"If you want to be a general in the future, how can you see a house and a few acres of land?" Meng Jiucheng glanced at this rammer with disdain, "The eyelids are so shallow, it's a bit out of the way, okay?" ”

Qiao E scratched her head, feeling that something was wrong. Before she could figure it out, Meng Jiucheng had already waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go." ”

Ma Si doesn't understand military affairs, and most of his subordinates are scoundrels.

In addition to Wang Da in the village, Zhao Si and Wei Hao are wealthy, with larger, strong and warm houses. These guys also occupied this place, drove the original owner's family to the hut and firewood house, killed pigs and sheep, and built nonsense.

Mu Yi and the others quietly came to Zhao Si's house, and found that there was no one standing guard, and the house was shouting five and six, and the smell of meat and wine wafted out, and they were drinking happily.

This was simple, Mu Yi led people in, walked through the courtyard, and went straight to the hall. On the way, he met two guys one after another, Mu Yi took the lead, and without saying anything, he raised a gun and stabbed him to death. More than a dozen scoundrels in the hall were drunk and hot, and before they could react, a group of men with guns and knives had already rushed in.

"Kill!" Mu Yi's spear shook, blood splattered, turned his hand and twitched, pulled out the tip of the spear, and stabbed at another scoundrel. He knew that the people behind him were still training for a short time after all, and although he was motivated by Meng Jiucheng's heavy reward, he still needed him, the leader, to take the lead in inspiring the murderous spirit.

"Kill!" The ten people behind him were driven by Mu Yi's ferocity, and their courage also grew, and they worked in groups of three, each raising their swords and guns, and slashed at the unprepared enemy.

In the midst of the flying flesh, screams came and went, and most of the scoundrels were slashed and stabbed to death before they could get their weapons. There were two people with better skills and faster reactions, like the ringleader, who used their weapons to resist, and within a few rounds, they were all stabbed to death by Mu Yi on the spot.

After a simple search, Mu Yi left five people to guard the entrance of the village, and he took the others to be led by the uncle of the big ugly and went straight to Wang Dahu's house.

Here, Meng Jiucheng and Qiao E started to act at about the same time with the people, and entered Wei Hao's house, he and Qiao E took the lead, and killed those wearing red jackets when they saw them. The clown followed closely with five people, advancing and retreating with guns and knives, killing blood.

Lao Tzu can fight ten! Meng Jiucheng found that facing these scoundrels was simply like a tiger entering a flock, and with a single shot, the opponent couldn't even block it. The difference in strength can only make his big gun a little off, at most.

Qiao E's strength is greater than him, and the newly acquired mace is even more adequate, picking it up with the sound of whirring wind, and when it is smashed down, the flesh and blood are blurred, and there is almost no one to match.

After killing before, Meng Jiucheng didn't stop much with people, left the house, and went straight to Wang Dahu's house.

The screams and exclamations caused by the killing did alarm the last gang of scoundrels, but it was also a few outside, and the guys in the house hadn't heard anything outside.

"What's wrong?" A scoundrel looked at it and said with some uncertainty: "Go in and report to the boss, right?" ”

"The boss is having a good time—" the other scoundrel hesitated, "is it that the villagers don't know what is going on, annoys them, and is torturing them for a lesson?" ”

"We'll talk about that later." The little leader was speechless, stretched his neck and looked around, and then felt that he had an idea, and said, "Niu Er, you go and have a look." ”

Niu Er didn't want to go, but he was stared at viciously by the leader, so he had to turn around helplessly. After walking for dozens of meters, a group of people rushed towards him and were bumping into the opposite side.

"Who?" Niu Er raised his gun in a bluff, and asked tentatively, "Is it Brother Qian's people?" ”

Meng Jiucheng didn't answer, and stepped forward, and a spirit snake came out of the hole, holding the end of the handle of the gun, and exerted the longest distance attack.

Niu Erzhi felt that his throat and eyes were blocked, and he couldn't make a sound with his mouth wide open, the cold spread all over his body, and his eyes were even darker.

Picking and pumping, Meng Jiucheng threw Niu Er's body aside. Far from fatigue, the continuous killings made him feel more uplifted.

In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid. People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood. The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest like iron......

Meng Jiucheng knew that in this troubled world, in addition to shrinking his neck to be a turtle and nesting in the mountains as a savage, if he wanted to make a contribution and rise up, he had to fight his way out in the sea of corpses and blood.

And fending off the rebels, and then killing this rabble, is just the beginning. For a lucky person who has died once, what else can he not give up? came to him vigorously, and this life was in vain.

Because the night was dark, there was a fire burning in front of Wang Dahu's house to keep warm, and the scoundrel who was in the bright place did not hear Niu Er's alarm, nor did he see who was coming quickly. When they found out that something was wrong, Meng Jiucheng and Qiao E took the lead and had already killed them.

First there was an exclamation, followed by a scream, and several scoundrels fell to the ground one after another in the midst of flying flesh and blood. A scoundrel turned and ran to the gate, and as soon as he stepped forward with half a foot, an arrow came from behind, and he was immediately hit and fell. The guy who was following him tripped and straightened up, when another arrow struck, and he rolled over the threshold with a scream.

Meng Jiucheng was the first to rush into the gate, and his spear danced in front of him to prevent a sneak attack. Standing still, after a moment's scrutiny, he rushed towards several oncoming figures.

On the opposite side was a leader, holding a spear in his hand, seeing Meng Jiucheng's spear stabbing coming, he stared at the vicious eyes and pulled it out, and as soon as the weapon touched slightly, Meng Jiucheng had suddenly retracted his momentum, turned the thorn into a smash, and with a brush, the big gun that drew an arc slashed at this guy's head. Boom! The guy landed on the rack with a spear, and the huge force shook his arms numb, and he took two steps back.

Meng Jiu stabbed again, the force was so strong that this guy could barely parry with a spear, but his numb arms and follow-up physical strength could no longer shake this thunderous blow. With a pop, a chill and a sharp pain came from his chest, and the black-eyed leader fell to the ground, staring at the night sky with his eyes wide open, and stopped breathing.

"Kill!" Meng Jiucheng shouted violently, stabbed out a shot, and after the two people's weapons came into contact, the scoundrel tried to swing the opponent's weapon away, but he didn't expect that Meng Jiucheng's big gun would be as if it was cast in iron, "Ah......" The scoundrel only screamed half a way before he felt his chest tighten, and then his breathing was forcibly stopped.

"Whew!" Qiao E picked up the mace and smashed it down. The opponent parried with the knife, but he couldn't stop the vigorous blow, the knife sank down, and the mace smashed on his head almost unhindered, blood splashed everywhere, and the guy didn't snort, and fell to the ground.

Under the leadership of Meng Jiucheng and others, a group of people killed more and more fiercely, and the scoundrels who heard the sound fell to death one after another, and no effective resistance was organized at all. Even a flock of sheep, led by a lion, can defeat a flock of lions led by a sheep.