The sunset sinks in the west, the sunset shines shallowly, and the golden afterglow renders the entire Qingzhuling a piece of gold.

At this moment, in the huge Shenjia Village, everyone is preparing a sumptuous dinner at home, ready to spend a happy celebration with their families.

Suddenly, at this moment, three fast horses galloped back and forth through the house and alleys in the huge Shenjiazhai like lightning.

Bell Bell Bell !!

For a while, the rapid sound of the warning gong sounded deafeningly in the sky above the entire Shenjiazhai.

I saw Yang Feihu, Wang Gang, and Zhang Dazhuang, riding fast horses, holding gongs and striking violently, and at the same time, the three of them shouted anxiously.

"The people of Heifeng obeyed the order, and quickly rushed to the gatehouse to gather, and the owner of the village had an order, so hurry back to the mountain!"

"The black wind is in trouble, hurry back to the mountain!"

“……”

In an instant, all the Black Wind bandits who were reuniting with their wives and children heard the order of the owner of the village, their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly said goodbye to their wives and children, quickly picked up their blades and firearms, rushed out of the house as fast as possible, and ran towards the gate of Shenjiazhai.

All of a sudden, in the entire Shenjia Village, there were hurried footsteps everywhere, stirring up inside and outside the cottage, chickens and dogs jumping, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

At this moment, in the canyon outside the gate of Shenjiazhai, Nie Zheng sat on horseback, looking at the steady stream of people and horses driven out of the village, his expression was extremely gloomy.

A moment later, more than 300 bandits from Black Wind Village gathered in the canyon.

After learning of the accident in Black Wind Village, everyone's expressions were extremely solemn.

Nie Zheng slowly swept over everyone's faces, looked at Yang Feihu beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Are all our people here?" ”

Yang Feihu nodded and said, "The master of the village, all of them have arrived!" ”

Hearing this, Nie Zheng looked at everyone sharply, and ordered loudly: "The black wind is in trouble, hurry back to the mountain and go!" ”

With a burst of shouts, Nie Zheng immediately rode his horse and whipped under the protection of Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, and took the lead in galloping towards the bottom of the mountain.

On the way back to the Black Wind Ridge, Nie Zheng's face was gloomy and anxious, and he waved his horsewhip from time to time to speed up the gallop.

The cottage minions under his command were all in a heavy mood and ran with all their might, and everyone was eager to put on their wings and fly back to Heifengling immediately.

Black Wind Ridge is under attack!

After Nie Zheng heard the bad news at that time, he almost became unstable, as if he had been hit hard.

He never expected that the enemy did not ambush them on the way to Shenjiazhai, but instead suddenly attacked when they led the main force of Black Wind Village to leave the cottage!

Thousands of calculations, this point has been missed.

Before Nie Zheng and the others left, they obviously left behind forty AK47s and twenty shotguns, and gave Dong Changshu to defend the cottage.

However, just now Yi Zixuan told them that just last night, Heifeng Village was brutally bloodbathed, and no living mouth was found.

The entire Black Wind Village was turned upside down by the enemy, and I didn't know what important things they were searching for.

Thinking of Xiao Zhi's cute and silly smile before leaving a few days ago, Fang Fatzi's nagging full of concern to Fang Yuanzhi, and the laughter and farewell of a group of left-behind bandits, suddenly, Nie Zheng's heart was dripping blood, and he didn't dare to imagine in his mind what kind of tragic and bloody picture it would be to greet them when he returned to the mountain next time.

Unconsciously, Nie Zheng clenched his teeth, held the reins hard, and closed his eyes in pain.

"How can this be ......"

…………

Early the next morning, Nie Zheng led his men and horses to Heifengling.

After a sleepless night of galloping, everyone's eyes were bloodshot.

Last night, everyone gritted their teeth, endured the grief in their hearts, and tried their best to run towards the Black Wind Village, although they already knew that the cottage had suffered an accident, but they still had a trace of the only remaining illusion, hoping that this bad news was not true.

The cottage is close in front of them, but the picture in front of them is no longer the picture they were familiar with before.

This morning's Black Wind Ridge seemed very silent, lifeless silence.

Everyone rushed to the gate of the cottage, and from a distance, they could smell the strong smell of blood wafting in the air, as well as the bloody mess that came into view, and suddenly, everyone's mood became more and more heavy and sad.

The scene was quiet, and no one said a word.

Everyone lowered their heads like this, stopped behind Nie Zheng's horse with sad eyes, and stood quietly.

The flagpole erected above the gate has long been cut off, and the black wind banner that used to be waved in the wind has fallen to the ground, dyed dark red by the blood on the ground.

The corpse of Dong Changlan was pierced on the broken flagpole, and the heavy black iron spear in his hand had been cut off with a sharp weapon.

Until the moment of death, Dong Changlan clenched the broken spear tightly, and his eyes widened angrily.

Scarlet blood flowed down the flagpole, dyeing the entire flagpole a blood-red, and after a day and a night of wind blowing, the blood had already coagulated and darkened.

Inside and outside the gate of the cottage, there were bullet casings scattered everywhere, and a large number of guns seemed to have been hit hard by a sharp blade, the barrels were deformed, and the accessories were scattered all over the place.

Dozens of bloody corpses lay in pools of blood, congealing dark red blood and seeping the dirt on the ground around them into purple and black.

The four-meter-high, six-meter-wide giant wooden fence gate was forcibly knocked out of a human-shaped gap in the middle, and the arrow towers distributed on both sides of the gate were also scarred and damaged.

The bloody and chaotic scenes in front of him made every Black Wind Mountain bandit present boil with anger and grief and indignation!

Although they did not witness this bloody battle with their own eyes, they can imagine how tragic the battle that night was.

Quietly looking at all this in front of him, Nie Zheng clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were extremely cold.

Slowly walking to Dong Changlan's corpse, Nie Zheng gently stretched out his hand and closed his dead eyes little by little.

Standing under the flagpole, Nie Zheng was silent for a long time, and said expressionlessly: "Brothers, enter the village!" ”

As soon as the words fell, all of a sudden, Fang Yuanzhi, whose eyes were already red, seemed to break free from the control of Yang Feihu and Wang Gang in a frenzy, rushed into the gate of the village like a madman, and stumbled straight to the back village.

A moment later, a heart-rending wail spread throughout the entire Black Wind Ridge, and in an instant, the silent and desolate mountain range became a little more poignant.

Hearing Fang Yuanzhi's beastly wail, it kept ringing in his ears, and everyone rushed into the cottage with blood-red eyes, and in an instant, in the Black Wind Village, the roar pierced the sky, and the cries were endless.

Nie Zheng slowly closed his eyes, his chest rose and fell violently uncontrollably, and after a long time, finally, he slowly opened his reddened eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, help me to Houzhai, I want to see the brothers for the last time......"