On a table of eight immortals is a pair of celadon vases, and in the middle is a small Western hanging bell, and the pendulum swings back and forth.

Behind him hangs a picture of a tiger descending the mountain, and there is a plaque above it with a vigorous and powerful font: Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest

The old patriarch took a few puffs of his cigarette and leaned back on a mahogany chair.

The palm of his left hand kept turning three shiny steel balls, looking out of the door from time to time.

I thought to myself: "This kid has been missing since his cousin gave him such a small official as the deputy head of the security guard, and no one has been seen in the past few days." ”

"Maybe somewhere, where are you fooling around, that's all."

His eyebrows tightened. "Butler! Young master, what have you been doing these days? ”

"Back to the master, the young master has been drinking with a few friends outside for the past few days, and he took 20 people up the mountain to hunt early this morning, and it's getting dark, so it's time to come back."

"Since I am going to Rongjiang County on business, I have to have a rule, when he comes back, I will care what kind of deputy regiment he is, and I have to discipline him well as a father."

"How is the village these days, no one dares to talk behind their backs, right?"

"Who will be the master? Kill those poor ghosts, they don't dare. ”

The old patriarch glanced at the butler with a slit.

"Knock," he looked at the hour, "tell the guy to bring all the food, and don't wait for him, I'm hungry." ”

The effort was not great, and there was a rush of footsteps, and several servants were filling the mahogany dining table with sumptuous dishes.

A few little wives gathered around the old patriarch.

A little guy with a long-lived silver lock around his neck and a spatula-like bun on his head, a pair of innocent eyes shining with aura.

He took a big bite on a chicken leg and ate it with relish.

Jiang Shui recognized it as the son of the wicked Shi Benlai.

The river water lying on the roof of the house, looking at the night banquet below through an open tile, the calories generated by the half of the raw sweet potatoes in the stomach have long been exhausted at this time.

"Gurgling....", the stomach began to rattle.

He felt his nose reach out to the table.

Biting a sharp, long-pointed knife, he slid down a pillar in the backyard.

The courtyard was not large, and by the light of the lanterns on the corridor, it was clear that this was the residence of the old patriarch's family.

He hunched over and saw through the crack in the door that more than two dozen of his family members were eating in the house.

There were seven or eight housekeepers with bandages on their hands, and they used chopsticks to pick up the dishes on their plates, and their faces were painful.

A few people at the other table were also a little drunk, their tongues were not obeying, and their eyes were staring at both sides.

One scolded: "Brother! You're a little uninteresting! ”

"Which one is not enough to say? Oh! Say me? A few days ago, the river beat us all badly. ”

"Look at you being kicked down by him, didn't I rush up and block it for you?"

"Isn't there a saying that it's better to suffer three times than a rib, you conscienceless guy." With that, he pointed to the mouth where two front teeth had been removed.

The others burst into laughter......

Jiang Shui slipped into the kitchen, took a saltwater pig's trotter from the plate, hid behind a big tree in the yard and gnawed it.

After filling his belly, he hid in the shadows where the light could not shine, trying to find out the interior of the house.

When he touched a place, he saw a large black lock on a large door, on which a circle was drawn in ink, and a large word "machinery" was written on it.

Jiang Shui immediately understood that there were weapons in this.

He tried to pick the chain with a sharp knife, but when he saw a small window on one side of the door, he turned to the tip of the knife and gently poked into the lower end of the gap in the window, and slowly lifted it up.

The wooden tips fell off, the two windows were opened, and he turned over and entered the house.

The light in the hallway was slanting in, and the room was quite large.

There are about 10 waist knives and bows hanging on the wall, 30 Hanyang-made rifles are neatly arranged on the gun rack made of miscellaneous wood, and there are more than 20 bamboo shields on the ground, and several large bundles of red tassel guns.

When Jiang Shui saw this, he quickly thought about how to deal with it next.

If you don't deal with these guns at this time, you will definitely not be able to bear it if you attack it alone.

Just as he was about to remove the bolt of the gun, he heard footsteps from far and near.

Jiang Shui immediately closed the window, and the room immediately fell into darkness.

He pressed his feet to the ground from the window, and slowly moved from memory to the direction of the gun carriage just now.

Finally touched the body of the gun. He sat on the floor, leaning his gun on his left shoulder, about to draw the bolt. Outside, the footsteps of two people walked back and forth. I don't think well, the night is coming, and after a long time in a closed space, it will inevitably make people's chests feel stuffy.

"It's going to rain heavily on this day, and you can get a good night's sleep if it rains," said the family, fanning his chest with his sleeves.

Thunder rumbled and approached...... The sound of the stone slabs on the ground splashing with raindrops is like pearls scattered on the ground.

From time to time, thunder is mixed in, and it is a godsend. In the absence of light, Jiang Shuiyi was able to skillfully remove the bolt of the rifle, thanks to the hand-in-hand teaching of Brother Ming, who was a business-free village on Lei Gong Mountain a few years ago. After that, I heard that he was surrounded and suppressed by the government for more than 10 days, and now no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

Counting it, Brother Ming is the enlightenment master who taught him to shoot, I don't know how many times he has practiced, he has formed muscle memory, and now he is just a warm-up activity.

With about half a pillar of incense, all 30 Hanyang-made rifles were turned into a pile of burning sticks.

He took out a fire fold from his waist, pulled off the lid, and blew lightly with his mouth a few times, and a beam of light lit up the darkness with a sigh, good fellow! There were also four boxes of rifle cartridges in the corner, one of which had been opened.

The 10 barrels are placed against the bullet box, and the 20 barrels are lined up neatly.

Jiang Shui tiptoed closer, opened the lid of the wooden barrel, and a smell of nitrate came to his nose.

I was shocked, and this fire fold took some of the things in the whole room, including myself....

He placed the fire fold away from the barrel and stood on the ground.

By the light, he looked at the box that had been opened, and there were about 10 bullets scattered around. Gently opened the top ammunition box buckle, tore open the kraft paper bag, and the yellow, orange and orange bullets flashed in front of him.

He checked it, there were 20 rounds in each pack, three packs were placed horizontally, a box of 100 rounds, and there was still in the box? A few packets of grazing butter.

He packed all the bullets in this box into a cloth bag, and the remaining two boxes were also in his bag. In addition, the box of scattered bullets was also returned to the warehouse.

This gift, 300 rounds! This time it's a belly break!

At this moment, he seems to have become the richest lord of an acre and three points of land, and after a while, the people who can fight with him here only have wooden sticks and fists in their hands, and he secretly laughs when he thinks about it, this is the reincarnation of heaven and good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

It's time to get out of this house. When I walked to the closed window, I could still see the patrolling men coming and going in groups of two through the cracks in the window.

I thought that if I went out rashly like this, even if I shot as fast as I could, I wouldn't be able to solve so many family members for a while, and then it would become a hand-to-hand fight between the two sides, and the chances of winning were not good.

At this time, there are still three inches left in this fire fold to burn to the end, and Jiang Shui's heart is also anxious, what should I do.......

When he walked to the right side of the barrel filled with nitrate against the wall, he vaguely felt that the sound was a little different under his feet. He lowered himself on one knee, looked carefully at the stone floor, and blew the thick dust on the floor with his mouth, and immediately showed the marks of a square frame, and it was obvious that this was a secret door.

So how can it be opened? He thought quickly, and suddenly he noticed a slightly protruding tile on the wall next to the fire fold. With a firm press, the stone floor slowly opened silently.

A stone staircase jumps in front of you, and the river goes down the stone steps.

The lower floor is a spacious stone house. The walls are made of stone mixed with plaster.

Jiang Shui found that there was a wax table on the top of the four corners of the stone house, and a candle was inserted on it, and he lit them all. There is a back door in the stone room, bags of grain, more than 30 jars of old wine, strings of bacon and sausages hanging on the wall, and a large pear blossom wood bed in the corner of the wall, which is covered with all kinds of covers.

There are three large water tanks filled with water next to it, and there is an earthen stove for burning wood next to it. It seems that it must be a temporary shelter for the patriarch's family, and it should be said that there is food and drink for ten days and a half months.

At the other end of the room, there were more than a dozen sandalwood cabinets on the floor, ten large and three small, which he pried open one by one with a sharp knife.

There are many men's and women's clothes in the large cabinet. The small ones are all gold and silver jewelry, more than 500 pieces of Yuan Datou, 5 gold bars and some silver ingots. There was a stack of notes underneath, and he flipped through it to find his grandfather's signature

F's share, holding it in his hand was excited.

These are unrighteous riches, and I don't know how much blood and tears of the poor and the poor are dripping from them.

"We must give it all to the villagers so that they will no longer be hungry and poor.

He wrapped the valuables in several large cabinets of clothes. Walked to the back door and opened the thick iron door, pushed the door with both hands, Jiang Shui's arms swelled, and after a while, the door creaked...... Pushed away.

A fresh mountain breeze was blowing in my face, and the rain was still falling outside. Outside the door is a small platform with a steep cliff below, and a rope ladder hangs from the wall.

The three packages had been roped by him for a long time before they finally reached the ground.

Jiang Shui went up to the room with guns and sulfur again, and opened the lids of the two buckets of sulfur.

A long line of nitrate was poured down the stone steps, leading to the outside of the stone house. He used a long cotton rope to stir in the sulfur bucket to turn the whole into a lead, and then used an object in the stone house to press one end of the rope against the sulfur that had been previously on the ground, and then set the two barrels of sulfur aside.

Under the rope ladder, the fog produced by the rain is not bottomless at all, and the river water climbs down for about 3 zhang, and the lead has reached the end.

Jiang Shui pulled off the fire fold cover again, blew it a few times, leaned on the lead, sizzle.......

With a bang, the ground shook, and the last room was blown to pieces, and they all fell down.

The firelight lit up the sky.

Descending from the rope ladder, the river found something valuable that had been hung down from above. With his father and his father working in the forest since childhood, he has already trained a pair of night vision eyes, and the mountain road in the dark is naturally no problem for him.

A pair of straw sandals on his feet made him walk like the wind, and he flew over the ravines like walking on the ground.

An hour later, he struck straight through the main entrance.

There was a cacophony in the backyard

"Hurry! Go and fetch me the water from the longan well in the village. ”

"Slow down, I'll chop you up! Damn it! Whoever took the lost fire, I will bury him alive if I know it," the patriarch scolded.

The butler timidly replied: "Master! There are four shifts on duty tonight, going back and forth, but all of them have been blown up. "

He pointed his finger at the lying family members on the ground, some of their chests were thrust into their chests by the flying sawdust, and some of them were bleeding.....

The old patriarch probed a few with his fingers, but they were breathless. His eyes were burning with rage.

A "pop" of a gunshot rang out, the bolt exited a cartridge casing, and the clank fell to the ground.

A man standing at the gate with a gun on his back collapsed without a reaction.

"Someone's coming in," someone shouted and ran into the inner courtyard.

Jiang Shui immediately chased into the inner courtyard. The right half of his body poked out of a large pillar, and then bullets rained down and embedded deep into the pillar.

He quickly disappeared behind a small rockery. It is located on the right side of the house's firepower network.

A housekeeper peered out, the fire behind them was still burning, and the cries of women and children were along.

A bullet passed through his temple and fell to the ground.

A volley of guns shot at the rockery. The river has been moved to another location.

Three more daring men moved their firing positions to the front of the handover, and taking advantage of this time gap, the river water bombs fired them one by one to report to the underworld. This group of pig-brained family members shot another row of guns, hitting the rockery stones beside him and splashing sparks, Jiang Shui scolded in his heart: It's this trick again.

Then he was not polite, and put down the two black-clothed men with a set of skillful movements.

After the other party pulled the bolt for a while, only the sound of the gun's empty shot was heard.

"Hehe, there are no bullets" Jiang Shui pursed the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart.

The other party's big man said loudly: "Usually the master doesn't give us less benefits, you are not afraid of death follow me, my black tiger has killed a lot of people, today is not just death, what are you afraid of." ”

With that, he drew his knife and rushed to the river.

Shooting at close range, one shot pierces several people, either in the chest or in the head.

Loaded and reloaded, he did it in one go.

At this time, there were more than a dozen corpses dressed in black lying on the ground, and the rain on the ground was mixed with blood.

He walked forward step by step.

Walk into a small courtyard in the innermost part. Two family members protected the patriarch and his group of little wives left and right, and a delicate-faced woman tried her best to protect the child with a silver lock.

The child was also frightened by the meeting, and kept crying.

"Crying for what? It's all spoiled by your mother! He glared at the woman.

In the firelight, he had already recognized it as Jiang Shui.

"Today, you are here in blood, aren't you afraid that my son, who has been promoted to the head of the regiment, will come to you again to settle accounts?"

"He was sent far away by me this morning and will never come back!" Jiang Shui replied fiercely.

The old patriarch's jaw trembled slightly, and a tear came out of his eyes.

"I knew that I was acting arrogantly, and sure enough, I was going to kill someone, and this evil ghost came to ask for his life." He muttered to himself

The fierce light of his lowered eyes was revealed again, and with a flick of his wrist, three shiny steel balls hit the river like lightning in three ways.

What a river! One rolled sideways to dodge the fatal blow, and two gunshots rang out, and two of the men who had rushed to the front were shot and fell to the ground.

Four charming women rushed across the river and fled in all directions. He couldn't run three or five steps, and his popping vest bounced and fell in a pool of blood.

I saw that the patriarch was holding a Mauser C96 (commonly known as twenty shots) pistol in his right hand, and a puff of smoke was coming from the muzzle.

"it's hidden deep enough!" Jiang Shui was shocked.

The old man pulled his daughter-in-law in front of him and pointed a gun at the river.

The little boy on the side sat on the ground, howling and at a loss.

"If I could do everything all over again, I'd rather spend a lot of money on you to take care of my home."

"If you can, you can bring my father back to life first, old ghost!"

"Master! Let go of my mother", the child hugged the old patriarch's right leg and shook it constantly.

He kicked the child and rolled to the ground.

"Qingxi...", she exclaimed as she lost control of her emotions.

Jiang slammed down to the right and shot decisively at the old villain's left big foot that was exposed between the woman's legs.

The old wicked man fell to the ground with a scream, Jiang Shui pulled out the dart from the wrist guard of his left hand like lightning, raised his right hand, and nailed it into the throat of the other party.

The woman was so frightened that tears could not stop falling, and she hugged the little boy and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Jiang Shui walked up to him, stood on the ground with a gun in his left hand and squatted down on one knee.

Said softly: "The whole village knows that you were robbed by this family, and I will not kill your mother and son." ”

He touched the child's face with his hand.

Seeing Jiang Shui's face, the child stopped crying and looked at him blankly.

A handful of silver dollars were handed to the woman, "Go back to your mother's house, and teach your children to be good people and do more good deeds in the future!" ”

Jiang Shui walked out of the courtyard with a gun diagonally on his right shoulder. The house behind him was still burning in the rain......