Scar's scruples are no longer necessary.

Because, the big and small bosses of Jiaoyun Village are encountering a more serious crisis.

On either side of the lobby against the wall, stood two groups of child soldiers, holding two rows of bright torches in their hands. It was already the second half of the night, and the colder and colder night wind poured in from the gates, alleys, and patios unscrupulously, dragging the torches in their hands flickering.

In the lobby, except for a few who were still calm, most of the leaders couldn't sit still, and stood up one after another, pacing around at first, and gradually expanding the scope of the circle to the next hall.

This time to the cold puddle is undoubtedly a good move.

On the one hand, it perfectly avoided a confrontation with the Jingwei Regiment, on the other hand, the Locke family hoarded more grain money, cattle and horses, pigs, sheep, chickens and dogs, and on the other hand, they also hoarded a lot of ammunition and weapons. From the mouths of the captives, it was learned that some of the weapons and ammunition were obtained by the Locke family father and son at great expense from various channels at home and abroad.

Those imitations used by the Jingwei Regiment are not at all, and they are the same.

It's just that the cost of the eighteenth row of Jiaoyun Village is too small. It is so small that in any small river and ditch, there is a possibility of drowning.

Mr. Na Xie said that there is a big way of playing, and there is a small way of playing. It's the same with this gun, running out of bullets is a hard drag.

Eighteen rows have also had a time when the scenery is infinite.

It was in the time of southern Gannan, guarding the Fox Ridge Trail, watching the horse gang cross the border every day, everyone also ate and drank spicy food, calling for wind and rain, at the peak of the time, eighteen rows of nearly 1,000 guns, even the general manager of Gannan was very much to give a little face.

Such a good day has come to an end since it was targeted by Luo Butcher's Jingwei Regiment. The days of the brethren went from bad to worse.

Now, Jiaoyun Village, which has been forced to a dead end, has already held the determination to burn jade and stones, and wants to attack the Jingwei in Tanghuwei desperately. Even if you can't rescue your brothers who are being imprisoned in the Jingwei Center, you can die with your brothers.

In that year, everyone beheaded chickens, drank blood and wine, and swore in front of Emperor Guanyue: not to be born on the same day, but to die on the same day, the same month, and the same day.

Yes, everyone listed together is not necessarily a good place to be.

But, in hindsight, it was a stupid enough idea. If you really go to the Jingwei Station, the happiest person should be the Luo butcher.

Well, this is what Mr. Xie said: the relatives are painful, and the enemies are fast.

There are more solutions than difficulties! There must be a better way, don't worry. Let me think about it. At that time, Mr. Xie pretended to be forced like this.

At that time, Mr. Xie said that his method was worth at least 100 lives, which was a clever plan.

He said that he would only offer this clever plan if he agreed to his sufficient conditions.

At that time, the big and small bosses had no choice, so they asked Mr. Xie to prescribe his conditions:

1. Do not torture and kill a captive who surrenders, even if he has hurt us on the battlefield.

2. To protect women and children, not to insult women or kill children.

3. To adopt Mr. Xie's strategy and achieve victory, Mr. Xie must be paid 1% of the spoils of war to make a reward for the plan (this suggestion of plucking the feathers of the goose is inspired by Niu Er, since he has done his work, he has not done less than others.) Why don't you bring up the matter of remuneration in an open and honest manner? ）。

When Mr. Xie finally said the method and plan, the big and small bosses admired and regretted it.

Such a simple strategy demanded such a high price.

Now, it's time for Xie Yucheng to pretend to be forced with a bridge.

I don't know what Mr. Xie will ask for this time.

The Locke family is a fat sheep, but it is also a hard bone, even if you gnaw a mouth full of oil and meat, but a bone is a bone, and you can't gnaw hard.

The thin capital of Jiaoyun Village needs Mr. Xie's advice now more than ever.

What will he bring out this time?

Just when the big and small palms of Jieyun Village were looking forward to it, danger was quietly coming.

A torch-wielding child soldier standing under the north wall was the first to notice the abnormality.

He only felt that behind the openwork window in the lobby, a figure flashed.

The boy immediately reported loudly that there was someone behind the openwork window.

It's just that it's too late.

I saw four flower mechanisms sticking out from behind the window, facing the full house, and in the frightening wind, they began to launch:

Chirp, tweet, tweet.

The jade-faced rat was very skilled, and when the openwork burst out behind him, he slipped and fell to the ground, drawing two guns like lightning, turning around like lightning, and counterattacking like lightning.

Screams rang out from behind the openwork window, and there was a rush of footsteps, and the sneak attackers were already far away.

In the lobby on this side of the openwork window, the corpse fell to the ground.

The jade-faced rat counted, four or five of the torch soldiers died, three of the masters of the plate died, and almost everyone else in the hall was injured.

The battle has been fought so far, and the jade-faced rat has become more and more anxious, and he almost roared, telling a few torch soldiers lined up by the wall to work quickly, and quickly invite Xie Dingcheng and Qiao Zhangpan to come.

……

The change in the hostile situation has made everything easier.

As long as you can save Jiaoyunzhai, if Mr. Xie likes to take the bridge, if he likes to pretend to be forced, then let you pretend.

Xie Yuzhen and Qiao Feiyan led a group of people to quickly turn out of the flower hall and walk to the verandah...... Just walked through a side courtyard, suddenly the door slammed, opened, a middle-aged man staggered and wanted to run out, but he couldn't lift his feet, snapped, and the whole person fell on the threshold.

The door was half-open and half-closed, and the heart-rending cry that came from the room sounded quite immature, accompanied by bursts of lewd laughter.

The people passing by were stunned, and when they saw this frame, they quickly understood.

Qiao Feiyan hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to gently grab him: "Yu'er, the palm brother is still waiting for you to speak and come up with ideas, but you can't rub it here." ”

But this time, Xie Yucheng didn't answer, only raised his eyes coldly and glanced at her, and at the same time, the flower mechanism in Xie Yucheng's hand was horizontal: "Follow me!" As he spoke, he stepped forward.

Qiao Feiyan secretly screamed that it was bad, and hurriedly shouted to the house to stop, but a few bandits in the house were excited inexplicably, where was the time?

Sure enough, Xie Yucheng, who was striding a meteor, came to the door and saw a thin girl inside, torn by several fierce bandits, who had already been frightened and stunned.

Next to him, a woman, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, a Xu is the girl's mother, and a Xu is the girl's brother, both of them have a lot of blood on their heads and faces, but they still desperately fight with several bandits to try to rescue the girl.

Xie Yucheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, and kept playing with the two grenades that were spinning in his palm like an iron gut, and put them in his pocket, and his hands were holding up the flower mechanism, tweeting, and shooting, a bandit with an obscene expression, as if he was drunk, staggered and shook twice, and fell to the wall with a wow, his mouth opened and closed, as if he had something to say, but a mouth gushed out a mouth full of blood.

The muzzle of the flower machine moved slightly, and it was confronted by another bandit.

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