With a pitch-black iron spear in his left hand, a strong crossbow shining with cold light in his right hand, a bag of about ten crossbow arrows on his waist, and a leather armor on his body, the young men in the house returned to the open space at the entrance of the village, and quickly stood in five rows, with twenty people in each row, which happened to be the width of the gate of the village. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the command of their drowned Thor, the young men of the first platoon put down their iron guns, raised their crossbows, and fired the first round of flat fire. When you're done, crouch down on the ground and reload your bolts. The second row shoots flat, and after shooting, crouches down to reload the crossbow arrows. Then the third row, the fourth row, the fifth row!

After the first round of flat shooting, everyone stood up, from the first row to the fifth row, and continued with the second round of flat shooting!

Three rounds of flat fire, 300 crossbow arrows, and more than 200 bandits who rushed to the front all rushed to the ground.

"Holy! Isn't this the musketeer's three-stage shooting? Who is this commander? So talented? He Xian, who was hiding in the wooden house with Wen Ping, watched in amazement as his young man ruthlessly slaughtered the bandits.

"How? Awesome, right? That's my father! Wenxiang! Wen Ping pointed to the young captain who was commanding and said proudly.

He Xian nodded without hesitation, leading the troops well! It looks like the commander of his first team has fallen!

"This iron spear should be the props used in the phalanx during the autumn test, at that time, He Xian was purely in pursuit of that kind of killing atmosphere, so he asked Ouyang everyone to make a pure iron appearance of copper and iron, but he didn't expect these Chinese characters to be used as his personal weapons. What's the deal with those crossbows? When did there become so many powerful crossbows? He Xian asked Wen Ping puzzled.

Wen Ping said that Ouyang took the initiative to control everyone, and during the epidemic, to prevent the displaced people from impacting Zhuangzi, long-range weapons are the most useful. Ouyang made 200 strong crossbows, distributed 102, and 98 were in the warehouse. When Wen Ping talked about the strong crossbow, little stars couldn't stop popping up in his big eyes, presumably he had been coveting it for a long time.

A gust of wind didn't count it, and the young man on the opposite side was so much tougher than his own bandits, and his own people were not enough to kill the other party! Although he relied on his years of experience in escaping, he chose to pounce on the ground as soon as the crossbow bolts flew and saved his life, but there was no longer a brother standing around him. The remaining more than 500 people are all homeless people who have been on the mountain for less than three months, and they are good at fighting small traders who are smooth sailing on weekdays, waving flags and shouting, and they really can't control their legs in the face of this bloody scene, and they have long been unable to control their legs, throwing away the bamboo spears and bamboo swords in their hands, and flying away as if they were flying. A gust of wind is now unable to advance or retreat, and there is no help.

"I surrender! I give up! A gust of wind buried his head, waved his hands, and shouted.

A gust of wind, one of the bandits on the 27th Road of Funiu Mountain, became a prisoner of war in Hejiazhuang.

After controlling the situation on the battlefield, Wen Xiang trotted all the way and ran towards He Xian and Wen Ping.

"Father, victory!" Wen Ping had an irrepressible smile on his face, and he got up from the ground and rushed towards Wen Xiang.

Wen Xiang didn't take care of Wen Ping, and went straight around, with a expressionless face! made Wen Ping look dazed.

"Report to the sir, the attacking bandits have been defeated. What is the next step, please indicate? Wen Xiang respectfully saluted He Xian with a raised hand salute and reported loudly.

"Clean up the battlefield, take the bandit leader to the small black house, I will interrogate it myself!" He Xian replied.

"Drown Thor!" After Wen Xiang finished reporting, he trotted all the way down to convey the order.

Looking at the back of Wen Xiang leaving, He Xian couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the 100 retired border soldiers recruited for Shangyingchuan Academy at that time, the spoof military training, I didn't expect it to be completely inherited by Wen Xiang, and there is a great tendency to carry it forward.

"So you're the drowned Thor in your father's mouth?" Wen Ping had an incredulous expression on his face.

"What? You don't believe it? He Xian asked with a smile.

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Wen Ping waved his hand again and again.

"It's just, it's really young......" Wen Ping muttered softly.

"I'm going to interrogate the bandit leader who doesn't have long eyes, are you coming?" He Xian patted the dust on his body and walked towards the so-called small black house. It is said to be a small black house, but it is actually a fully sealed wooden house, without windows, located in a corner northwest of Zhuangzi. This is the place where He Xian used to punish the retired border soldiers who made mistakes and was confined!

"Huh?" Wen Ping didn't react for a while, "Come on!" Come on of course! Sir! ”

Along the way, the 100 retired border soldiers were methodically cleaning up the battlefield, retrieving crossbow arrows and bandaging the wounded bandits. Seeing He Xian coming, they stopped what they were doing, stood upright, saluted, and shouted "Hello sir"!

Wen Ping can see that these uncles and uncles have respect for this eight or nine-year-old son from the bottom of their hearts!

The door of the small black room creaked open, and he was tied to the ground with a gust of wind, squinting his eyes, adjusting to the bright light that came with the door. He saw the shadows of the two teenagers, and because of the backlight, they couldn't see clearly. The three young men who were guarding him shouted in unison, "Hello sir"!

What kind of officer is the chief? A gust of wind is not clear, but judging from the reactions of the young people, it seems that it is a person with a relatively high status in He Jiazhuang, and it is a young man who is not very old. A gust of wind that had been a gray heart suddenly came alive.

Perhaps, whether he can save his life and get out of danger is the key to this noble son. To deal with these high-ranking characters, especially teenagers with strong self-esteem, a gust of wind feels that a low posture is the key!

He Xian squatted down with interest and stared into the eyes of a gust of wind.

He Xian is not a person who has read countless people, but after nearly ten years in the workplace, he still has the basic ability to observe words and colors.

"This son, there is an eighty-year-old mother on the villain, and a young son waiting to be fed......" This gust of wind opened his mouth to gush about the reason, but the voice became softer and softer, and he became more and more unconfident.

Because from the playful eyes of the young man in front of him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth, a gust of wind felt that all his thoughts had been seen through, and he closed his mouth in amusement.

"Say! Why don't you say that? ”

"A gust of wind doesn't ask for anything else, but I beg this son not to embarrass the women and children of Heifeng Village, they are all innocent." A gust of wind no longer plays tricks, decadent and decadent.

"Oh?" The smile on the corner of He Xian's mouth finally opened, and the little leader of the bandits in front of him seemed to be quite interesting. At the moment of life and death, with this bit of eyesight, I can see through the current situation and remember the women and children in the cottage......

Well...... Is it possible to consider a bandit redevelopment program?