The backer gang is the backer gang.

The number one gang in the rivers and lakes is by no means in vain.

Although he has been attacked one after another recently, he even took the life of a hall master.

But if you want to hurt the vitality of the backer gang, it is still far from enough.

A huge tree that hugs thick together, and the cold wind blows off individual branches, and it can't hurt the muscles and bones.

What's more, according to the gang rules of the backer gang, it was not the turn of the hall master to come forward with an attack of that scale last time.

Helpless, the backer gang has been a gang for a long time, and has never been bullied like this, first set fire, then sneak attack, not to mention the dignified master, it is a small scout, and he has already blown up his heart.

It's not that the two personal guards are holding on to each other, I'm afraid that even the gang leader will rush out.

Sitting in the middle of the hall, knocking on the table intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly, the heavily guarded gang leader felt a little afraid.

The backers help the people to be strong, the knife is fast and the horse is strong, and the thousands of gangs are prancing horses, the blade can level the mountains, and the iron hooves can break the wasteland.

Looking at the rivers and lakes, in the decades of conquest, have there ever been opponents?

An adversary who terrifies him!

How many heroes and heroes, with their martial arts and courage, have also drawn swords and guns against the banner of the backing gang, but the result is nothing more than spilling a piece of blood, making the grassland more and more fertile and rich.

Even if there are a few more brothers who die in battle?

The mountains are high, and I am afraid of falling a few grains of sand......

But this time, the opponent was elusive, several rounds of confrontations, and so many people were lost, and he didn't even see the face of the opponent!

I don't even know if it's a human or a ghost, a demon or a fairy?

There are thousands of quick knives and countless good horses, and they have no way at all except to put them there to let the opponent kill them in a different way.

What kind of opponent is this?

Sitting in the hall, he looked majestic and dignified.

As a gang leader, he knows very well that today's status in the rivers and lakes is by no means something that can be achieved by just relying on a scimitar and a fast horse.

There was still a lot of noise outside, and there were even more brave and reckless gangs, clamoring for revenge and shame. But only him, only he knows that today's backers are facing an unprecedented crisis.

As the largest gang in the rivers and lakes, in such a short period of time, it was attacked one after another, the grass was burned, the men and horses were killed, the losses were heavy, and the gang was swept away.

Although he also killed a few homeless people in the desert and set fire to a few earthen houses.

But even he, the leader of the backer gang who has never stepped out of the fence, sitting alone in the hall, knows very well: killing so many poor insects is just venting anger, and the real murderer is definitely not the cowards who dare not speak up on the neck of the knife rack.

The real murderers are hiding right next to them.

Out of sight, there may be a pair of eyes looking at him.

Look at every gang of the backers, even every horse.

What's even more terrifying is that this is an extraordinary opponent and a killer who seems to be born specifically to kill.

Silently, without a trace, shooting invisibly, taking people's lives, such as probing bags and taking things.

What kind of killer is this?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his back......

"Jingle bell!" suddenly rang the golden bell under the table.

There must be something important to report, thinking, and patted the table casually.

With a creak, the heavy door of the hall opened.

A guard hurried forward, walked up to him, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and whispered, "Elder Zhu is already waiting outside the door!"

"Hmm!" he snorted in his nostrils and raised his hand in an affirmative gesture.

"Yes!" said the tall guard, quickly getting up and quickly exiting the hall, whispering a few words to a scout on horseback outside the door.

After receiving the order, the scout took a few steps forward, drew a pennant from his waist, calmed down, and waved it a few times forward, with a simple and crisp movement.

A gust of north wind blew, and the huge horse-headed flag in front of the hall swayed in the wind, "crackling", and made a burst of explosion-like sound.

The sound of horses' hooves erupted.

A jujube red horse galloped over, and on the withered yellow and wide grassland, smoke and dust were suddenly raised.

In a moment, the red horse had already galloped to the front of the hall, and with a long roar, a man in a red robe jumped down from the horse, about fifty years old, five short stature, white face and long beard, and wearing a pig crown.

It was Zhu Zhenshan, the elder of the backer gang.

He is proficient in pen and ink, good at law, fair in law enforcement, and selfless, which is deeply appreciated by the helper.

Of course, it has also been supported by many gangs

Just embrace.

Judging by his face, of course he is a kind and kind person.

But in the Backer Gang, almost everyone was very afraid of him, lest they couldn't avoid him......

When the guard saw the elder dismount, he took a few steps, clasped his hands into fists, and said in a loud voice, "See the elder!

But said that Zhu Zhenshan, who seemed to be missing the guards in front of him from time to time, threw the reins casually, walked straight to the front of the hall, stood outside the door and arched his hand inside, bowed his head and bent down and walked in.

There was already a scout with quick eyes and hands, and he stepped forward in a few steps and held the jujube red horse for the elder......

The backer gang has always paid attention to intelligence, and the scouts are flying all over the sky, and there is no need to arrange or explain, since someone has already investigated the situation of the last battle in the desert clearly.

Even the corpses of the brothers who had died in the battle were snatched back.

A booklet was placed on the wooden table in front of the helper.

He flipped through the pages one by one, his brow furrowed, and he didn't say a word.

In the last attack, 32 brothers were killed in the battle, and 215 good horses were lost, and then they went out to the desert and killed 75 remnants of the quicksand gang......

The seemingly plain numbers can't cover the blood behind him, and even Zhu Zhenshan, who is known for his harshness, can't help but smash his mouth, but his face is always as calm as water, and the waves are not happy.

Looking at it, his face suddenly had a trace of gloom, and a line of block letters came into view: Scouts Du Fugui and Li Futian have not seen anyone alive or dead, and their whereabouts are unknown......

He raised his head thoughtfully, looked at Zhu Zhenshan, who was sitting on the side, and in his slightly closed eyes, it seemed that two sharp swords shot out, stabbing the famous law enforcement elder Zhu Zhenshan hurriedly lowered his head, and the long beard on his chin trembled slightly.

"Jingle bell!" the golden bell under the table rang again.

He slapped the table, and with the sound of the door opening, a guard with a gold medal hanging on his waist suddenly approached, stepped in front of him in a few steps, knelt down and clenched his fists, and hurriedly said: "The spies came to report, and there are unknown characters haunting the Liangjie Mountain, suspected of Du Fugui and Li Futian......"

"......" His throat moved, he didn't know what to say, and with a wave of his hand, the guard hurriedly retreated.

In any case, he could not tolerate the presence of deserters in the gang.

From the moment the horse's head tattoo was tattooed on his arm, no matter who he was, he had already given everything to the backers! No matter old or young, no matter how honorable or inferior, no matter whether he won or lost, no matter whether he lived or died.

He also knew that there was no victorious general in this world.

Many of the brothers fell right under their noses.

After so many years of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, even he didn't clear how many gangs were killed in battle?

But no one ever defected.

The defeat is forgivable, but the deserter is unforgivable......

"Jingle bell!" the bell made of pure gold rang again.

Zhu Zhenshan, who was sitting at the wooden table, looked at the helper in horror, and his white skin had already turned red.

The guard ran in again, fell on one knee, and shouted incoherently, "Horse, horse, black horse, two black horses......" as he spoke, turning his head in disregard of etiquette, and a slender finger pointing desperately outside.

"Heh......" He sneered and looked at Zhu Zhenshan, his body sitting on the chair was as steady as a rock, motionless.

said that Zhu Zhenshan had already understood, jumped up suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he was already standing outside the door.

Two black horses stood proudly outside the door, and the gust of wind blew their manes, looking incomparably superb.

"Good horse, good horse!" Zhu Zhenshan murmured, stretched out a hand, gently caressing the sweaty spine of the black horse, his eyes were full of kindness and love.

"Elder, it has been ascertained that these two horses are indeed the mounts of Du Fugui and Li Futian...... a short-clothed scout rushed forward, clasped his hands into fists, and said respectfully to Zhu Zhenshan.

"Good horse, good horse!" Zhu Zhenshan didn't seem to hear anything, still muttering, slowly stroking the black horse's flowing mane.

"The whereabouts of Du and Li are unknown, these two horses ran back on their own......" The short-clothed scout looked up at Zhu Zhenshan, still saying loudly.

"Good horse, good horse, old horse knows the way, old horse knows the way, the horse is a good horse, a horse is a good horse......" Zhu Zhenshan said as he slowly stroked the black horse, and suddenly, with a flip of his wrist, he slapped his palm on the horse's back, turned to the scout and explained a few words, and walked in without looking back......

Horses' hooves are bursting, and people are boiling.

The paper banners and silk curtains in the sky almost covered the heavens and the earth.

The Backer Gang held a grand funeral for the hall owner Qi Feiying and the following 52 brothers who died in the war.

Countless horses' hooves kicked up the smoke and dust on the withered yellow grassland, as if flying over a huge yellow dragon.

The standard of this funeral was so high that even the gang leader who had always seen the dragon was in attendance.

I saw him riding on a tall white horse, with a solemn expression and a majestic countenance, with a waist of ten girths, and a conspicuous linen belt.

Even the gang leader was Dai Xiao for the brother who died in battle! Countless gang members rushed to stretch their necks, stared at the tall figure with round eyes, pushed and shoved, and were full of enthusiasm.

There are also relatives of the deceased who are dressed in linen and filial piety, and they can't wait to raise their heads one by one, and look at the helper walking in front of the coffin without blinking, and they are full of tears, passionate and moved.

For a moment, they seemed to forget that this was supposed to be a funeral.

Without exception, the relatives of the gang who died in the battle were greatly rewarded.

The white flowers of silver were placed on a tray covered with silk cloth and sent directly to the relatives.

The sun hung overhead, and on the empty grassland, plates of silver ingots exuded dazzling light, and the blood of those who watched was swollen and their eyes were shining......

The gang on the horse couldn't hold it back, and pulled out his scimitar and waved it wildly, letting out a wolf's howl.

For a long time, Zhu Zhenshan, the law enforcement elder who was following behind the gang leader, turned his head sharply and waved his hand at the thousands of gang members who were howling, and in an instant, the entire grassland fell silent.

"Submit it!" Zhu Zhenshan shouted, and the scout standing next to him waved his flag, only to hear a "boom" sound, and several fast horses rushed from the sky.

After a while, the fast horses finally ran closer, and when everyone looked at it, they realized that there seemed to be something dragging behind the horses.

The red-clothed men on horseback had angry eyes one by one, whipping like rain, and the horse's hooves under his crotch were churning, and he was running like flying.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the sharp-eyed gang was the first to see that it was none other than people dragging behind.

Two people.

The fast horses came from nowhere, and the red knight was panting, and the mount under his crotch was sweating, and it was evident that he had run a long way.

After such a long journey, the two people who were dragging behind the horses had long since become bloody and unrecognizable, and they had long since become unrecognizable.

"It's alive!" one of the gang muttered in a low voice, and he clearly saw the man lying on the ground, his mouth still moving.

"......" I saw Zhu Zhenshan, who was standing in front, didn't know what to say, and glanced over here, the gang who had just spoken out hurriedly lowered his head, and a cold sweat had already flowed down the back of his head into the spine.

"Submit it!" Zhu Zhenshan stretched out his hand, and several red-clothed warriors trotted all the way to the front with trays and stood in a row.

This time, it wasn't silver ingots, it was human heads.

So many heads, just broken in trays, neatly lined up in front of everyone.

Bright red blood dripped down the cracks of the tray and dripped on the withered yellow grassland.

It can be seen that these heads have not been cut off for a long time, and even the blood has not coagulated.

Looking at it again, some of them have hair and hair, some have heavy makeup, and there are two heads, which are not much bigger than fists, and they are clearly the head of a baby.

Looking at the law enforcement elders standing in front, no one dared to speak out anymore.

Even the relatives of the dead soldiers who knelt on the ground, wearing linen and filial piety and holding silver ingots, stopped crying.

All eyes were on the row of heads......

"Smack!" The gang leader raised his hand, and Zhu Zhenshan, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward immediately, faced the black and oppressive crowd, and said loudly: "The master of the Qi hall died in the line of duty, and fifty-two brothers died in battle, and the gang leader Hong En! Give him a generous burial, and all relatives, regardless of the old and young, will be rewarded heavily! The scum Du Fugui and Li Futian have defected without authorization for my backer brothers, and the crime is unforgivable! The two have implemented the gang rules, and the families of the two have all been beheaded to set an example!"

"Good!" After a moment of silence, suddenly there was a thunderous cheer from the crowd, and the gang on horseback drew their scimitars one by one, waving them, and howling like wolves.

"Hmm!" After Zhu Zhenshan finished speaking, he waved his hand at the red-clothed warrior standing in front of him, and several warriors saw this, and threw the human head in the tray on the ground with one hand.

Two people dragging behind the horses were also thrown in front.

Before the banner of the scouts had fallen, thousands of horses had already taken their steps, the dust was flying, the ground was trembling, and in a moment everything had turned to dust......