Chapter 257: Conflict (Page 1/1)

This stationing is a few days, these days for Zhang Muyang and a group of inmates are really like fairies, in addition to sleeping, the daily time must be to go out to hunt some wild things, drink two taels of wine, and after a long time, I am used to living like this.

No one cares anymore why this team doesn't move on, and how long they stay here......

Although the two camps are not far apart, but there is little back and forth, and they basically don't say hello when they see each other on weekdays, and even more so, they all say nothing to each other and spit on each other.

Although there is some friction, after all, they all wear the same clothes and hats, and they are somewhat scrupulous when they conflict.

Although Zhang Muyang knew that there was constant friction on weekdays, nothing major happened, and he would not care too much about asking, but put all his energy on Zhang Mufan, after all, this was the first apprentice he accepted.

It's just that today, before lunch, Zhang Muyang heard the hustle and bustle outside the tent, and there was a lot of scolding.

"It's not going to be a fight when it's so noisy outside!" Zhang Mufan poked his head out and said.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Muyang waving the long whip in his hand and hitting Zhang Mufan's shoulder, and said with a bit of an old gentleman's demeanor: "Cultivate your heart!" ”

"But the master ......" Zhang Mufan is a child who grew up on the street, what kind of voice will happen to what kind of thing, he is a clear door.

"Hmm!" Zhang Muyang didn't pay attention to these, and slapped this apprentice on the shoulder, in fact, it wasn't that he didn't like to join in the fun, but after all, now that he is someone else's master, he has to do more or less to be a little more or less.

But it didn't take long for the Qing cultivation between master and apprentice to be broken by a guy who broke into the door, only to hear the person who came said in a panic: "Oh no, the fight started." ”

"Fighting?" When Zhang Muyang heard this, he only felt that his blood was surging, and he rushed out immediately, as if he was a hot-blooded teenager, where was there any stability and calmness as a teacher.

"Hey, master, master, you wait for me!" Seeing that the master ran out, Zhang Mufan also immediately got up and followed.

When the two of them came to the edge of the tent, they saw that the people on both sides had already scuffled with each other, and they were still scolding each other, and from time to time they would see that someone's head had been opened, and most of his clothes were dyed red.

Zhang Muyang had long expected that there would be such a day, but when he really saw this day, he didn't care about thinking about some consequences and other things, so he picked up a half-burned wooden stick and waved it towards a man from a hostile camp.

I saw that in the flying of Mars, a big man with a beard was knocked out by Zhang Muyang's stick, looking at the stun of a person with a stick, Zhang Muyang's mouth was a little evil and grinned, and he vaguely exuded a bit of imperial breath, and he stunned three or five people under the pursuit of victory.

The wolves who were already fighting each other, seeing the living person rushing towards them, and looking at their fallen companions, all seemed to be ignited at the moment, and came towards Zhang Muyang alone, and those who were the last onlookers saw Zhang Muyang killing there, and a few of them were gritting their back molars and raising their guns to aim at Zhang Muyang.

The soldiers on the side seemed to have met Zhang Muyang's next fate, where they were holding guns in their arms, grinning, and their eyes clearly said that they had pronounced Zhang Muyang's death.

"Bang!"

Only a thunderous gunshot was heard, and the flying bullets fell like heavy hammers, followed by the sight of a man falling to the ground.

But with the sound of this gunshot, the red-eyed people also quieted down.

"Six sons, six sons......"

As soon as Zhang Muyang heard that it was the sixth son, a nameless fire rose from the bottom of his heart, and when he lifted the stick, he threw it at the soldier who fired the gun.

At this time, the soldier was showing off to others a little proudly because he fired the first shot, thinking that he was alone to suppress the other party, who would have thought that this group of death row prisoners he usually didn't look at would dare to sneak attack him.

When he was careless, he was pierced through half of his body by Zhang Muyang's angry stick, and he could even smell a faint smell of barbecue.

Seeing that his comrades-in-arms were suddenly stabbed to death, the rest of the soldiers panicked, and subconsciously pulled up their guns and prepared to shoot this madman to death, but when everyone looked at Zhang Muyang, they were stunned.

It was a kind of fear, a fear from the bottom of the heart, it could be said to be instinct, it was the kind of indescribable instinct, as if animals would subconsciously run away when they saw a tiger, and Zhang Muyang in front of them at this time was exactly like this, that was a kind of momentum.

Maybe they were stabbed by Zhang Muyang's burning eyes and couldn't open their eyes, those soldiers put down their guns one by one, and looked at the ground a little evasively, but when they saw the pierced comrade again, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, only to see that the wood was as thick as the bowl mouth, and the beginning was not sharp, or even a little blunt, after all, it was the burned side, but it was the wooden stick that didn't look sharp enough to pierce a person.

Everyone thinks that this is impossible, that it is completely impossible to achieve by people, and that even listening to others talk about it will say that it is "untrustworthy" and cannot be resolved.

But what I saw now was indeed real, and there was no deception at all, and even a few soldiers rubbed their eyes a few times in disbelief.

Zhang Muyang didn't have time to think about this, but had already lay down beside Liuzi's body, and looked at the wound with some concern.

"Sixth son, you can't have an accident, you have three long and two short, how can I explain to the dead old lady!" A man said with tears in his eyes.

"Liuzifu has a great life, and he will definitely be fine." Someone comforted.

"At this time, don't fucking make fun of Lao Tzu, that foreign gun Lao Tzu has seen it, one shot can blow up all the rabbits, pity my little six sons!" The man said while crying.

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