The old man who had beaten the head was old enough to live, and he was the first to wake up from the shock, and he carefully looked at the knights in front of him with his faint old eyes, and the beads of sweat on his face quickly appeared.

The old man is old, and most of his life has been in prison, from petty theft when he was a child, to the later bullying and domination, he escaped several severe beatings so that the old man has a good eye, just with these eyes, the old man knows that these people in front of him are not comparable to ordinary policemen.

The old man has seen murderers, and he has seen ruthless characters, but he has never seen such a person, and it is not one but a group, and everyone in front of him has a momentum like a mountain, and this momentum is mixed with a strong smell of blood, especially the indifference shot out of those eyes, which contains a disregard for life and death, and ruthlessness for life.

In the eyes of these people, what the old man saw was the meaninglessness of life and death for his own group of people, which could not be practiced by killing one or two people.

The old man strengthened his courage, stretched out his hand and arched his hand at the leading knight: "May I ask which way you are the uncle?" ”

Poof! Jian Heng, who was standing on the small dirt slope, couldn't help but laugh when he heard it.

Jian Heng snorted here, because it was close, that is, it was almost a few tens of meters away, and it was still late at night, so he was happy, not to mention the old man, and all the people who came out of the village looked in the direction of Jian Heng on the hillside.

The old man instantly understood that the one standing on the dirt slope who seemed to be squatting in a golden pot was the one who counted, so he arched his hand at Jian Heng again: "May I ask if it is the good man on that road, we went to the village to ask ourselves if we offended the good man on the aisle, I don't know why we ......met so much today."

Jian Heng was made to cry and laugh by the old man's sour words: "Old guy, are you filming a TV series with me?" What are you doing with all this nonsense, now you have two choices, get down on your knees and let me break one of your legs, or they rush in and break both of your legs! ”

Jian Heng Monkey was on the horse, bent over and folded his hands on the saddle, looking at the old man with a different kind of playful eyes, as well as the group of young and sick people behind the old man.

Although these people all seem to be people who get on the bus and ask someone to give up their seats, these people are carrying weapons in their hands, some are sticks, some are pitchforks, and some are directly carrying a kitchen knife.

When the old man heard this, he turned his head and subconsciously looked at the knights who were close at hand, only to see that they were standing in front of him like a stake.

His eyes were on the knights, and the old man's brain kept moving: This is not a thug of a local tyrant, a tyrant can't afford such a person, and it is impossible for him to have the ability to train such a person to be a thug, let alone a hero, the underworld is quite good in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is all scum in front of the regime. These people in front of them are really regular troops, and they are also armies that have killed people!

The conclusion reached made the old man feel quite ridiculous, the old man felt that this thing was strange from the inside out, even if the country wanted to exterminate the village, it only needed to dispatch the armed police, a group of villages with at most a few earthen cannons, where would it be the opponent of the dictatorship?

Now there are actually soldiers from the era of cold weapons in front of him, and he is wearing armor that he has never seen before, and a horse is wrapped in iron sheets, not to mention anything else, if the equipment of these horses is exchanged for money, it seems to be more than enough to deal with his own village, why is there such a big movement?

We are just a dirt village, where is it worth moving so much? The old man's heart was bitter.

Where can the old man come up with it, the person who instructed the person who planned this operation has always felt that it is not safe to use a chicken killing knife, and if it can be used, it must be a knife, so that it can be guaranteed.

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, Qianqian Village is 'blessed', Jian Heng directly brought out the core army of a country from the space, and the several generals who commanded this thousand-person army, just take out one at random, in the space world, they are all famous generals, each of them is a 10,000-person general, used to deal with a small village, saying that killing chickens with a knife, exaggerating is to take off his pants and fart, which is completely redundant.

"Have you thought about it?" Jian Heng looked at the old man.

Glancing at this group of people just now, Jian Heng found that among these people there were still organic spirit people, for example, someone was now holding a mobile phone and pointing it at the knight in front of him, secretly patting. Of course, the person who took the shot may think that he is hiding it well, but of course he only thinks it himself.

But Jian Heng didn't care, as long as there was ten minutes, Jian Heng believed that these knights could solve the problem perfectly, and it was impossible for the police to come in ten minutes, this is a mountainous area, and ten minutes of police not even to the foot of the mountain is not enough. Even if it is a troop, even if it is set off with a assembly belt, even if it is on the plane, it will take at least half an hour, and when they come, Jian Heng will not know where to go.

Jian Heng guessed right, there was a person in the crowd who was shooting with a mobile phone, but Jian Heng's guess was a little incorrect, the person who took pictures with a mobile phone was not smart, let alone trying to save evidence or anything, the person who took the mobile phone was doing a live broadcast, and he was asking for praise in the live broadcast room.

Where did Jian Heng think that when he was dying, there were still people asking for praise on live broadcasts, of course, with Jian Heng's experience, I really couldn't understand that some young people now, let alone half-grown children, actually asked for praise from their recently deceased mothers, and some people followed suit.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, he directly reached out and waved it gently.

After receiving Jian Heng's order, the knights moved in an instant, and the originally quiet night was immediately broken by the sound of horses' hooves.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of the horse's hooves changed from slow to urgent, almost within ten paces, and the speed of the horse was raised, and the excellence of the war horse and the elite of the knight were visible.

When facing the knight's charge, all the villagers froze at once, they never thought that when they faced the charge of the cold-armed cavalry, they would be frightened and numb their hands and feet, and even so numb that they forgot to flee. Modern people don't understand what kind of existence the knights in the age of cold weapons are, and how much courage it takes to face the charging cavalry.

Swish!

As they approached the crowd, the knights drew their wooden practice knives, and as soon as they arrived, the people standing in front of the crowd burst into shouts.

The shouting sound brought all the villagers back to their senses, and where did the villagers who came back to their senses still have the momentum when they first came out, and instantly threw away the martial arts in their hands, and if the rabbits that blew up the nest were scattered. The knights, on the other hand, maintained their formation, like a net, slowly tightened, and all the villagers were gathered like fish in a net, slowly compressing the space for movement.

Now what is displayed in front of Jian Heng's eyes is like a game trying to cheat, at first I felt that it was refreshing, but after playing for a while, I felt bored, and the knight directly described the villagers with the words "crushing" is a bit excessive, and the rhythm that is completely presented in front of Jian Heng is a dog and a chicken.

"Alas, let them end the battle quickly!"

Boring! It's boring! And the noisy sound accompanied by the ghost crying wolf howl really made Jian Heng a little troubled.

After Jian Heng finished speaking, he saw a corner of the village, where the small truck he drove was parked, so after greeting Jack, he urged the horse into the village and walked towards his small truck.

When passing by the door of a hut, Jian Heng suddenly heard a voice from the hut: "Lao Tie, see it, it's absolutely true, the one who was beaten is my mother, thank you for the sports car sent by Brother Wang Bada Gai, thank you Brother Jie for eating shit and eating Douban for the yacht!" Lao Tie 666 ......".

No way! Jian Heng suddenly felt that the world was so crazy! His wife was beaten, and he shrank in the small house and remained indifferent.

Oh! It's not a small house, it's just a sheepfold.

Beaten up and huddled in the sheepfold live broadcast? Jian Heng felt that his mood was opened up in the current Internet language with two words: drunk!

Seeing Jian Heng looking at the sheepfold, a knight behind him urged the horse to go over immediately, picked up the spear in his hand, overturned the top of the sheepfold, and stretched out his hand to directly take out the stupid child who was live broadcasting.

The child is not very old, sixteen or seventeen years old, with blue hair, looks like a man but dresses like a woman, it is the kind of small fresh meat that is popular now, like a man is not a man, like a woman is not a woman, and it is a beautiful interpretation of the scene described in the articles of the ancestors in the past: ...... Double rabbits walk on the ground, Ann can tell that I am male and female!

"Boss, boss, spare your life, spare your life! ……”

As soon as he was taken out and thrown in front of Jian Heng's horse, the little blue hair of the live broadcast immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy at Jian Heng with a handful of snot and tears, he knew that so far, none of the adults had all four limbs, either a broken leg or a broken arm, neither of these two was what he liked, so he had to keep kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Seeing that the knight stretched out the sword in his hand, ready to break Lan Mao's arm, Jian Heng raised his hand and motioned to let this kid go, at this time, Jian Heng didn't have the heart to deal with such a waste at all.

Signaling the knight to throw the goods into the sheepfold again, Jian Heng led the group straight to the place of the small truck.

Blue Fur, who was thrown back into the sheepfold, stayed for a while and waited for the soul to come back, but he couldn't help it anymore, opened his mobile phone, stretched out his handbag, and lowered his voice to take pictures of the knights beating the villagers outside.

The ghost crying wolf howl of relatives and friends outside did not cause any discomfort to this person, and now he only has him and his live broadcast in his heart, when the direct broadcast room has been reduced from less than 1,000 people to tens of thousands, and there are still people squeezing in, what sports cars, airplanes, big yachts, and props that he couldn't see before flew all over the screen so that he instantly forgot everything, and continued to live broadcast with a bright spit: "Old iron, old iron, I'm back again, I damn it, I almost scared me to death just now......