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"Village chief, it's not good, bandits, bandits have come down the mountain......"

A teenager rushed in from outside, stammering a little because he was frightened.

Their words caught everyone's attention.

The village chief frowned slightly: "Dog, why are you still here, didn't you let you take refuge?"

This young man's name is Goudan, he is an orphan, his parents died tragically under the knife of the bandits, and he has lived with the village chief since he was a child.

"Huzi, you take the dog to take refuge, and then guard there, and then come out when it is safe. "The village chief made arrangements at short notice.

"Village chief, if the dog doesn't leave, my father and mother were killed by this group of thieves, and I want to protect the village like my father and mother. Dogan took out a wooden dagger from his pocket and said viciously.

The village chief told him about his father and mother when he was a child, his father and mother were heroes, fighting for the village, sacrificing for the village, and the little dog egg admired his parents very much, and secretly vowed to be like his father.

Now, here's your chance!

He managed to escape from his hiding place, and like a sentry he watched the movements of the bandits on the mountain, and when the thieves came down the mountain, he gave a message to the group, and then everyone defended the village together.

The people in the village never disliked him because he was an orphan, everyone accepted him and gave him warmth, which is why he had such a strong affection for the village and wanted to do something for everyone.

Dogdan's heroic dream has always existed, lurking in his heart, ready to go.

"Nonsense!" The village chief's face sank and shouted: "Huzi, knock him out and take him away, don't let him be a hero." ”

"Yes, the village chief ...... "Huzi is very strong, he is one of the best wrestlers in the village, and sometimes he will go up the mountain to hunt some game or something, he has even done wild beasts, and a young man is naturally not his opponent."

A knife hand quickly slashed at the young man's main artery, and the young man fainted, fell softly, and was stopped by the tiger and held in his arms.

Bang Bang ......

The wooden dagger in the boy's hand fell to the ground.

"Huzi, let's go, everyone will leave it to you. The village chief said.

"Village chief, take care of ......" Huzi glanced at the village chief deeply, didn't look back, and left through the back door.

"Village chief......" said a middle-aged man with a complicated face.

"Go outdoors and don't leave people in your room. The village chief sighed and said.

He bent down, picked up the dagger that the dog had dropped on the ground, wiped it with his cuffs, put it in his pocket, and walked out of the door first with a cane.

"Let's go, let's go......" Everyone rushed out.

They did not dare to leave people in the house, and the thieves had said that those who hid in the house would not be killed, after all, it was not conducive to them to loot things if someone remained in the room.

That's right, it's trouble!

Most of the people in the village have fled, and now the village is a village of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the real sense, and more than 100 people have consciously come to the entrance of the village, like lambs to be slaughtered, with bitterness in their hearts and an inexplicable sense of honor.

If they accidentally die, but give their juniors a chance to live, they think it's worth it.

This may be the tacit understanding between the bandits and them for many years, the bandits know that most of the people in the village are hiding, but they don't look for them, they need some people who will consciously produce food for them, and it is absolutely no good for them to kill them all.

If the thieves are in a good mood, maybe they will spare them, and if they are in a bad mood, then kill a few people to get angry, well, the anger is over, and it will be fine.

"Village chief, they're coming. The sharp-eyed man whispered.

The village chief stared into the distance, and there was dust in that direction, and there was a faint sound of footsteps.

They, here.

"this group of dog thieves, if Lao Tzu is a spirit master, he must break them into thousands of pieces!" someone gritted his teeth and said, the "clucking" sound of tooth grinding, and the feeling of powerlessness kept coming from his chest.

The people in the village are like fire and water with this group of thieves, and if they had that strength, they would have been fighting with them for a long time.

It's a pity that they don't even have the qualifications to fight with him, isn't that a moth to a fire? When the moth dies, the fire grows stronger.

It's really ironic, ordinary people are really too small in this fantasy world, and the village chief is right, it's great to be alive.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people came to the village, ignored the village chief and the villagers, and stepped out of the village directly.

Without discipline, as soon as they entered the village, they scattered and walked into the houses to search for what they needed and could see.

The villagers saw it in their eyes, gritted their teeth, but were indifferent, things like this have been experienced countless times since they can remember.

Get used to it.

"Village chief, we haven't seen each other for a long time, during this time, you have a good time, do you sleep soundly, do you miss me......?"

A feminine voice sounded, and I saw a thin man walking towards the village chief and them with small steps, he was wearing clothes made of animal skins, full of ruffianism, but his appearance and figure temperament were feminine, like a tender willow that would be bent by the wind at any time, fluttering in the wind.

It's just that this man has an evil smile on his face, and he is holding a short sword studded with colorful gems in his hand.

Seeing this person, the villagers' faces were not very good, and some even couldn't hold it all at once, and rushed up to fight to the death.

The village chief reluctantly squeezed out a smile and smiled at the man, the wrinkles on his face trembled, and his face was not good-looking.

This person is the eldest young master of Qingfeng Village, Zhang Chao.

Don't look at him like this, this person is a ruthless character.

The people in the village know his bloody methods well, and it is difficult to wash away his cruelty and blood against him.

He is one of the most hated bandits by the villagers.

The villagers didn't speak, and the thief didn't have nothing to say, he held a twig in his mouth, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes glanced around.

After a while, the bandit minions returned, and they all had some things in their hands, which were piled up on the ground, and soon, these things were piled up on the ground and a large mountain of grain.

The villagers dare not speak out, these things are their harvest and the food they depend on for survival.

"Boss, these are the things that were found from the untouchables' homes, and this time the amount is so small, I'm afraid these untouchables have hidden them privately. The little minion with a sharp beak said the monkey's cheeks.

"Nonsense! The heavy rain some time ago destroyed the crops, and all the grain we worked so hard to grow is here......"

"Go and step on the horse!Did Lao Tzu let you speak?" Zhang Chao, the thief's eldest and youngest man, changed his face, flew out and kicked the person who spoke more than ten meters away, his eyes moved away, looked at the village chief, and said coldly: "Village chief, do you really regard Lao Tzu as a begging for food?

"The master came here with a group of brothers who worked hard, shouldn't you give the master an explanation?"

Zhang Chao said, pointing the short sword in his hand at the village chief and nodding on his chest......

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