Without saying much, chasing the footsteps of the waning moon and climbing into the sky, everyone rushed to the east. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In less than half an hour, a glittering fire appeared not far ahead, illuminating the somewhat blackened eastern sky.

Li Chengliang turned over and dismounted, waved his hand at the people behind him, and several disciples of the beggar gang jumped out and groped forward close to the fields on both sides. The disciples of the Ink Pavilion are all in blue and ink-colored power suits, with their hands pressed on their swords at their waists, ready to unsheath their blades at any time.

Li Chengliang patted the horse's buttocks a few times and let the horse go.

In just a few moments, the disciples of the beggar gang had already returned, describing the situation ahead. A mile ahead is a village, the group of thieves who were targeted are scattering around the village to burn and loot, and some of the strong men in the village are still resisting, but they have been surrounded in the ancestral hall in the east of the village. And those Franc Robot people sent their followers to surround the ancestral hall with firearms, and from time to time they fired guns, and captured some young girls to do that defiling in the village near the ancestral hall.

"Damn!" Li Chengliang and Wan Qisong shouted in unison.

Li Chengliang said coldly: "These Buddha Lang machine people are really inhuman, and the wildness of the clan is exposed! Senior Brother Wan Qi, I will do this, you will lead ten Mo Pavilion disciples to ambush outside the ancestral hall, wait for the sound of arrows as a signal, rescue the young man of the ancestral hall, and then reflexively join the battle." A few senior brothers of the beggar gang, you are light, please go to the village immediately to look for the lone thief, once you find the opportunity, do not hesitate, immediately start, after hearing the sound of the arrow, you can concentrate on the ancestral hall. The rest of the Mo Pavilion disciples, in groups of three, let's go directly to meet these barbarian thieves!"

"Order!" Li Chengliang's meticulous and precise arrangement made everyone's hearts really close to the ruthless and spicy Japanese and some ups and downs of the mood immediately settled down, and they took the order to leave.

Li Chengliang looked around at the dozen or so Mo Pavilion disciples and one Nancao Pavilion disciple left around him, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I'll wait and go to the war thief Kou!"

Everyone rose up, each with light skills, and the distance of one mile was in a blink of an eye.

Several houses at the entrance of the village facing the road were already on fire, and the smell of burnt paste was blown out by the evening breeze.

Holding back the nausea and nausea in his abdomen, Li Chengliang tried not to let himself ask the source of the burnt smell in his heart - the bodies of the Ming people who were beheaded or burned alive in the house.

Li Chengliang waved his right arm, and according to the plan, the Mo Pavilion disciples around him split up in an instant, and walked into the village in groups of three or three.

Li Chengliang beckoned to the two disciples beside him, and walked straight from the road into the village.

After only five or six steps, out of the gap in the house came a drunken man dressed in non-Han clothes, although the lights were dim, but he could still conclude that this would not be a survivor in the village, but only a thief.

Li Chengliang stepped forward with an arrow, covered the mouth and nose of the thief with his left hand, and his right hand had already held a short blade and plunged directly into the ribs and armpits of the thief's chest, stabbing several times, but after a few breaths, the thief struggled a few times needlessly and then stopped moving.

Li Chengliang slowly put the thief down, and the two Mo Pavilion disciples behind him had already started to collect the corpse and dragged it to the corner of the house next to the road to hide.

"Vomit~" Li Chengliang couldn't hold back any longer, leaning against the earthen wall of the roadside house and vomiting, while looking at his hands with some incredulity - they had just been stained with the blood of a living person and took away a fresh life in this world.

"Master Xiang, are you okay?" The Mo Pavilion disciple who had finished disposing of the corpse had already returned, and when he saw Li Chengliang's appearance, he couldn't help but ask.

Li Chengliang once again forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, hid his right hand that held this short blade and kept trembling behind him, coughed dryly, took a sip, and said, "It's okay, I ate a little more meat in the morning, clear my stomach, it's much better." ”

The two Mo Pavilion disciples looked at each other, but it was not easy to say. In fact, their reaction was not much better than Li Chengliang, and the sour water in his stomach was also stirring, but he was also a veteran in the southeast and could control it.

"Master incense, let's move on. A disciple reminded Li Chengliang, who seemed to be a little confused.

Li Chengliang let out a "hmm", put his blade into the sheath, and coughed violently a few times, barely suppressing the chaos in his mind, and continued to walk towards the village with the two disciples.

Walking all the way to three people and taking care of four lone Franc machine people, with the previous experience, Li Chengliang finally gradually became familiar with this feeling of harvesting life, a few wisps of blood were splashed on his delicate face, and although there was still a trace of indelible horror in his wide eyes, he gradually revealed a firm light.

Several people groped forward for about a quarter of an hour, and gradually approached the ancestral hall in the east of the village. More than a dozen people dressed in Han costumes are holding firearms and firing them into the ancestral hall from time to time, and it is estimated that they are still a little afraid of the ancestral hall gods, and they have not dared to set fire to them wantonly.

Li Chengliang took advantage of the light of the old tree next to the ancestral hall that was lit by fire, and saw that there were about 30 more than 30 Franco-Rang people who were gathering the loot and women taken from the village.

Gritting his teeth, Li Chengliang commanded the disciple beside him: "Pull the arrow!"

"Cluster!!" a shrill voice pierced the night sky.

The Franc Machine, who was concentrating on collecting the looted belongings, and the strong men who were dealing with the remnants of the village were attracted by this sudden noise, and looked at each other with puzzled faces, the officers and troops in the vicinity had been beaten away by the main force of the Japanese robbers, and according to the previous "experience", there would be no danger.

Mo Ge and the disciples of the beggar gang immediately fought from the bushes and villages east of the ancestral hall, and in an instant, nearly 100 people fought in this space that was only more than 20 zhang square.

Because they had already picked up the lone thieves in the village, the disciples of Moge and the beggar gang could kill the thieves in the field without any worries, and the Francophone man, who was still thinking about how to distribute the stolen gold, silver and porcelain, was clearly unprepared for the sudden attack, the swords were still pinned to his waist, and most of the firearms he carried were not loaded with ammunition.

However, in one face, seven or eight Buddha Lang Ji people who had not had time to draw their swords fell under the swords of the disciples of the Mo Pavilion, and the Han thieves who followed them were even more unbearable, and they were stabbed by the sharp blades in the hands of the beggar disciples who came out of the darkness.

Li Chengliang held a long sword and carried footwork through the field quickly, as long as he found a good martial arts Franc man, he immediately rushed to meet the enemy. After all, it is the true inheritance of Bai Mosheng, although Li Chengliang is younger than most of these Moge disciples, but his martial arts are definitely more than a notch, and Li Chengliang can find the right master to fight specifically to avoid the casualties of Moge disciples to the greatest extent.

The battle situation quickly became clear, the Franc machine man who was divided by the surprise attack was not the opponent of Mo Pavilion at all, even if there were a few people who were not bad at martial arts and wanted to stand out, but they would be broken by Li Chengliang, who arrived at the horse, immediately. About a quarter of an hour later, only the disciples of Moge and the beggar gang were standing in the field, and the Franc machine people had been ambushed.

Li Chengliang ordered a disciple to be sent to rescue the villagers in the ancestral hall to put out the fire, and roughly counted the disciples of several factions in the end, fortunately, only two beggar disciples were slightly injured, and none of the disciples of Moge were injured. Turning around and looking at the devastated village, although he felt a little unbearable, he hesitated for a moment and decided to leave only the disciple of the South Grass Pavilion to help the injured, and led the other disciples to the north to find Bai Mosheng and join them.

He simply exchanged a few words of greeting with the elders among the surviving villagers, and said a few words of comfort, and led his disciples to speed north without any more entanglement.