Western border, Stone Village.

At noon, thick dark clouds hung over the sky, the mountain wind whimpered, the dense woods shook helplessly in the wind, and at the foot of an inaccessible mountain, a young man dressed in dark blue coarse cloth was going up the narrow stone steps, the peak was about 100 meters high, all rocks, steep and precipitous.

The boy had short hair, wore a self-woven grass ring to shield himself from the sun, carried a single mulberry bow on his back, and the horns of the ox were dark, smooth, and full of grease, and he looked like he was a few years old, and a bamboo arrow basket hung from his waist, and there were several pheasant feather arrows in it, and he hurried away with two fat gray rabbits in his hands.

"Boom—"

A thunder roar exploded in the void, shaking the mountains, the young man looked at the sky, his delicate eyes showed a little melancholy, and he accelerated along the only stone steps up the mountain.

Ten minutes later, the boy came to the entrance of the village, in front of him is a stone arch, the only way to enter the village, the stone village is built on the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is very large, flat as a plain, there is a small lake that does not dry up all the year round, it is magical, it is surrounded by walls made of stones, and the arrow stacks are full of small holes with potholes, exuding a quaint and desolate historical atmosphere, but some of the latest bullet holes make people shudder.

Seeing that there was no one to handle the stone arch, the young man's eyes lit up, and he quickly trotted over, crossed the threshold, and in front of him was an open flat land, dozens of stone houses were crawling with fine vines, and some stone roofs were overgrown with weeds and vines, all of which were old houses that had been passed down from generation to generation hundreds of years ago.

"Stop." An abrupt voice rang out.

The young man's body must be certain, he did not dare to move, slowly, cautiously turned his head to look, and saw a man in a jungle camouflage uniform and combat boots coming, holding a cigarette, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth, triangular eyes flashing gloomy light, and carrying an old AK automatic rifle.

When the visitor saw the rabbit in the young man's hand, his eyes lit up, and he came forward with a sneer, snatched the fat rabbit, and said with satisfaction: "Well, yes, these two rabbits will honor Lao Tzu, get out." ”

"Uncle, leave one for me, please, grandma is sick, just point to this thing to make up for your body, and I'll get some filial piety to you when I go back, it's good, please." The young man hurriedly said with a smile.

"Who is your uncle, Yang Zheng, don't have a good relationship, get out of the way for Lao Tzu, don't you want to live." The man shouted dissatisfiedly, took the gun from his back, waved it to the side impatiently, and said, "Hurry up, don't affect Lao Tzu's mood, otherwise I will kill you, get out-"

The young man named Yang Zheng looked at the man unwillingly, but when he thought that Stone Village had been occupied and controlled by these murderous drug dealers, once he resisted, it would affect his family, and even everyone in Stone Village, he sighed helplessly, lowered his head, suppressed his hatred and anger, and left in a hurry.

Not long after, Yang Zheng came to a stone house, there was a small courtyard at the door, the low wall was built with stone slabs, the small yard originally used to raise pheasants and wild boars became empty, all of them were eaten up by the drug dealers who occupied the stone village, Yang Zheng reluctantly walked through the small courtyard and came to the door and shouted: "Daddy, I'm back, is Grandma better?" ”

"Just come back, you kid, don't go out and don't listen." A middle-aged man came out of the room, in his early forties, but his face was full of the vicissitudes of life, his once strong body was bent by the heavy life, and his face was haggard, but he looked at the young man lovingly, and asked with concern: "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"It's okay, Daddy, I was lucky, I hit two hares to replenish Grandma's body, and I was robbed by those bastards when I entered the village, but I picked the herbs." The boy whispered hatefully, took out a large handful of herbs from his pocket, and handed it to the man.

The man took the herbs and carefully distinguished them a few times, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's not wrong, the amount is enough, you go to the back room to see Grandma, I'll go to decoction medicine, this damn drug dealer, I don't know when it's a head." ”

"That's right, since these damn drug dealers came, forcing us to grow poppies, each family has apportioned a lot of shares, and there is no time to do anything else, if it goes on like this, this village will be finished, we have to think of a way, Abba, you are the village head, take everyone to resist, right?" The boy said unwillingly.

"Resist, resist, you know to resist, what to resist? The few broken shotguns left in the village were destroyed by them, and your bow was left by them when they saw that you were young and there was no threat, plus they let you hunt for them to eat, and all they held in their hands were automatic rifles, and more than thirty people were old drug dealers, experienced, how to resist? Use your brain to do things. Father Yang said angrily.

"But?" Yang Zheng said unwillingly.

"It's nothing, shut up Lao Tzu." Father Yang interrupted, looked outside vigilantly, and after making sure that no one was eavesdropping, he lowered his voice and said, "Remember, impulsiveness will only make you die faster, have you forgotten the hunting experience I taught you?" When dealing with ferocious and cunning animals, you must know how to be patient and wait for the right time before you can kill them with one blow. ”

"But I don't see hope, it's inaccessible, no one cares if we live or die, and no one cares if we live or die." Yang Zheng whispered unwillingly.

"If you can't see it, you have to wait, there is only one life, and there is hope in life." Father Yang said with a serious face: "Ah Zheng, you remember, our ancestors are Han people, and they are the descendants of the people who fled here with Emperor Yongli at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and you have the blood of the dragon flowing in your body. ”

"Remember, Daddy." Yang Zheng hurriedly agreed.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out outside, followed by several dense gunshots, breaking the silence of Stone Village, Father Yang's face changed greatly, and he quickly closed the door and said: "Quick, go and close the window, no matter which gang of drug dealers grab the land and come in, we need to sell coolies, and if we don't go out, it's fine." ”

"Daddy, me?" Yang Zheng shouted unwillingly, seeing his father's anxious look and crushed body, he sighed helplessly, and hurriedly went to close the window, but found that a shadow hurriedly ran back, it was his little sister, he was shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "Daddy, my sister is outside, I'll pick it up." ”

"What?" Father Yang was taken aback, quickly opened the door, and rushed out like crazy.

"Da-da-" Another rapid gunshot rang out.

Yang Zheng didn't know what was going on outside, worried about his sister's safety, so he picked up a mountain knife next to him and rushed out, and saw his father knocking down his little sister, rolling on the ground, a shuttle of bullets screamed, hitting the ground with a popping sound, dust splashing, and it was extremely dangerous.