Coming out of Kunlun Mountain, all the way, everywhere you see is a desolation.

The rule of the Yuan Court has reached the end of the day, and there are all kinds of bandits, bandits, rogues, and rebellious soldiers, and the most miserable are the people.

"Damn! This Yuan Ting is really a waste!" Passing by a village, Shan Xiongxin couldn't help but scold.

"It's really a waste!" Wang Bodang also looked ugly.

Along the way, they can be regarded as seeing the suffering of the world, and the people in the several villages they pass by are all full of food.

The skinny is indescribable, and the white bones are exposed to the wild for thousands of miles without a rooster crowing, this sentence was just a sentence in the history books in Qin Feng's previous opinion.

But along the way, this sentence left a deep trace in Qin Feng's heart.

Along the way, the number of chaotic soldiers and bandits who died at the hands of Qin Feng and others alone has reached thousands.

"Little ones!"

"Yes!" a group of bandits surrounded a town in a chaotic manner, their eyes full of naked desire.

"Let's be clever for a while! Don't capsize in the fucking gutter!"

"Haha!

"Yes, don't worry, the three masters, our brothers have never seen anything in the world, but they are just a bunch of dirt sticks, if you dare to resist, they will all be killed!"

A group of bandits responded noisily.

"Leaders, I don't know what happened to my Li Jiazhai?" an old man with a gray beard appeared on the wall and asked tremblingly.

"Old man, open your dog's eyes wide and show me clearly! Look at who I am, grandpa!" the leader of the bandits waved the big knife in his hand and sneered fiercely.

"Three kings!" the old man squinted for a while, and then he saw this person clearly.

"I don't know what the three kings are doing when they come to my Lijiazhai?" After the old man saw the person who came clearly, his face instantly became a little pale, "Our Lijiazhai's monthly case has been paid."

"Hmph! Lao Tzu didn't come to ask you for money today," the three masters snorted coldly.

"Old Wang Ba Calf tells you the truth, we came here today to find a few little ladies to go back to serve our eldest brother!"

"If you know each other. Quickly open the gate of the village, if you delay the election of our big boss, I will take off your head!"

"Grandpa! this gate can't be opened!" shouted a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who stood up.

"Who is it that the crotch of his pants is not tightly bolted, leaking out of you thief and bird!" When the third master heard this, his face instantly turned cold, and the big knife was straight, and he asked coldly.

"Xiaotian, come back quickly!" the old man grabbed the young man's arm just now.

"There are a lot of adults in the three masters, and the children are small and ignorant, so you can let him go for a while!" the old man stood on the head of the city and begged for mercy from the three masters.

"Hmph, old man, don't talk to Lao Tzu about what you have or not! If you delay Lao Tzu's business. I'll kill your whole family!"

"Grandpa, you don't have to beg them, they don't have humanity at all!" the young man's blood-red eyes stared at the group of bandits opposite.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his nails were stuck in his flesh.

"You don't understand people, do you? Hurry up and open the gate for me, or you won't leave the whole Li family village chickens and dogs!" A little leader of the bandits couldn't wait any longer, and rode out and scolded angrily.

"Patriarch, what should I do!" Many people in the village lost their direction, like ants on a hot pot.

"Why don't you open the gate?" said someone tentatively.

"Hmph, open the door, and send you to the mountains to be the lady of the village?" someone rebuked angrily.

"Guys, I'll say a word!" a man with a missing arm stepped forward.

"Shanzi!" Seeing this man, everyone was silent.

"I only have one sentence, and what the bandit says is not credible!"

"Yes, Shanzi is right, if the gate of the village is really opened, then it is really a man for the sword and I for the fish."

"yes! These guys are inhuman!"

"Let's fight them!" the young man stood up again.

"You know what! Don't come back to me yet!" the old man looked at his grandson. Quickly stood up to block it.

"Grandpa, my parents died at their hands, and now that they are here again, how many people will die this time, have you ever thought about it?" the young man was hoarse, his eyes splitting.

"Fight with them!" shouted one of the people in the crowd.

"Yes! Fight with them! After all these years, I have already lived enough, kill one and earn one!" someone else shouted.

"Something is wrong," said a small leader of the bandits.

"Damn it! Shame on you! In that case, little ones!" the three masters snorted coldly and spat out.

"You will give the order of the three masters!" Hearing the words of the three masters, a group of bandits immediately looked like flies that smelled blood.

Both eyes turned blood-red, and all of them were unsheathed.

"The little ones listen to the order! Break the gate of the village, and the chickens and dogs will not be left!" the three masters ordered. He rode his horse and rushed out first.

"Chickens and dogs don't stay!

A group of small minions also shouted, waving the long knives in their hands, and rushed out after the three masters.

"Kill!" the three masters shouted angrily, and the long knife in his hand was raised violently, slashing towards the gate of Lijiazhai.

"Crack!" A series of sawdust exploded, leaving a deep knife mark on the gate.

"General, there is a situation ahead!" Shan Xiongzhong led three thousand Zuowu Hou Wei. Thirty miles ahead of the big team as a striker.

A couple of scouts came back to report.

"What's the matter?" Shan Xiongzhong pulled the reins of his horse, and the iron green horse under his crotch stopped.

"There's a stockade surrounded by bandits!"

"Damn! It's a bandit again! Just let Lao Tzu's knife make a fortune!" Shan Xiongzhong has also seen many bandits and bandits along the way.

Many of these guys may have been forced by life to go up to the mountains and become bandits.

But the vast majority of bandits are a bunch of scum. Shan Xiongzhong has seen a lot, and he has no mercy for this group of people.

"All the soldiers listen to the order!" Shan Xiongzhong sat on his horse and snapped.

"Kill the group of bandits in front of me!" Shan Xiongzhong pointed at the Panmen knife in his hand, and the array of the original march changed instantly. A stream of iron-blooded anger rushed straight to Xiao Han.

"The three masters are in trouble!" shouted a bandit on the perimeter who was on guard.

"What's the situation?" asked the third master, frowning.

"There's an army coming!" said the little minion.

"Do you see whose subordinates it is?" asked the third master.

"Not a Mongol anyway!" replied the little minion.

"Then it's all right! Go and tell them that we have taken a fancy to this village!" the third master waved his hand and said indifferently.