Tucked away in a room with only two windows in front of the front and a large open space in front of the door, the pot keeper hid behind a wooden table that had collapsed in the doorway, and the handle of the Southern-style pistol in his hand was all cold and slippery sweat. And the other two pot burners who were huddled behind the window, holding spears in their hands, and the barrels of their guns stretched out from the window were also trembling slightly, which was obviously frightened and scared away!

There are fifty small people, more than half of them are masters who have seen blood in their hands and have taken a few lives, holding the long and short hard fire in their hands, poking at the high wall and thick base next to them, and carrying a meat ticket in the pot, but they called the two masters who came to knock the kiln to clean up the bottom of a meal!

First of all, the wall was called crossbow arrows, and the dark green picked up a dozen numbers, and the crossbow arrows didn't matter, and I didn't know what the dark green was on. In the blink of an eye, the master who was beaten by the dark green son can be pumped into a ball, and all that comes out of the seven orifices is black pus and blood, and a life will be closed in the instant!

It's easy to gather people behind the courtyard wall and wait for the rabbits, but the rain of fire that can fall from the sky has set a lot of fire on fire in the pot. In a hurry to put out the fire and save people, the two characters who came to knock the kiln slipped into the pot like needles. I listened to the screams in my ears and the gunshots continued to sound for a while, and then I looked at the rest of the people around me, there were only four or five pot burners left, and no matter how the others shouted, none of them had a voice?

Originally, I was going to rush into the room with the meat ticket and hold the meat ticket until dawn before thinking about another thing, but I saw that the three pot guys with spears and hard fire ran out a few steps towards the big room with the meat tickets, and two crossbow arrows and a dark green child had already quietly fallen on the three pot guys.

In desperation, the pot manager could only lead the only two remaining pot cooks around him, and found a wooden house with no side houses and bright sights. The hard fire in his hand was in a stalemate with the two figures outside who couldn't be seen at all.

Listening to the movement outside the house, the pot steward's eyes were staring at any slightly loud corner, and the muzzle of the southern-style pistol in his hand pointed and pointed around, but he still couldn't find a quasi-boundary to pull the trigger?

And the other two pot guys who were lucky enough to save their lives were even more hairy and stood on end, and in the weather of the tenth winter wax moon, the sweat on his body flowed into the heels of his shoes like a river. The fingers on the trigger of the spear were trembling. When a figure shook in the shadow that could be seen in front of a window, the pot burner who was guarding behind the window suddenly pulled the trigger fiercely!

In the sharp sound of gunfire, the pot burner who was guarding behind the window mouth seemed to be emboldened by the sound of the gun, and playfully pulled the bolt to molt and load, and in the blink of an eye, he shot the five bullets filled in the magazine.

Coincidentally, just as the gunfire stopped, a glimmer of green light suddenly flashed in the shadows of the house that could be seen from another window. It was only in a moment that the green light turned into the appearance of a human face. With all the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, he squeezed his eyebrows and grimaced at the pot guy who was guarding behind the window!

In the barren mountains and mountains, strong enemies are waiting outside, and there are more or less a few souls in their hands, and the pot burner who originally believed in the words of ghosts and gods suddenly called the green grimace frightened, howled and playfully fired the spear in his hand, and howled madly in Japanese: "Is it a mountain ghost?" Is it a kappa? The fox is coming to take my soul, right? ”

didn't have time to scold the frightened pot burner guy, and he was in front of the pot manager. Several green grimaces also suddenly appeared in the shadow of a house. With a cold wind blowing, those green grimaces underneath. Suddenly gave birth to a skeleton that also shone with green light, and it was so gloomy that it was not mad!

A sharp ghost whistle fluttered along the cold wind. Even if he pricked up his ears to make a closer look, he couldn't hear where the sharp ghost howl was coming from. All of a sudden, it seems that ghosts are all over the mountains!

Jumping up from behind the table in spite of it, the pot manager kicked the pot cook, who was so frightened that he couldn't even hold on to the bridge. A hard slap in the face of the pot burner: "Cheer up!" That's just a trick of the enemy! Good bullets, as long as we hold it until dawn."

Almost in habitual obedience, the pot burner who had been slapped hard suddenly stopped shouting indiscriminately, and looked directly at the pot burner standing in front of him with a pair of eyes: "But even if it is dawn, what can we do?" The two people outside were like shikiki. We don't see their shadows! Even if you want to escape, I'm afraid you'll be intercepted by them, right?! If no one escapes to report the news, we will not be able to have reinforcements! Even if someone escaped, the nearby contact points were destroyed by the heavy snow!? ”

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the pot steward seemed to be emboldening himself, and shouted at the top of his voice: "As long as we wait until dawn, we will definitely find a way!" Waiting for the dawn"

Before he finished speaking, from the back of the house in the distance, a foreign iron oil drum wrapped in strips of cloth flew over. With the twenty-pound tin oil drum falling to the ground, a pungent smell of foreign oil quickly spread around the room guarded by the pot manager!

Startled, the two pot burners exclaimed almost in unison: "It's the kerosene we put under the wall!" They're going to burn us."

Before the shouts fell, several tin drums tied up with strips of cloth had already flown in from the darkness in the direction of the house. I don't know if it's a coincidence or a heart, one of the tin oil drums slammed straight from the open door to the table that fell down at the door, and the scattered kerosene suddenly filled the whole room with the slightly fishy smell of kerosene!

One by one, the tin drums smashed around the room, and a crossbow bolt with a lit strip of cloth wrapped around the arrow slammed into the table behind the doorway. It was just a blink of an eye, and as soon as the strip of cloth wrapped around the arrow touched the kerosene splashed on the table, the flames, which were still a little yellow, suddenly turned into red eyes.

Without thinking about it, he took off the clothes on his body, and the pot manager extinguished the fire that had just been lit in three or two clicks, and shouted at the two pot burners: "Take off the clothes on your body, the kerosene will not be ignited so quickly, as long as we move fast enough, they will not be able to ignite."

Before he finished speaking, the pot steward didn't say half a word, and a torch that flew around in mid-air choked back into his stomach

Maybe the little flame on the crossbow bolt could be extinguished as soon as possible, but the torch made of strips of cloth and wheat straw dipped in kerosene fell to the ground and scattered, and the small flames all over the ground could not be extinguished one by one!

Helplessly, he grabbed the southern-style pistol in his hand, and the pot manager howled like a dying wolf: "There is no other way, break the jade!" Rush towards the house where the old guy is being held, and kill the old guy even if he dies! ”

Likewise tearing out their voices and howling, the two pot burners slammed out of the door with their freshly loaded spears. Just a few steps away from the door, the two crossbow arrows that flew from the darkness had been accurately nailed to the necks of the two pot burners.

Grabbing an iron pot in the room, the pot keeper put the pot on his head, and jumped out of the window desperately, while holding the southern pistol in his hand and shooting indiscriminately in the direction where the crossbow arrows were flying, but on the other hand, he was as short as he could, and he couldn't wait to stuff his whole body into the rusty iron pot, so as to avoid the crossbow arrows or dark blue that would fly from nowhere.

With a 'dang bang', a clay projectile exploded on the iron pot, and the huge momentum caused the pot manager to stumble violently, and his nose also smelled a strange smell of herbs that made people's hearts feel stuffy.

He didn't care about the scattered steps under his feet, and he didn't care about the severe pain caused by the two clay projectiles hitting his ribs, and the pot manager crashed into the big house with meat tickets like a wild cat with its head stepped on its tail!

It was dark outside, but there were always two bright oil lamps lit inside. The pot steward who had just crashed into the room made the sudden light dazzling his eyes, and suddenly involuntarily closed his eyes suddenly. But as soon as he closed his eyes, the pain in his heart suddenly hit from under the ribs of the pot manager. Before the pot manager could even cry out because of the sudden sharp pain, the mouth that had just been half-opened was stabbed into a sharp dagger!

Feeling the strength that disappeared from his body like flowing water, the iron pot in his hand that the pot keeper grabbed suddenly fell to the ground, and the whole person took a few steps backwards before he fell to the sky in front of the door of the house where the meat ticket was kept.

As the pot steward collapsed with a bang, from the wide open door, a ghostly sound sounded faintly. Perhaps because the character who blew the ghostly howling sound really lost his strength, the ghostly howl, which was supposed to be long and elegant, became short and weak, and after only a few chirps, it was no longer alive

Hearing the ghost howling suddenly stopped, from the shadow of a house, Han Liangpin's obviously anxious shout suddenly resounded throughout the boiling pot: "His Royal Highness Yama is here?" ”

As if trying to accumulate strength, after Han Liangpin's scream sounded for a long time, an old and tired voice finally sounded in the room with the meat ticket: "Ah Bang's soul is not merciful!" (To be continued......)