Fuso ronin. He has a sallow complexion, thick eyebrows and a wide nose, wears a black silk robe, and walks on wood. There was a seven-foot long knife beside him,

This ronin samurai also has someone in his arms. However, it was not a woman, but a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old. His appearance was very similar to that of the beautiful woman and the maiden. It seems that most of the three belong to the relationship between mother and son and sister and brother.

At this moment, the mother, son, sister and brother were all disheveled, with tears streaming down their faces, desperately struggling to get out of the clutches. Unfortunately, it can't be done at all.

All their efforts, in the end, are just to make the big man, the man in white, and the Fusang ronin more fun.