Chapter 13: Let the Flames Turn into the Rising Sun

In order to survive, the little yellow warbler and the little pink wolf almost unreservedly put together all their family resources.

Among the several major forces in the White Waist Mountain, the Waist Mountain Tiger is the strongest, but this time the other two are very united, and the people and horses of the Waist Mountain Tiger are gradually unable to support it.

The horse's face protected the waist mountain tiger and fled all the way to Dazhai, as long as he returned to Dazhai, the danger was much smaller.

"What the hell is going on? Well, why did those two dogs go crazy at us? ”

"Brother Tiger, I just caught a live mouth, and I heard that someone released a dark arrow at the little yellow warbler and the little pink wolf! In order to survive, those two guys led people to ask us for an explanation, but they ran into an ambush halfway up the mountain! ”

"What?"

The waist mountain tiger's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his heart sank to the bottom. It must have been calculated, this is a conspiracy, someone wants to provoke a chaotic war between the three families, so as to profit from it.

Waist Mountain Tiger had some eyebrows in his heart, but he didn't plan to explain to the other two parties, because even if he explained, the other party would not listen.

Except for the fact that the dark arrow was not sent by himself, everything else is true. I really want to be a fisherman, and I did ambush soldiers in the middle of the mountain, and this black pot can't be shaken off.

Finally ran a distance, and the face of the horse next to him let out a cry.

"Oh...... Brother Tiger, look, our stockade ......"

As far as the eye can see, the smoke is billowing in the direction of the Tiger King Village, and the fire is in the sky, which is also mixed with the sound of fighting.

The waisted mountain tiger only felt a pain in his heart, and almost squatted on the ground.

This time, in order to take advantage of the opportunity, almost all the men and horses were ambushed on the mountainside of Dongshan, and less than ten people were left in the village to watch the house.

On the White Waist Mountain, there are only two factions that dare to use knives against the Tiger King Village, the Little Yellow Bird and the Little Red Wolf, so the Waist Mountain Tiger is not worried about the Tiger King Village at all. But something happened to Tiger King Village.

Who is it?

Who the hell is it?

The waisted mountain tiger clenched the short knife, and his body surged with strength, and ran towards the Tiger King Village.

The stockade was in shambles, and there were bursts of roars in the firelight. The face of the waist mountain tiger is finally a little better, but fortunately, he came back quickly, and Dazhai has not completely fallen.

The waist mountain tiger was cold-eyed, and rushed into the Tiger King Village first, "Brothers, hold on, Lao Tzu is back!" ”

Whew!

The waist mountain tiger rushed into Dazhai with more than a dozen people, but as soon as he entered, the fighting stopped abruptly.

The wind was blazing, the flames were swaying, and there were several corpses hanging on the high walls of the stockade, the blood of which had long been dried by the fire. There were several dead people lying in the stockade, and they didn't feel a little angry.

But just now, I clearly heard the sound of fighting one after another!

Suddenly, the waisted mountain tiger's eyes widened and he turned around in a panic.

"Let's go..... It's a trap, there's an ambush ......"

It's too late, it's too soon! In the corner of the walled gate, a corpse suddenly sat up, with a bang, a ball of fire flashed, and the waisted mountain tiger howled miserably, covering his face and falling straight to the ground.

"My face...... Help me...."

Streaming down!

There was another sound of breaking the air, and Ma Yan and a mountain bandit were nailed to death by arrows at the gate of the wall.

At this time, no one knew how many enemies were hidden in the stockade, and the mountain bandits were busy fleeing for their lives, and who could care about the waist tiger howling miserably on the ground.

Tiemo walked out from the side of the gate with a machete, and he felt that this machete was much easier than a spear.

"Hey, Waist Mountain Tiger, why did you say you came back? If you had stayed outside and fought with the little yellow warbler, you might not have died so quickly! ”

The waisted mountain tiger covered his cheeks, his scarlet eyes were bloodshot, and his whole face had long been rotten, like a fierce ghost.

He struggled to open his mouth, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Who are you..... Who are you? ”

"Wanquan Left Guard Chief Banner Officer Tiemo, now, you can hit the road!"

The machete fell heavily, and there was a rolling human head on the ground.

The firelight reflected Tiemo's tough and trembling face, like a dream.

Since the beginning of Huolingpo, how many people have been killed in just ten days? Tiemo hadn't counted, and he didn't want to.

I don't know why I have become so hard-hearted, with a knife in my hand, and a human life, like a blood-stained butcher.

However, in this chaotic world of cannibalism, if you want to break a way out alive, you must do this.

Under the peaceful and prosperous times, there are many white bones.

The truth has never changed!

"Brothers, it is estimated that the people of the little yellow warbler and the little pink wolf will rush over soon, let's withdraw first!" The machete rubbed against the dead body, and Tiemo walked towards the gate.

Zhou Dingshan looked back at the materials piled up in the courtyard with some unwillingness, and took difficult steps, "Brother Tie, there are so many good things!" ”

"Don't worry, these things will be ours sooner or later!"

A wicked smile tugged at the corner of Tiemo's mouth, and his steps became faster and faster.

......

Half an hour later, after a tragic battle, the people of Little Yellow Bird and Little Pink Wolf rushed into Tiger King Village.

After seeing the materials piled up in the courtyard, the mountain bandits immediately turned red-eyed, who cares about how the waisted mountain tiger died at this time?

Silk, gold and silver, and almost all the belongings accumulated by the waisted mountain tiger in the past two years are placed in the courtyard. For the sake of these gold, silver and jewelry, the two sides who had just fought side by side became tense again.

"This is what Lao Tzu discovered first, you let go!"

"This is what I got first, you let go, you are a rotten coward, if you don't let go, if you don't let go, believe it or not, Lao Tzu hacked you to death?"

"Mother, Lao Tzu will cut you first" The speaker flipped his wrist, and the blade was cut down instantly, and there was a miserable howl, and blood gushed out.

Seeing the blood, the bandits with swollen heads who had already killed immediately turned into a group of madmen.

The little yellow warbler and the little pink wolf sensed that something was wrong, but they couldn't stop their men from killing each other.

Mountain bandits are mountain bandits, undisciplined, and untrustworthy.

Normally, I can restrain it, but now I can't.

In the bloody battle with the people and horses of the waist mountain tiger before, they were about to beat their brains, but now that they have seen so many good things, who will back down from the red-eyed mountain bandits.

At this time, whoever comes forward to stop them, they will cut whom.

The bandits are crazy, completely crazy.

Not only did the two sides cut each other, but even people from the same camp were killers when they got angry. For a moment, some people giggled with gold, silver and jewelry, and then fell in pools of blood, some ran in all directions, and some cowered in corners shivering.

The scene was completely out of control, and the little yellow warbler jumped to her feet in a hurry, but there was nothing she could do.

A group of red-eyed madmen, a group of madmen who are fascinated by wealth!

.......

Not far from the Tiger King Village, Tie Mo listened to the bursts of tragic roars, and his heart was mixed.

Wealth is moving, and it can collect people's lives!

Kill, kill as much as you want!

Tie Mo leaned against a boulder, feeling the cold wind of Baiyin Mountain.

Maybe!

Only by raising the fire all over the ground can it turn into the dawn and rising sun!