Baihua Village, after experiencing a catastrophe, seems to be reborn in Nirvana and has become quieter and more peaceful than before.

In the corner of the stockade, a new row of graves was erected, in which were buried all the soldiers who died in the battle to protect the stockade.

No one wept, they turned tears into respect, sadness into flowers, and graves with bright flowers.

This is the custom of Baihua Village, all the great soldiers who sacrificed for the village, even if they die, will walk on the avenue full of flowers. Even if a person walks lonely towards Huangquan Avenue, which can never turn back, flowers will bloom like smiling faces around them.

The old people in the village said that these flowers were the blessings of the living to the dead, leading them all the way to a beautiful paradise.

The losses of Baihuazhai this time were very heavy, not only sacrificed a large number of soldiers, but also destroyed many houses in the village.

After taking people to deal with the aftermath of the sacrificed soldiers, he began to rebuild the stockade.

For some reason, there was a sense of stability in her heart, feeling that the paradise-like life she was looking forward to would never be far away, and would soon come to her world.

Everything is because of the appearance of that man, and from now on the killing will be far away from Baihua Village, and this place will really become a place where flowers bloom.

By dusk, all the burned-out buildings on the periphery of the stockade had been demolished.

In this reconstruction, all the laborers in the village who could be dispatched went into battle, even the seven or eight-year-old dolls helped carry things.

Everyone believes that their good life is coming, and they will never have to worry about being oppressed and hunted down again.

Two boys of about 10 years old struggled to carry a log from outside the stockade.

The child standing in front looked back with a smile: "Zakangbu, don't hold me back this time." I said go ahead and follow me, remember. ”

Zha Kangbu snorted disdainfully: "It's you who are headless and brainless, if you notify me in advance, will I not be able to keep up?" ”

The child in front laughed: "Okay, I'll count to three, let's go." One, two......"

His voice stopped abruptly, and Zaganbu saw the other man fall to the ground with a thud, and most of the weight of the wood immediately weighed on his small shoulders.

"Syral, what's wrong with you, you ......"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw a man in a green military uniform appear in front of him.

The other party showed a hideous smile, and the bloody machete in his hand slashed at his head.

Fang Ke stood on a two-story corner tower and commanded several strong men to carry a thick piece of wood to the beam.

Two strong men tugged at the rope on the beams, while the remaining four struggled to lift up at the bottom.

"Come on, come on, it's almost, come on......" Sister Hua stood aside and yelled.

"Bang ......."

Suddenly, the head of a strong man on the beam of the house suddenly burst out with blood, and his body tilted downward.

Without him pulling the rope, the whole wood suddenly lost its balance and smashed downward.

Before the four strong men holding them down could escape, they were smashed into a pile of flesh and blood by the pressed wood.

Sister Hua was so shocked that she stayed on the spot, but before she could calm down, a dense gunfire suddenly rang out.

Hundreds of men in green uniforms rushed out of the jungle outside the stockade and killed almost anyone on sight.

Whether it is a woman or a child, as long as they see it, they will directly sweep it through with a shuttle of bullets.

One by one, the villagers trembled and fell in pools of blood, and with their longing for a better life, they closed their eyes forever.

Fang Fang's eyes suddenly burst into a cold glow, and he shouted: "Everyone retreats to the mountain, it is the lackey of the Murong family, everyone hurry up and ..... retreat."

The villagers all reacted and ran madly up the hill.

The few remaining tribal warriors and the strong men of the stockade all took up arms, even the elderly and children over the age of fifteen took up arms to cover the retreat of women and children.

But their resistance pales in the face of modern weapons, or rather, it is completely futile.

In less than a minute, more than 40 people were killed at gunpoint.

Fang Ke led the women and children in the village to run quickly towards the mountain, but they were only halfway through when a group of heavily armed soldiers suddenly appeared in front of them and fired directly at them.

The crowd immediately stopped, and then they turned back sharply, only to see that the enemy who had rushed in from the mouth of the stockade had already reached behind them, and surrounded them in an instant.

"Those who don't want to die, all lay down their weapons and kneel on the ground." An officer yelled.

The people of Baihua Village held their weapons deadly, staring at these people who had invaded their homes like wild beasts.

Seeing that no one had lowered their weapons, the officer waved his hand, and a burst of gunfire immediately rang out behind him.

More than 30 people on the side of Baihuazhai were covered in blood from bullets, trembling and falling in a pool of blood.

"Enough, don't shoot, let's lay down our weapons." Fang suddenly yelled.

The officer sneered: "You are still a smart person, let your men lay down their weapons, don't waste our bullets." ”

Fang Fang clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes full of stories showed intense grief and indignation.

"Sister, we can fight with them."

"Put down your weapons, we'll all die, sister, let's fight with them."

The villagers looked at Fang Ke with the same grief and indignation, and no one wanted to die in humiliation.

Fang Ke closed his eyes and waved his hand slowly: "Everyone put down their weapons, they have guns, and we are not opponents at all." Lay down your arms, and maybe there is hope for life. If they all die, there will be no hope for the stockade. ”

To be alive is to have hope.

Everyone looked at each other, and eventually, they chose to lay down their weapons.

The soldiers around them swarmed up, causing all the villagers to fall to their knees.

The crowd was separated, and the group came to Fang Ke.

The moment Fang Fang raised his head, he was instantly stunned by the person in front of him.

"Luowa, you...... You betrayed us? Fang Ke roared in horror.

She never imagined that the leader, whom she once trusted the most, would enter the stockade with the enemy's army.

The surrounding villagers raised their heads one after another when they heard this, and when they saw Luowa and the people of the Murong family standing together, their eyes were instantly filled with anger and contempt.

Luowa smiled slightly: "I said a long time ago, tell you not to trust outsiders." If you don't listen to me, today's disaster was all caused by you, don't blame me. ”

"Luowa, you traitor, I used to worship you as a hero. I really think you're ashamed, you don't deserve to be a member of our Baihuazhai. A tribal warrior roared, a mouthful of spat flying on Luowa's face.

Luowa wiped off the foam and looked at the other party coldly: "I'm a traitor?" You betrayed me to trust the outsider. In my eyes, you are traitors. ”

He jerked out his knife and slashed off the warrior's head, sending hot blood flying three feet high before hitting the ground.

Luowa looked around viciously: "All of you have betrayed me, so, you all deserve to die." ”

Fang Ke glared at Luowa hatefully: "You will be punished, and when Mr. Lin comes back, he will tear you to pieces." ”

Luowa's knife was on Fang Ke's neck, and he sneered: "What else are you mentioning to me, Mr. Lin?" That Huaguo lackey should have died in the Murong family by now. You're still dead to that heart, in this life, you can't see him anymore. ”

(End of chapter)