After Chen Zhijie heard Chen Zhanjun's bang, he never dreamed that he was a praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches, and seeing that the revenge against Chen Qing was about to succeed, but halfway through, he made a trip to bite the gold, and Chen Zhijie felt completely bad in his heart.

However, Chen Zhijie is Chen Zhijie, not only will he not stop until he reaches his goal, but he will not die until the heart of the Yellow River does not die, Chen Zhijie stood at the intersection of the village and frowned, thinking about it.

Chen Zhijie thought in a blink of an eye that he and the masses could easily settle Chen Qing, leaving one Chen Zhanjun to fight alone with the masses, and the masses would be even more at their fingertips, and the masses could subdue Chen Zhanjun without much effort.

As for Chen Zhanjun's rod and bird gun in his hand, Chen Zhijie has been the deputy captain of the production team for so many years, and he has not seen it or heard of it.

Chen Zhanjun is a veteran, a soldier can only point a gun at the enemy, if the gun is aimed at the people and something happens to the people and the people are not killed, even if the people are injured, the crime is very serious, Chen Zhijie is bold and dead, Chen Zhanjun does not dare to shoot at him and the masses.

As a result, Chen Zhijie was startled by the sound of birds on the road into Hao Jiali Village, and then he recovered from no one in his eyes and disdained Chen Zhanjun.

Without waiting for Chen Zhanjun to walk down the road into the village from the threshing field and approach the four people carrying Hao Jiali to rescue Hao Jiali, Chen Zhijie ordered the people who suddenly stopped on the road to follow his 180-degree turn, turned around and carried Hao Jiali all the way back to the threshing field in Hao Jiali's village.

Chen Zhanjun, Chen Qing, Chen Feng, Cao Juying, all thought that Chen Zhijie returned to the harvest field because he was afraid of Chen Zhanjun and the bird gun in Chen Zhanjun's hand, but in fact, Chen Zhijie wanted to cut the grass and eradicate the roots to take Chen Zhanjun in one fell swoop, Chen Zhijie planned and solved Chen Zhanjun, before the new production team captain was produced, he Chen Zhijie punished Hao Jiali and no one would be able to control and stop him, and then he would beat Hao Jiali if he wanted to, and kick Hao Jiali if he wanted to, and do whatever he wanted.

Chen Zhijie's abacus can be described as a perfect beat.

However, it backfired, and when Chen Zhijie and the masses were all standing in groups of three or five like trees in the forest on the threshing field in Hao Jiali's village, Chen Zhanjun had already inserted the rifle of the bird's gun* and aimed the direction of the gun's mouth at Chen Zhijie, and Chen Zhijie realized that in the end, he and the masses were not Chen Zhanjun's opponents at all.

After returning to the field, Chen Zhijie was also a seed who was not afraid of death at first, he approached Chen Zhanjun with a smile, and on the other hand, he quietly provoked the crowd behind him and said: "Folks! Do you see this bird in front of me? I, Chen Zhijie, am going to die today under the mouth of the heroes of our production team to resist US aggression and aid Korea, and I, Chen Zhijie, have died unjustly! I died at the hands of this hero for the sake of the masses, for the work of the production team, folks! You all have to keep in mind that you will avenge my Chen Zhijie when he has the opportunity one day! And, folks! It doesn't matter if I'm dead, I just didn't ask the arsonist for everyone, and asked the arsonist to get back everyone's losses, I, Chen Zhijie, am ashamed of you! ”

Chen Zhijie's move to shout grievances was really fatal, and immediately, the crowd pounced on Chen Zhanjun like hungry wolves, and shouted in his mouth: "Protect Deputy Chen!" Whoever tries to stop us from taking the arsonist is against us! We're not kind to anyone! ”

Chen Zhanjun didn't have time to think about it when he saw the crowd's situation, grabbed Hao Jiaming's right hand, which was not injured, lifted Hao Jiaming's small body and hid it behind him to protect it, and then the two of them were forced by the advancing crowd to retreat to the side of the house at the edge of the field.

At this time, as soon as Hao Jiaming hid behind Chen Zhanjun, he showed his frightened eyes and watched the crowd approach Chen Zhanjun like a tide, and when he got closer, Hao Jiaming was so frightened that his legs trembled and his urine was in his pants.

Hao Jiaming was terrified.

Hao Jiaming hurriedly called Chen Zhanjun over, as soon as he arrived at the threshing field, Hao Jiaming raised his eyes and saw the injured uncle and mother on the threshing field, as well as the grandmother lying at the door of his house, similarly, Hao Jiaming was afraid that his grandfather Chen Zhanjun would also be injured by these people, there were too many people in the production team on the threshing field, if the grandfather was also injured by these people like his uncle and mother, Hao Jiaming was anxious that his sister would really have no one to save him, and if something happened to his sister, there would be no food at home in the future, and he and his mother would starve to death. Hao Jiaming thought of this as the simplest.

Chen Zhanjun didn't know that Hao Jiaming was afraid behind him, and he was going all out to think about how to let the masses not be hurt by him and suppress the masses, Chen Zhijie was right, Chen Zhanjun would not shoot at the masses, because the duty of a soldier is to defend the country and protect the people.

And not only that, Chen Zhanjun also has a weakness that is controlled by Chen Zhijie's throat, and Chen Zhijie is lucky to have this bird in Chen Zhanjun's hand.

Chen Zhijie pondered, even if Chen Zhanjun has a bird gun in his hand, it is not very useful, the bird gun in Chen Zhanjun's hand is not a real gun, it is not lethal enough, and there is no real bullet. Medicine. Compared with bullets, it is much inferior, and Chen Zhanjun's bird gun is not *, Chen Zhijie has read so many books, and the articles about war in the books have * illustrations and explanations, and the war books that Chen Zhijie saw in the Xinhua Bookstore of the commune also have * patterns, and the commune organizes the personnel of the Literature and Art Propaganda Department to go to the countryside to show most of the movies in Hao Jiali Village every month, and most of them are combat films, Chen Zhijie still knows a little about *.

Looking at the situation on the harvest field, Chen Zhanjun has to deal with so many people, unless he uses * to strafe, otherwise, with this bird gun in Chen Zhanjun's hand, Chen Zhijie thinks that Chen Zhanjun is better off with a knife and stick.

Indeed, the bird gun in Chen Zhanjun's hand is similar to a rifle, and every time he fires. At this moment, the masses are only one step away from Chen Zhanjun, and the bird gun in Chen Zhanjun's hand is almost touching the chest of the masses.

Chen Zhijie judged that Chen Zhanjun was dead, and he didn't dare to shoot the masses like shooting the enemy on the battlefield, and Chen Zhanjun himself couldn't live if he killed the masses, Chen Zhanjun could only shoot the masses with a bird gun, and the injury was to Hao Jiali's hometown, as long as these combative and combative people would not die, the pain of the wound was as easy as a scraper on the face, and these people were injured and bleeding, and they had to fight with their opponents and enemies to the end, and they would fight to the end.

This time, even if Chen Zhanjun shot and wounded these people, it would have no effect, and Chen Zhanjun could only have time to injure the crowd who was walking in the front and the closest to him, and if he wanted to drive the second crowd away, he would get angry again. Medicine. When he pulled the trigger again, the number of people in the crowd had already turned over his bird gun as if they had cast a net from heaven and earth, surrounded his body, and gave him enough punches and kicks.

Chen Zhanjun had no choice but to think of a way to kill a hundred people and kill chickens to show monkeys to deter the masses.

Chen Qing and Chen Feng, who were injured on the field, also held their breath at this time, staring at what Chen Zhanjun was going to do next, they couldn't give Chen Zhanjun any help, and it was up to Chen Zhanjun to decide whether he would live or die.

Cao Juying, who was lying on the ground at the door of Hao Jiali's house, was not as resigned to fate as Chen Qing and Chen Feng thought, and her husband was at the mercy of the masses. Cao Juying cheered up some energy at this time, she climbed to the wooden pillar of the eaves of Hao Jiali's house, Cao Juying wrapped her hands around the wood of the house pillar, and then prepared to faint and shouted excitedly at her husband Chen Zhanjun: "Old Chen! Shoot! Hurry up! You don't kill Chen Zhijie, this bastard! He's going to kill our Lili, Lili can't die in his hands, you kill him! You want to pay for your life and take me! I'll go to jail for you! You're fast! Don't grind. ”

Chen Zhanjun didn't listen to Cao Juying immediately, when he retreated to the ditch near the eaves on the threshing field, the crowd saw that Chen Zhanjun had no place to retreat, and the crowd heard Chen Zhijie shouting excitedly not like shouting, screaming not like screaming: "Folks! Take down Chen Zhanjun! Everyone has a work point plus! ”

Suddenly, the crowd unceremoniously threw their bodies, hands and feet towards Chen Zhanjun like branches blown by the wind, and Chen Zhanjun finally pulled the trigger of the bird gun again.