Zhang Quyi was not in a hurry, but spent more than two hours meditating to recover his spiritual power. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Because he is about to face a group of murderous and unknown local armed forces, although Zhang Quyi is confident, he does not dare to be careless, and must remain at his peak.

When the sun approached the middle of the sky, Zhang Quyi gave the order to set off, and the three cars drove out of the woods one after another, and galloped away in the direction of Kippei.

Nalan brought a total of 30 brothers with him to Sanga this time, and only four survived, one of whom had lived in northern Myanmar, so he was very familiar with the road conditions here, but it saved a lot of effort.

The three cars zigzagged along the mountain road in the Kolegon Mountains, and on both sides of the road you could occasionally see the bewitching poppies all over the mountains, which were dazzling and mesmerizing. However, who knows how many broken families are buried behind this beautiful and delicate place.

"Zhang Shao, 30 miles ahead is Wuluo Town in Kipei City, and the current one in control of Kipei City is a Kexin warlord named Sha Bohui, and the Chinese people here call him Da Bohui behind his back, he is a short and fat man. ”

It was Nalan Chuba's subordinate who spoke, his name was Huo Jing, who was sitting in the passenger seat and was responsible for guiding the way, and when he spoke, he was respectful, and his eyes were full of awe.

Zhang nodded slightly, suddenly pointed to the billowing smoke rising from the foot of the mountain in the distance, and asked, "What is that place?"

Huo Jing shook his head and said: "I don't know, it looks like it should be a village, hey, many houses are on fire, and it is estimated that there is a conflict between the two forces."

There are many ethnic groups in Myanmar, and there are more than 180 officially recognized ones, which are several times more than our Chinese country, and the people are fierce and very difficult to manage. Especially here in northern Myanmar, pornography, gambling and drugs are rampant, and there are many local armed forces, which is very chaotic, and even under the rule of the same big warlord, there will often be fights between the small warlords below, even if there is a massacre of villages!"

Sweeping Snow stuck out her tongue and said, "So cruel?"

Huo Jing nodded, and said awe-inspiringly: "A few years ago, there was a village that clashed with local warlords because it was not satisfied with the purchase price of opium poppies, and as a result, the whole village was slaughtered, and even the baby in swaddling clothes was unfortunately spared. ”

By this time, the car had approached the foot of the hill where the smoke had risen, and the view was clearer, but the whole village was in flames, and gunshots and cries rang out.

Huo Jing's face changed: "It seems that the conflict is quite serious, let's pass it as soon as possible, so as not to be affected." Those bandits are red-eyed and can do anything. ”

Hearing this, Han Feng hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car!

However, I was really afraid of anything, and suddenly a figure stumbled out and fell in the middle of the mountain road.

Fortunately, the speed of the car had not been fully raised, and Han Feng hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and he was only half a meter away from running it directly.

The man on the ground got up and glanced at the car in a panic, Huo Jing's face changed slightly, and he blurted out: "Wang Jun!"

The man was about to run away, but when he heard this, his footsteps faltered, and he swooped back to the car window, and shouted in surprise: "Lao Huo, it's really you!"

At this moment, a militiaman with a rifle rushed out of the village, and from a distance a shot came in, and the bullet flew over the roof of the car with a thud.

"Mabi!" Wang Jun turned around and raised his pistol, and the militiaman fell to the ground in response.

"Brother Jun, what's going on? Didn't you join the security company, why are you still fighting and killing in northern Myanmar?"

Wang Jun glanced at the people in the car, gritted his teeth, and said: "It's hard to say, Lao Huo, how many people do you have here? Several of my brothers and customers are trapped in the village, can you help save people?"

Huo Jing looked embarrassed and said, "Brother Jun, you know, I can't be the master!"

Wang Jun's expression darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't blame you!" After speaking, he turned around and left very simply.

At this moment, a young woman in a white shirt in jeans ran out of the village screaming, suddenly tripped on her foot and fell directly into a poppy field on the side of the road.

The two angry militiamen chased after her with a lewd smile, and undressed while running, ignoring the three cars parked on the road, and directly pounced on the woman, rudely ripping off the woman's clothes, and taking out the dick and wanting to do it.

"Help, help!" the woman desperately shouted and struggled, but it was a Beijing accent with a round tone.

Wang Jun raised the pistol and pulled the trigger, but the pistol made a kaka sound and ran out of bullets.

"Grass, you uncle!" Wang Jun threw away the pistol and rushed straight forward.

The militiaman, who was standing up and preparing to enter the army, was frightened and immediately grabbed the rifle next to him and stood up.

Bang......

Before the militia could pull the trigger, blood had already burst into the center of his eyebrows, and he fell straight backwards, which really responded to the sentence that people are dead and birds are facing the sky.

Another militiaman, who was rubbing the woman's breasts vigorously, was instantly frightened and reached out to take the gun, but before he could touch the handle, flowers bloomed on his temples.

Wang Jun glanced back awe-inspiringly, just in time to see the driver of the car retract the pistol into the car.

"What awesome marksmanship!" Wang Jun couldn't help but say secretly in his heart.

Xue Sweep pushed the car door and got out of the car, ran quickly to the poppy field, picked up the terrified woman, and helped her pull on her clothes to cover the leaking spring light.

Zhang Quyi said lightly: "Enter the village!"

Han Feng nodded coldly, hit the steering wheel, and rushed directly to the village, and the two cars behind immediately followed.

Surprised and delighted, Wang Jun picked up a rifle and rushed into the village after three cars.

Bang bang bang......

Han Feng shot while driving, but whenever he met the militia on the road, he shot him over, which was simply that he hit that, and Huo Jing in the passenger seat was dumbfounded.

Huo Jing can become the personal guard of Nalan Chuba, naturally he has a personal place, the most powerful is his marksmanship, but at this time, he has a deep sense of powerlessness, Nima, compared to the buddy next to him, his pistol skills are simply the level of a little kid playing with mud and sand.

At this time, the three cars had already rushed to the middle of the village, and the houses were burning with fires, and the corpses lying in pools of blood could be seen everywhere, especially the corpses of several women who were tied to wooden stakes in the shape of a "big" figure.

Zhang Quyi pushed the car door and walked out, and said with a pale face: "All the bandits have been slaughtered!" As he spoke, the yellow mangs in his hand flashed, and a copper coin shot out, shattering the Tianling Gai of a bandit who was setting fire to it.

"Kill these beast bastards!" Nalan Chu's eight or four subordinates drew their pistols one after another, and even Nalan Desheng's goods also drew their guns and rushed out.

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