Over the entire square, there seemed to be a huge shadow hanging over it.

The villagers in the square were all terrified, whether they were bewitched or not, and they were more or less afraid of the presence of unknown strangers in their own homes.

Five minutes later, a hooded man returned to the square with an infant baby boy in his arms: "Report! A baby has been found from the Krimu home. ”

Yi Ming looked at the three-month-old baby, and his face was extremely cold: "Who is Kerim, come out." ”

A Uyghur prime man came out of the village, cold sweat on his forehead: "It's me." ”

Yi Ming pointed to the baby: "Do you know this baby?"

Krimu whispered, "Yes, he's my three-month-old child." ”

"Acquaintance?" Yi Mingyi frowned: "What did I say on the radio?"

Kerim trembled and said, "I'm afraid that the baby will cry and make everyone noisy." ”

Yi Ming suddenly roared like a thunderbolt: "What do you say!!"

The face of the cree is like earth: "The village ...... All men, women and children in the village go to the square...... Assemble!"

Yiming turned to face the villagers: "You can't even understand the words, you don't deserve to leave with me, you can stay in this village." After speaking, he quickly raised his hand, and a black needle on the back of his hand instantly sent out and nailed it to the center of Kerim's eyebrows!

"Ah——!h

"Who's calling!come out!" Yi Ming turned his head and looked at the villagers who were in the dark.

Amu's legs trembled slightly, and he saw that the villagers around him looked at him indifferently, holding back his fear, and were about to walk out.

A big hand secretly blocked Amu's way, and his rough skin carried a mountain-like strength.

"It's me. The Uyghur old man shouted at Yi Ming, glanced back at Amu, and strode towards the center of the square!

"Ada~!" Amu exclaimed, watching his father Wei'an's back gradually move away from him.

When Yi Ming saw the old man come out, he actually laughed: "Why is it an old man? I thought it was a little girl like a flower." ”

The old man looked at Yiming calmly, and said without humility or arrogance: "It's me." ”

Yiming circled around him: "Name." ”

The old man raised his head and said, "Mula!"

Yiming nodded: "I actually noticed you, just now when I was shouting in the group, it was only you, and I didn't shout with everyone." And you interrupted me again just now, I want to ask, do you have any grievances against us?"

The old man gritted his teeth: "...... Nope!"

At this time, a hooded man came over and whispered a few words to Yiming.

Yi Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd: "I heard that last night, there was a Han man who came to your house to look for you?"

This sentence sounded like thunder on a sunny day, and it exploded in Uncle Mula's heart.

"I'm asking you!" Yiming continued to ask.

It seems that Wendi came to the house last night and was discovered by other villagers, and now is the moment when his life is at stake, if Wendi is here to find his daughter Amu, then for Yiming, an extremist, it is also not permissible to have a personal affair with a foreigner, but it will implicate his daughter! (At present, the Uyghurs are still very reluctant to marry with foreigners, but some of them are already acceptable, and Yiming belongs to the extreme thinking.) ）

A hint of determination flashed in the old man's expression, and he gently closed his eyes and said, "...... Yes, here...... It's my son!"

The audience began to whisper.

Yi Ming's face was uncertain: "Your son, call him up." ”

Wendy took a deep breath, took off the square hat from his head, looked up to reveal a face that did not belong to this land, and walked to the center of the square.

"More than 30 years ago, I intermarried a foreign educated youth, and I later learned that I had such a son, who is half Han and half Uyghur. It had nothing to do with him, and he was convinced of the organization's beliefs, and it was all my fault. ”

Yi Ming looked at Wendi's swarthy and dark face carefully, it did have a bit of Uyghur taste, although his body was strong, he was just an ordinary person. Not to mention the Han man who escaped from his hands yesterday, he turned his eyes to look at the old man:

"Do you know what the result of intermarriage with a foreigner is with me?"

Uncle Mura shook his head, but he knew in his heart that he was doomed.

"Kneel!" Yiming kicked the old man in the back knee, and the old man stumbled and knelt in the middle of the square.

Yi Ming's eight-character beard trembled and shouted angrily: "We are a holy nation, and we bear the mission of Allah! This bloodline cannot be tarnished by the half! And you, more than 30 years ago, went against your faith and committed such a ridiculous act, for this crime, you can only be executed with ten thousand arrows!"

After speaking, Yiming stepped on Uncle Mula's shoulder, stretched out his right hand and raised it to Mula's back, and dozens of black thorns instantly appeared on the palm!

"Ada~!!" Amu struggled to rush to the center, but was stopped by a Uyghur aunt!

Mulla raised her head in embarrassment, looked at Amu, showed one last kind smile, and then slowly turned to Wendi, who was full of anger beside her, and said, "Take care of your sister, Amu ......"

Wendy clenched his fists, forcibly held back his movements, nodded, and said nothing.

Finally, the old man turned his gaze to Yi Ming, his eyes full of unprecedented resentment.

Burst!

A black thorn was thrown by Yi Ming and drilled into the old man's broad back, the old man snorted, and continued to use the stubbornness of his life to fight Yi Ming with his eyes, but he didn't fall!

Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!

The continuous black needles punched into Mura's back with the beating of Yi Ming's right hand! After more than 20 stitches, the old man went down with a bang, and the last glimmer of brilliance in his eyes was handed to his daughter, and then gradually dissipated......

Yi Ming kicked away the old man's body, stabilized the square hat on his head, and looked at Wendi next to him: "I am a fair person, his fault is not your fault, how much of your blood belongs to Allah, I will slowly test!"

Wendy had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his face was like ashes. Tremblingly, he raised his right hand and put it on his chest, trying his best to control his calmness, and said in a hesitant voice: "Praise...... Praise...... Pander to...... Pull ......"

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In a stone house on the edge of the village, after Lin Yong and Tu Ying quickly dealt with the two masked men who rushed in, Tu Ying found that something was wrong with Lin Yong.

"Lin Yong, what are ......you in a daze? Why are you crying?"

Lin Yong wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes, and said silently: "Uncle Uyghur...... He's dead. ”

After speaking, Lin Yong ripped off the mask of the person lying on the ground, put it on his head, and quickly changed into their clothes, only revealing a pair of red eyes, and rushed out of the house without looking back.

"Lin Yong, why are you going! Come back!" Tu Ying couldn't call Lin Yong, he could only see the two pistols on the ground, and followed Lin Yong's footsteps out of the door.

In the square, Yiming was still waiting for the results of the search of the last two fighters.

Yi Ming faced the lifeless villagers and said loudly: "This is the end of the little episode just now, it seems that you still don't understand what I'm talking about, the two Han people yesterday, the bloodstains extended all the way to the village, but suddenly disappeared." I don't know which family sheltered them, but I do know that they are in this village!! even if one is dead, the other is still alive. I know that some of you are hard-boned, and you want to be heroes, but I also have my way, they don't die, you can! Next, I will randomly select ten villagers from the crowd, and I will let the person who protects them know that if you save one, you will die ten! One is a foreigner I don't know, and the other is a relative of my own village and the same origin. Smart people know how to choose. ”

After speaking, Yi Ming looked around at the villagers and pointed to a middle-aged woman: "You." ”

The woman was startled and trembled and said, "My lord, I don't know, I really don't know. ”

Yiming shook his head: "It's not you, it's the little girl you hid behind you, bring it up." ”

Several masked men rushed into the crowd, pushed the middle-aged woman away, and snatched a little girl of eight or nine years old behind the woman, the little girl looked at the lady in panic, and was carried to the square in shock and fear, shouting: "Amma~Amma-"

Madame was restrained by a masked man and immediately grabbed her shoulders, and shouted hoarsely: "Don't!Gulya~!Don't snatch my daughter!"

The miserable sound tore apart the souls of everyone present.

Yi Ming squatted down, looked at the cute girl like a porcelain doll in front of him, with a cold smile on his face, and asked softly, "Do you know where those two Han people are?"

"Woooooooooo......oo No, I don't know~" The girl trembled and was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

Yiming stood up, pushed the little girl under the masked male gun next to her, turned to the villager and asked, "She, it's my first question, where are the two Han people hiding?!!!

The faces of each villager were more or less unbearable, and some directly lowered their heads and silently recited the contents of the Koran.

But there was just no one talking.

"It looks like you're all asleep, so the only way to wake you up is the sound of gunshots!"

Yi Ming waved his hand at the masked man next to him, and the masked man mechanically raised the muzzle of the rifle of the black hole hole and pointed it at the little girl in front of him who was crying silently.

Time seemed to stand still for a second, and the despair became slow and suffocating. With a deafening gunshot......

Bang————!!!

The masked man, who was about to be executed, fell to the center of the square with a bang, a black hole the size of a coin in the center of his eyebrows, and the last hot smoke was still wafting in this cold world.

Yi Ming turned around sharply and looked into the distance, only to see a woman in a black tightsuit on the edge of a well in the distance, reflecting the golden glow of the eastern morning sun, raising her pistol straight to this side, her sword eyebrows locked, staring at herself deadly.

Bang————!!!

Another gunshot rang out, and it passed through the last remnants of the night, sweeping through the light of dawn, with the sound of justice.

Straight to Yiming's eyebrows!