The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

The expressions on the faces of Lao Liu and the servants also became more and more excited.

This time it solved the crisis of the destruction of the green hand shopkeeper, as long as this crisis can be passed, a rich sum of silver is indispensable.

When the distance between the two sides was only fifty paces, Xiang Yong still held a useless bird gun in his hand.

The servants couldn't help but laugh on their faces, and they were already thinking about what they would do with the money after their victory.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

But at this moment, a desperate scene happened.

Those bird guns that are absolutely impossible to spew lead bullets again, have been determined to have exploded their bore.

It was actually another eruption of buckshot.

Or a continuous stream of buckshot.

Lao Liu, who rushed to the front, and several other border guards were shot dead on the spot.

Before they died, they couldn't figure out one thing.

The bird gun in the hands of Wang Laipin and others has obviously reached the highest number of thirty eruptions.

The bird gun in Xiang Yong's hand has not been replaced, and it is still the original bird gun.

How can it be more than thirty times?

This incident almost broke the concept of the world that they had formed for most of their lives.

The subversive impact brought by this incident to the border pass veteran is almost as good as a border pass pawn single-handedly killing hundreds of Eight Banner soldiers.

No way.

But it just happened, and it happened to them.

After what happened to them, these border guards had no other thoughts.

Because these border guards all fell to the ground on the spot, turning into cold corpses.

The number of people who can still be used in the hands of the green hand shopkeeper is only thirty or forty people.

Just after several border guards died, the blue-handed shopkeeper didn't react to what was going on, and he also died tragically in the dense lead bullets.

For many years in the township, the family business can rank among the top three in the entire Yuer Town.

In the hearts of the rich people in the countryside such as the Wojia lawyer, and in the hearts of all the ordinary people in the entire Yuer Town.

The green shopkeeper who was able to crush Wang Liangchang to death with his own hands died in the hands of Xiang Yong.

Hundreds of green hands and dozens of border veterans all turned into cold corpses.

Wang Laipin and his subordinate Xiang Yong, as well as Yan Ding Qingzhuang, who came over to fill the number, did not have a single casualty.

It won't be long before it causes an uproar.

Wang Laipin's main burden is to command the extermination of the Qingshou shopkeeper this time.

In front of the house with green bricks and green tiles, there was a cold corpse.

Among them was a corpse, which belonged to the shopkeeper himself.

Finally completed this matter, and did not kill or hurt any of the villagers.

All the villagers exhaled heavily, their heads were full of sweat, and they almost fell to the ground exhausted.

Wang Laipin is not much better, although he is not as tired as Xiang Yong and almost collapsed, and his head is also covered with sweat.

After all, the enemy they faced this time was too strong.

But no one could have imagined it, not even themselves.

Not only has he eliminated the stubborn forces of the green hand shopkeeper, but he has not even lost a single person.

Wang Laipin took out the kettle on his waist, and he had never been so happy as he was today, and he poured a few big sips.

It seems that the contents of the kettle are not clear water, but a jug of spirits.

The expressions on the faces of the villagers were also unprecedentedly happy, and there was no longer the death and seriousness just now.

It's just that there is no order from the king to hire them, and no matter how thirsty they are, they are only on guard all around.

I didn't dare to untie the kettle on my waist and poured it hard.

Wang Youzhen ordered: "Rest in place for a quarter of an hour, drink water that should be drunk, eat bread and eat bread." ”

"After a quarter of an hour, the harvest begins."

Wang Laipin, as the person in charge of these townships, has trained them for more than half a year.

The prestige in Xiang Yong's heart is extremely great, and it can even be said that it is even greater than the prestige of their ancestral patriarch.

However, it was the little gentleman who gave the order.

No matter who it is, it is not worth mentioning in front of Mr. Xiao.

After all, the Taizu thought that the villagers fanatically worshipped was compiled by Mr. Xiao.

Xiang Yong hurriedly untied the kettle on his waist, took the dry food and began to eat and drink.

According to the rules set for them by the infantry drill code, there is only one tea time to eat and drink on the battlefield.

While Wang Youzhen untied the kettle on his waist to drink water, he also silently estimated the time in his heart.

A cup of tea lasts five minutes, and at most five minutes will have to be done for them to finish eating and drinking.

Even if you don't have enough to eat, that's all you can do.

It's an iron law.

It is a necessary process to cultivate an iron army with an iron will like steel.

After a cup of tea.

Even before it was time for a cup of tea, all the townsfolk had eaten and drunk enough, and had packed up all the kettles and dry food.

Wang Laipin also put down the kettle in his hand, but he didn't continue to give orders to Xiang Yong.

Turned around and walked to Qingzhuang Yanding, who was standing in the distance, and began to clean up the corpse in front of the gate with Qingzhuang Yanding.

Wang Youzhen turned his head to look at the house with blue bricks and green tiles, and said with a smile: "Let's go, clean up our harvest this time." ”

The villagers heard about the harvest of the clean-up, although they were not like the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, who could make a lot of money every time they raided their homes.

These villagers have an iron law, and they can't take a stitch from the people.

You can't take a stitch or thread, let alone the gold and silver in the house.

But the villagers were still full of joy, with such a large sum of silver, they could make Mr. Xiao's revolutionary cause.

Let these villagers bravely participate in the revolutionary cause in it, and speed up the process.

The villagers carried their flintlock pistols on their shoulders and followed the various circumstances they had found out when they had collected information before.

Running forward in unison, he ran into the various places where the gold and silver were hidden in the house of the green hand shopkeeper.

He began to clean up the gold and silver inside, and sorted it out.

It was transported by mule cart to a warehouse near the water conservancy factory, and the final abacus was carried out by Wang Yanren.

Before Wang Yongzhen came over, he had already prepared the mule cart.

After the impossible battle was won, the young saltmen began to drive the mule cart over.

Xiang Yong took the gold and silver wrapped in boxes and cloth, and carried them onto the mule cart one by one.

Wang Youzhen had already overestimated the gold and silver in the Qingshou shopkeeper's house, and brought over five mule carts.

But he still underestimated the amount of gold and silver in the house, and loaded five mule carts, and only used a small part of it.

I made a total of three or four trips before and after, and I counted nearly twenty carts of gold and silver.

The richness of the harvest this time exceeded the expectations of Wang Youzhen and Wang Changmu and others.