Coincidentally, the person asked above happened to be the second master today. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, I did a ticket sale, and the second boss immediately understood what the other party was for.

I'm afraid it's the kid who was shot by himself.

"Sir, I know it's wrong, what do you want, squeak, please let it go." The second master shouted.

Zhang Dabiao, who had originally ordered the cannon to be fired, motioned to the soldiers to stop and see what Wang Liang meant.

"Fuck you, I want your life!" Wang Liang returned the sentence mercilessly.

"Sir, your brother also killed four of me, this, I can give you money, lots and lots of money!" The second boss was suddenly anxious, this is not agreeing.

The second master thought for a while, and then reminded: "Sir, I also have more than 100 brothers in this cottage, and your strong attack will inevitably be a defeat for both sides." Think about it! ”

"Shoot Lao Tzu!?d! Dare to threaten Lao Tzu!" Hearing the bandit's threatening words, Wang Liang became even more angry, and immediately ordered the cannon to be fired.

Father? A group of regular soldiers are still afraid of you little hairy bandits, what a joke.

What Wang Liang hates most in his life is the threat of others.

Isn't it to scare Lao Tzu? I'm going to kill you!

Boom, boom......

Mortar firing.

The little fortifications built by the bandits were a joke, and one round of mortar bombardment was all over.

The door of the cottage was blown out of a gap.

The horn of the charge sounded, and the warriors began to charge.

The mortars were almost blown up, and the grass-like bandits on the wall saw that the Eighth Route Army was so fierce, where did they dare to continue fighting, and they lay on the ground and held their heads and confessed.

In just ten minutes, this cottage was successfully occupied by the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

"Who was the one who just shouted at me?" Wang Liang smiled and looked at the bandits squatting in a circle.

In addition to the more than 30 people who were killed in the bombing, the remaining 70 or so people surrendered when they saw the power of the artillery fire.

In this way, Wang Liang's side defeated Qingfeng Village without anyone being injured and dying.

Seeing that everyone dared to speak, Wang Liang was even more convinced that the bandit leader who spoke just now was mixed in with this group of people.

It must be forced by this kid's obscenity, so no one dares to point out.

"Nobody said yes, did they? Good, good. Originally, I wanted to let go of unrelated people, but in that case, I had to kill you all. Do it! Wang Liang sighed very regretfully and said.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army made a loading appearance...

"Sir, it's him! He is the second of us in charge, and today he took his brother out to rob, and he was the one who negotiated with you just now. ”

"That's right, the one who killed the Eighth Route Army was the one who was in charge, and it was he who did it."

“....”

As soon as Wang Liang's words were spoken, the sound of loading sounded.

The bandits were not calm and hurriedly stood up to testify.

"Where's your boss?" Wang Liang nodded, he had already noticed the beard, just his summer mink.

"The big boss was killed by a cannon just now." The bandits all rushed to answer Wang Liang's questions, trying to make a good impression and begging to be spared.

"Alright, except for the bearded man, get out. One thing, if I find out who is a bandit again in the future, Lao Tzu will not be as merciful as this time. "Wang Liang didn't want to kill so many people.

It's not that they are cornered, and no one wants to be a bandit.

It is not easy for everyone to live in chaos, and they have to spare and spare people.

Except for the second master.

All the bandits nodded and thanked Wang Liang for not killing.

They were all gone, and in the end, only the bearded second master was left squatting there.

Wang Liang took a big knife from Zhang Dabiao's hand and walked towards the bearded man.

The bearded man squeezed out a smile, "Sir, sir, you listen to my explanation, you have something to say, something to say, something to say....."

Poof!

Wang Liang cut off his head with a single knife.

There's no nonsense to talk about with you, you move my brother, me? Kill you.

"Da Biao, take someone in and search to see if there are any good things, take them all away. I don't believe it, there is no treasure in such a big bandit den! Rub the big knife on the body of the second master who separated the head, Wang Liang said to Zhang Dabiao.

Shouldn't there be some treasures in the bandits' den?

"Yes, Captain." Zhang Dabiao smiled bitterly, the head of the regiment is the head of the regiment, and he is energetic.

Zhang Dabiao felt that living with Wang Lianggan was full of fun.

The final result still disappointed Wang Liang.

Don't look at Qingfeng Village occupying such a big place, so many people, there are really not many treasures.

Naturally, weapons and equipment are not eye-catching.

These turtles are still using spears and big blades...

There are only two boxes of vases, bronze and other things, and Wang Liang, who is blind in the dark, can't understand it, and he doesn't know if it's worth it.

"Where's the food? There should always be weapons without food, they have a hundred bandits in this cottage, they don't even have some food reserves, right? Wang Liang was still not satisfied and asked Zhang Dabiao.

"Yes, Commander, I didn't expect that. This will take the warriors to find it. After Wang Liang's reminder, Zhang Dabiao patted his head, how could his IQ not be enough in front of the head of the regiment.

After some searching, Zhang Dabiao found a large cellar.

This cellar is very hidden, eighty percent to prevent their own people from stealing, and it is also covered with a layer of firewood.

If it weren't for the careful search of the soldiers, they would have really ignored the past.

The contents immediately aroused Wang Liang's interest.

Fifty jars of good wine, full of aroma.

Wang Liang immediately tasted the whole bowl.

The wine is crystal clear, the cellar aroma is rich and long-lasting, the entrance is crisp and sweet, and the taste is delicate and long.

"What a fucking good wine, Da Biao, you can taste it too." Wang Liang handed the bowl to Zhang Dabiao, this wine is really good.

There are also a few jars of old vinegar, a specialty of Shanxi.

What surprised Wang Liang even more was the dozens of jars of pickles.

When you smell it, you feel that the taste is not bad.

It is a radish pickle.

People who have never eaten white radish pickles will never be able to appreciate its deliciousness.

Green radish, salt, fish stuffed soy sauce, fish sauce, sesame oil, chili oil, five-spice powder, scallion oil, sugar...

It's really its raw material, it's not very complicated.

This small pickle is crisp and refreshing, with moderate saltiness and perfect taste, which can be described as an artifact for rice.

In comparison, the dozens of bags of white flour and rice are not so brilliant.

"Get the trucks in and take them all." Wang Liang waved his hand and ordered.

The hara of the warriors who went down to the cellar was about to flow out, and the cellar was full of the aroma of wine and pickles, which really made people scratch their ears and cheeks.

Get it back and eat it again, yes, that's it.

The warriors were motivated to think about it, carrying the loot. (To be continued.) )