Fighting swordsmen in Sijiu City, when fighting with people on weekdays, he has always paid attention to a style of showing his face and becoming famous. Even if you are fighting with people in the middle of the streets and alleys, in the secluded and uninhabited territory, after the victory, you have to pull your neck and shout at the idlers who are looking at the wind in the distance with a loud voice: "There is a wrong, there is a debtor, the master does not change his name, he does not change his surname, and he sits in the second position in the Qilin line in Sijiu City!" There is really someone who is not satisfied with today's scene, and he is waiting for that brave and fat character to come to the door to advise! ”

After such a number of famous roads, ordinary people invite famous people in this industry to make a difference, and the price naturally can't be stingy, right?

But there are always exceptions to everything, and anyone who fights knives in Sijiu City responds to the dark red of the rich and wealthy privately buying people's lives, or the red difference of cutting grass and roots, but they also have to cover their faces when doing things, so as not to cause some trouble for no reason after they see their faces.

Seeing that the knifemen who jumped into the courtyard were all covering their faces with their cheeky hats, the stocky man in the iron gun handkerchief suddenly laughed strangely, and shook his wrist and brushed the head of the iron gun in his hand with a spear head flower: "Good guy, these knifemen in the city of 49 can still accept the messengers of the dart masters to take care of the home for others?" Aren't you also disobeying the rules of the rivers and lakes? Do you dare to show your head when you block the façade? What's wrong? Do you have to see blood today? ”

Riding on the wall, the dozen knifemen who had just spoken in a tone held a long-barreled five-shot pistol in his hand, and sneered at the stocky man who spoke in the iron gun handkerchief: "I said that this gentleman in the iron gun handkerchief has reached this stall, can we still be guilty of breaking these pieces of soup?" Ma You'er, put down the broken pieces of iron in your hands, and obediently kneel down and wait for the fate! Otherwise, I and my brothers will tithe. Then next year is the anniversary of your death! ”

It seems that he didn't even see the hard fire in the hands of more than a dozen knife fighters, and the stocky man who spoke in the iron gun handkerchief pouted his lips with disdain: "You and I are the Ding brothers in the iron gun handkerchief, aren't you?" You take yourself too seriously, don't you? I said brothers, untie the clothes wrapped around your bodies, and open your eyes to these gentlemen who are fighting swordsmen in the Forty-Nine City, and have a long insight! ”

Suddenly the promise was heard. Ding Gang, who was almost half of the number of iron guns, casually put down the household belongings in his hand, and tore open the tufts of new cotton robes wrapped around his body with a big grin, exposing the yellow and clear bamboo pipes that were tightly tied to his body in front of the eyes of the knife fighters.

Very proudly cocked his thumb back and gestured, and the stocky man who spoke in the iron gun scarf said with a big grin: "Have you seen it?" One of my brothers is counted as one, and all of them are tied to the mountain-opening explosives bought by the foreigners, and they will explode when they see a little spark! I said, all the men who are fighting in the four or nine cities, which of you will move your second thumb, and the two of us will go to the king of Yama together to break the friendship? ”

Without thinking, the knifeman riding on the wall jerked the muzzle of his gun. According to the nearest iron gun man, Ding pulled the trigger. With the sound of gunshots, a bowl-sized flesh hole exploded in the chest of the iron gun, and he fell to the ground on his back without even saying a word, and the three-foot iron gun tightly held in his hand also fell out, but the bamboo pipe tied to his chest did not explode as expected? !

With pursed lips, the knifeman riding on the wall gently blew the wisps of green smoke coming out of the muzzle, and said with a disdainful sneer: "What the hell is the mountain explosive that the foreigner bought?" You really have this money in your iron gun and dreadlock, I'm afraid that there is no place to eat in the outer road for a long time, right? Pretend to be a ghost to scare Yama and pretend to be a demon to coax the city god. Iron Gun Locks is such a big name, and after making trouble for a long time, he just made up for it in front of the rabbit guts?! ”

There was a fierce glint in his eyes. The stocky man who spoke in the iron gun scarf gritted his teeth and roared viciously: "The people in the Forty-Nine City are really masters who know the way, right?" If I don't show you some real chapter in this face today, I will really make people look down on my brothers in the iron gun! Shoulder to shoulder, hands-on! ”

As the words fell, a sharp gunshot rang out from outside the courtyard wall. Almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out. The head of the swordman riding on the wall suddenly appeared with a transparent hole in the cross, and his whole body fell down from the wall like a sack.

Turned into elbows and armpits, and the knifemen who had the upper hand on the scene with the hard fire in their hands had not had time to come back to their senses, and those iron guns and big knives in their hands had already whistled together. Regardless of it, he pounced on the knifemen who were stunned.

Although the short gun can be regarded as a useful hand-to-hand fight in close combat, many knife fighters usually use some daggers, shovels, iron rulers, and steel whips. is just a face-to-face kung fu, the Ding gang in the iron gun and the knife fighter in Sijiu City actually fought a tie scene where there were mutual casualties and no one could take too much advantage?

Not only was there a fighting scene in the wall of the village, but the iron guns and handkerchiefs left outside the courtyard to protect the hidden piles on the back road and the people who were used to preparing to repair the knives after breaking were also holding the hard fire in their hands and getting up. It is estimated that both sides have spears in their hands, although the gunshots are not dense, but listening to the screams and shouts outside the walls of the village, it seems to be a comparable number of roads?

The stocky man who spoke in the iron gun handkerchief looked at the bloody gun hole on his shoulder indifferently, and then looked at the knifeman who had finished shooting the short gun bullet and was holding the dagger and the iron gun and the iron gun and the knife man who were fighting, and suddenly tore out his throat and shouted: "Shoulder to shoulder, step up, no human buds will be left!" ”

In the roaring sound of violent promises, no matter whether they were the iron guns with no injuries on their bodies, all of them had seven points of strength under their hands, and they were all fierce and fierce ways to exchange one of their arms and legs for the opponent's life. In the blink of an eye, several knifemen were slashed and stabbed to the ground.

In the 49th City, when it comes to fighting alone and fighting in a pile, most of them can be regarded as good hands. But when it comes to facing these iron-speared men who have been plundering caravans on trade routes outside the mouth all the year round and are accustomed to fighting with large groups of men and horses, they have lost momentum in their fighting style first. He also has all the daggers and knives he carries with him, and when he puts on the iron spear and big knife. The loss suffered in weapons is not a little bit!

Obviously, the iron gun in front of him can't be regarded as a good eye, and when he deals with it seriously, he can pick it up with two or three faces, but he can't stand the iron gun in front of him, and he just waved his hand and hit him into his arms, forcing himself to retreat again and again to make a scene of fighting back. But as soon as he used the small knife in his hand to open the iron spear that pierced in front of his eyes, he was holding the skill frame to use a bow to shoot the moon, and wiped the neck of the iron spear handkerchief, but he didn't expect the two ghost-headed knives around him to attack and kill without a sound, and he opened two bloody gaps under the flawed ribs

That is, after ordinary people drank a pot of hot tea, the swordsmen in the courtyard were already wiped out. And outside the courtyard, there was also the shouting of the iron gun and the handkerchief Ding gang with a little outside the road: "It's all pinched!" ”

Listening to the shouting sound coming from outside the courtyard, there were a few iron guns and handmaidens who were lucky not to be injured. Suddenly, he smiled and held the bloody iron spear in his hand, and killed the knifemen who were groaning and struggling in a pool of blood, and said in a low voice: "I can't complain about the black hands, I don't have you in this face today!" ”

"Long pain is better than short pain, Ye is waiting for you on the road!"

"Still thinking about pretending to be dead"

In the midst of the screams that rang out one after another, the stocky man who spoke in the iron gun handkerchief turned his head to look at Bi Desheng, who was already paralyzed on the ground and his feet were still nailed to the ground, and pointed at Bi Desheng with the bloody iron gun head in his hand with a cruel smile: "What's the matter?" Is it to tell the truth at this time, or to let the master work hard again and serve you well? ”

Shaking his head like a rattle. Bi Desheng, who was already frightened by the fighting scene just now, peed his crotch, raised his hand without hesitation and pointed to a dilapidated hut full of firewood and grass in the courtyard: "The things transported by Duan Ye of the Patrol Police Bureau are all hidden in the cellar, and the mouth of the cellar is in that firewood room!" You have removed the firewood and grass from that house. Dig two feet down from the northeast corner of the house, and you can see the stone slab that covers the mouth of the cellar! ”

Waving his hand to signal a few uninjured iron guns and handmaidens to go straight to the firewood room to move firewood and grass, the stocky man standing in front of Bi Desheng smiled and hummed at Bi Desheng: "Wouldn't it be better to tell the truth so happily?" You can't even commit it and still get a guy on your body, right? Let me ask you again, the patrol police station surnamed Duan has arranged so many knifemen guarding the kiln near the left side of this kiln, did you know before? ”

Waving his hand again and again, Bi Desheng replied without hesitation: "I really don't know this!" I've been guarding this kiln for Duan Ye here for three years. I never knew that there were knife fighters watching near the left side of this kiln! ”

"Does the person surnamed Duan often come to this kiln?"

"From the time I guarded this kiln to now, Duan Ye has only been here once, and he has never shown his face since burying those things in the cellar!"

"Do you know where there is an empty courtyard near here?"

"There's a small water mill five or six miles away from here, and I guess these people are cats staring at this farm? There are no more people on the side, and I can't see a few people on weekdays. The nearest village is also twenty miles away."

Turning his head to look at a few iron gun handklocks who came out of the firewood room and nodded to him again and again, the man who was standing in front of Bi Desheng suddenly waved the iron gun in his hand and stabbed Bi Desheng's throat fiercely: "Then it's useless to keep you" (to be continued......