After walking around the village several times, Yang Yun barely found a trace of useful clues other than increasing the anger in his heart.

Helpless, he could only give up first and instructed his brothers to collect the corpses of the villagers of this small village.

The manual work of digging a pit is naturally for those guys in the new second battalion to do it.

After all, that's all they can do.

If you don't waste it, it will be a waste of resources.

Yang Yun frowned, standing in the middle of the village, not knowing what he was thinking.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette and took out the cigarette case, but found that it was empty.

"Who?"

At this moment, Yang Yun suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the courtyard of the villager next to him, although the sound was very soft, but he still caught it.

Hearing the sound, Yang Yun strode directly towards the courtyard.

And Zhang Jinpeng, Liu Zhenhai and others who followed behind them also followed, and many people even pulled out the pistols on their waists and held them in their hands.

"Come out!"

Yang Yun came to a corner of the courtyard wall and said to the water tank in the corner.

He was sure that the strange noise had come from here, and it was most likely from the tank.

"What the hell!"

A few seconds passed, and there was still no movement, and Luo Cannon couldn't help but let out an angry roar and kicked hard at the water tank.

Then, he grabbed his big hand directly towards the water tank head.

"Come out for Lao Tzu!"

Seeing a shivering little boy in the water tank, Luo Cannon let out another angry roar.

"Bang!"

"Oops! Camp, why are you kicking me? ”

Luo Cannon just wanted to reach out to grab the child nested in the water tank, but at this moment, his fat ass was suddenly hit by a huge force, and the whole person also rushed out diagonally.

Luo Cannon let out a miserable howl, and just wanted to scold angrily, but when he turned around and saw that the person who kicked him was Yang Yun, the whole person was immediately like a frosted eggplant, and he was completely stunned.

For Luo Cannon, who looked at him with resentful eyes, Yang Yun just gave him a cold look, and he was so frightened that he shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Well deserved!"

"You!"

Hearing the ridiculous sound of the hemp pole, Luo Dacang just wanted to get angry, but when he saw Yang Yun slowly turning his head again, he was suddenly speechless again.

"No...... No...... Don't kill Xiaobao! ”

Yang Yun stretched out his hands and wanted to hug the child nested in the water tank, but as soon as his hands touched the child, he curled up his body tighter like a frightened white rabbit.

And at this time, the child finally raised his little head.

Seeing that there were so many people watching him at this moment, he directly cried out with a "wow".

"Children, don't be afraid, uncle is not a bad person."

Yang Yun tried his best to show a very kind smile and whispered to the child.

The child, however, continued to weep as if he had not heard it, and as he wept, he muttered to himself, "No...... No...... Don't kill Xiaobao! ”

No matter how Yang Yun coaxed, in the end, there was nothing he could do.

There is no way, there is a specialization in the art industry, and let Yang Yun go into battle with a knife, there is no problem at all.

But if he was to coax the child, it would be really difficult for him.

Helpless, Yang Yun could only turn his head to everyone and say, "Which of you will coax children?" ”

Everyone shook their heads helplessly, indicating that they couldn't do anything.

However, under the pressure given by Yang Yun, or wanting to do something that others can't do to show themselves, everyone still stepped forward one by one to coax the little boy.

It's just that the end result is still, there is no use for the eggs.

The children were still crying and crying, and they were still helpless.

"! Do you cry again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you to death? ”

Seeing that this little boy didn't eat oil and salt, Luo's cannon was on fire, and as soon as his temperament came up, he scolded directly.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, he regretted it, because Yang Yun had already cast a fire-breathing look at him.

"Uh, this...... Camp, I was wrong......"

Just when Yang Yun was about to teach Luo Dacang a lesson, and Luo Dacang opened his mouth to beg for mercy, an unexpected scene happened.

I saw that the child who was originally curled up in the water tank and couldn't stop crying suddenly stopped crying, and then looked at Luo Dacang with a look of grievance and fear, and said weakly: "Xiaobao don't cry, don't beat Xiaobao." ”

"Bang!"

"Oops! Camp, why are you still kicking me? You know, I'm a hero, okay? ”

Luo Cannon lay on the ground, rubbed his big buttocks, and looked at Yang Yun with a resentful expression.

However, Yang Yun ignored him, but continued to stretch out his hands and said softly to the child in the water tank: "Come, Xiaobao, uncle will take you out, don't be afraid, uncle is a good person!" ”

This time, the child finally did not resist, but looked at Yang Yun with a few wincing eyes, and then stood up from the bottom of the water tank.

"Xiaobao, tell my uncle what's going on here."

Hearing Yang Yun's question, Xiaobao seemed to have fallen into some kind of painful memory, covered his little face with a pair of small hands, kept shaking his little head, and made an intermittent frightened sound: "No...... No! Don't ......"

Seeing this, Yang Yun picked up Xiaobao, held it in his arms, and then comforted him softly: "Xiaobao, don't be afraid, everything is over, uncle will protect you!" ”

It seemed that Yang Yun's arms warmed Xiaobao, and it seemed that his words touched Xiaobao, and gradually, Xiaobao finally quieted down.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

"Hmm!"

Xiaobao nodded.

"Bring the barbecue!"

"Yes! Camp! ”

Hearing this, Zhang Jinpeng didn't say a word, but took out a large piece of barbecue meat from his pocket.

"! Give you three minutes to heat up the barbecue! ”

"Ah???h

Zhang Jinpeng showed a bitter expression, but soon he did as Yang Yun said.

After all, Xiaobao is just a seven or eight-year-old child, unlike them, it doesn't matter if he eats cold barbecue.

There was nothing in the village, except firewood, and soon, Zhang Jinpeng lit a fire to heat up the barbecue and sent it over.

"The barbecue is coming!"

Maybe it was because he smelled the smell of meat, or maybe he heard Zhang Jinpeng's voice, Xiaobao raised his head and looked in the direction he came, his eyes were full of expectation.

"Hey, hey, little one, try your uncle's handiwork."

"Company Commander Zhang, that's the barbecue I roasted, okay?"

Hearing Zhang Jinpengtian's shameless appropriation of his own credit, the pony on the side suddenly said a little unhappily......