For a group of people who have been hungry for a long time, eating is far more attractive than those long-term plans, Yang Muqin just said that eating, and the place where the bowl was received was immediately filled with people. After a scramble, everyone finally got their bowls, and then after a scramble, everyone made a full bowl of porridge.

Just as everyone was eating, a migrant worker from the road construction team suddenly ran over and reported to Yang Muqin: "Military commissar, the forward observation post reports that a team of about fifty people has come in the direction of Anyun, and it looks like a family member of Wenjiazhuang. ”

The news immediately spread throughout the village, and the villagers of Yan Village were in an uproar, some with bowls pulling their families, and some were already up and pushing the militia to maintain order, all clamoring to leave the place. "It seems that these villagers are really afraid of the big family." Tian Feihu couldn't help but pout.

Yang Muqin saw the chaotic situation below, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "This thing, we have to be more powerful, we have to make a show to show them, that Wen Dahu is not three heads and six arms, even if it is three heads and six arms, he must be a grandson in front of us." As he spoke, he pulled down the bolt of the gun and struck the sky.

The crowd below immediately fell silent, and everyone quickly turned their heads to look at the leader of the "American Pirates". Yang Muqin closed the insurance and shouted loudly, "I just said that if he comes with fifty people, I can defeat them with fifteen people here." Now that he's here, I'll take our militia and beat them up. If you have the guts, follow and take a look! He waved his hand and said, "Militia, let's go!" ”

The militia who was originally guarding with guns next to him hurriedly put away the spears in his hands and followed Yang Muqin over.

Seeing their indifferent looks, many young villagers also hurriedly followed, and several old villagers were pulling and pulling with their families on the side, for fear of being involved in the brawl and being killed. Even in the old time and space, there were still inter-village fights in the countryside from time to time, and a few people were killed at every turn, and they were not to be justified in worrying about this. But the young man was strong, and he was half full, and the weather was not cold, and he was full and warm, so curiosity came up, and they pushed away their family members one after another, and followed Yang Muqin's militia team up. Many people have even taken out sticks and stones from their homes or from the ground, and if these Americans, who have just fed themselves, suffer a loss, they will go up and help them.

A group of people came to the entrance of the village in a majestic manner, and they met the evil slave of the Wen family who was carrying a short stick, and it was Wen Dahu who was sitting in a sedan chair in front of him. This is a forty-year-old middle-aged man, not tall, slightly fat, wearing a brown satin robe, a pair of deerskin boots, sitting leisurely on a sliding pole, and a maid next to him to fan him, seeing a group of people suddenly gathered at the entrance of the village, among which there are many young people with hair, I was stunned, could it be that these are some foreign sect members who escaped from the Japanese country?

"This is Wen Dahu, right? The weather is not hot, you still let people fan, and you are not afraid of typhoid fever and death? Yang Muqin opened his voice and shouted over there. The crowd of onlookers burst out laughing.

When Wen Dahu heard it, what this person said was very similar to the accent of Liao Town in the north, and he knew that it must be an outsider, so he didn't take it too seriously, waved his hand to let the sliding rod fall to the ground, and the maid hurriedly stepped forward to help him stand up. Without waiting for Wen Dahu to speak, this Yang Mu Qin asked loudly again: "Wen Dahu is clothed and fed, why do you even have to sit in a sedan chair when you walk at this time, and you have to be helped when you stand up?" Could it be that there are too many little wives and kidney deficiency? Can't walk? Or is the time shortened? I don't know if when Wen Dahu braids his hair, will this group of dogs and legs be scattered? "He was originally going to come to fight with Wen Dahu's men, so naturally a string of taunts stepped forward. However, his words were a bit ahead of his time, the word braids only appeared after the founding of the Manchu Dynasty, Wen Dahu didn't know what he was talking about at this time, and he also heard the official words with a Liaodong accent intermittently, so that Yang Muqin's ridicule of the long-term draft was like being thrown into the water, and he didn't even splash.

"In the following, Xinyi is the owner of Wenjiazhuang," Wen Xinyi said to Yang Mu Qinyi, who spoke, "I don't know who you are?" "The first time they met, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, I heard that the Americans have been active in the vicinity recently, it is estimated that they will soon reach out to Yancun, he plans to come to Yancun again today to get a batch of salt, and he will not come to pour the matter of Yancun, anyway, the benefits from this salt village in the six years of the Apocalypse have been several thousand taels, and he has earned more than two thousand taels of money from the expenses of going out to the government. It's a pity that this salt village can't be blackmailed in the future, but if it is against the Americans who can't even win the government, it will be even more worth the loss. The young man in front of him was dressed strangely and had a strange voice, although he couldn't understand what he said just now, but when he saw that mocking face, he knew that it was definitely not a good thing. But at this time, he had the idea that more things were better than less, and he didn't care about it, so he hurriedly found Yancun to finish the last time.

"I'm your father! Your grandson is here every day to do these immoral things that give birth to a son without asshole, and I am here to teach you a lesson today. Yang Muqin's voice was very loud, making sure that everyone present heard it.

Wen Xinyi was naturally angry, but he could see that more than a dozen strong descendants behind this beard man were each holding rattan cards and spears, and his eyebrows were full of excitement to try, this bearded man was provoking himself from the first time they met, it must be to provoke himself, he held back his anger and said loudly, "I, Wen Xinyi, have been taking over the salt of this salt village since the sixth year of the apocalypse, I have come here to have official documents, and the people of Yancun couldn't afford to pay the salt payment back then, if it wasn't for your hard pleading, how would I take the salt for you?" Since last year, my Wenjia has lost thousands of taels of silver just to subsidize the salt payment, and you have not paid all the salt quotations for a long time. As he spoke, he hurriedly made a color at the impatient doglegs behind him, trying to get them to echo him.

Who knew that these dogs didn't know how to learn, couldn't understand his words, couldn't understand his color, and shouted at this side: "You mud legs, what nonsense? Hurry up and hand over the money, food, and salt, or you'll have to break the legs of all of you here today!" ”

Yang Mu Qin took a long breath, he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and he would have been impatient if Wen Xinyi didn't fall into the trap for a long time, and at this time, these dogs would be able to fight justifiably. He hurriedly raised his hand excitedly and shouted at the back, "Formation!" "That faction has a fight with Wang Chongyang, who formed a seven-star sword formation in Chongyang Palace.

Fifteen militiamen hurriedly came forward to form a formation of eight in the front and seven in the back, lined up at the relatively narrow entrance of the village. Just seeing this formation, Wen Xinyi knew that he was too far behind, his pig-like subordinates showed off their might when they bullied the common people on weekdays, and when they fought, they knew that they picked up soft persimmons and pinched them, except for three or four leaders who still had some ability, others only knew that when they saw an opponent being knocked down, they would surround and fight indiscriminately. However, the neat and uniform formation of the people far suppressed the momentum of more than 50 people on their side.

Most of these 15 militiamen were captured on the day of the landing, and they had already undergone formation training, and they were already familiar with this kind of training in accordance with the regulations, while most of the others were also from military households, and they were trained by several veterans of the armed police of the internal guards, so it was naturally no problem to grab and fight, and the anti-riot array had been drilled many times, and it had also achieved certain results. Although the more than 50 people in front of him seemed to be a lot, this kind of rabble could not stop the well-trained battle formation, so the militia present were waiting to start fighting one by one.

As soon as Wen Dahu saw that the group of people in front of him immediately entered the battle state, he knew that the comer was not good, and he also knew that this fight was indispensable, but he still wanted to say something. Just as he was about to say nothing, a fist-sized mud block came with the sound of the wind, and it was hitting Wen Xinyi's front door, which hit him with a little wet mud on the spot, and he was bleeding from his mouth and nose on the spot, and was about to speak, when the head of the family next to him waved his hand at the back, "Kill these mud legs!" Then he rushed forward with more than fifty family members.

Just looking at the momentum on both sides, the two sides made a judgment, the militia with shields in the first row, the second row with spears, and guarded the entrance of the relatively narrow village, with a feeling of no one else. On the other hand, most of the men who looked menacing in this group of people, most of them were carrying wooden sticks in their hands, they were originally here to beat the disobedient salt people, so naturally they didn't bring any sharp weapons, and when they saw the sharpened wooden guns here, their steps slowed down a little, and a few who were a little more shrewd then took the opportunity to shrink to the back of the crowd.

Rushing to the front is the stunned green of the stunned green in this group of dogs, usually when they fight, the people don't dare to really do it, and they kill the people, anyway, there are many people, and they can't rely on their own heads if they are killed. At this time, they felt that although the group of people in front of them were holding rattan cards and spears, they were probably pretending, and if they rushed over, the other party would drop their weapons or something and run away.

However, there is an idiom, and it backfires. Yang Muqin waved his hand behind him and said, "Fight to the death, kill me!" ”

Immediately afterwards, the people in the back row stabbed out the wooden guns directly at the rushing crowd, and in just two seconds, more than a dozen people in the front were poked on the spears like skewers of mutton, and there were two people on the extra one, and suddenly a wail spread. Immediately afterwards, the militia with the shield took out the short stick from his belt, directly used the rattan card to open the stick hit by the dogs, and hit the short stick according to the vital point on the head. By the time the spearman kicked the man poking the spear and pulled out the spear, the shield-wielding militia had already dropped more than a dozen doglegs to the ground, each of them spitting blood, and the worst of the head had been opened and was twitching on the ground. Soon the pikemen in the back rushed forward and continued to fill behind the shield-wielding militia, not forgetting to kick the wounded dogs as they passed by.

At this time, the charging doglegs in front of them stopped without exception, and when they were hesitating, they only heard the villagers of Yancun behind the militia shouting, rushing to the front, surrounding the doglegs lying on the ground and not dying.