The dancing firelight illuminated the dim starry night.

However, the low wooden wall that was two people high was filled with men, women and children holding hatchets, hoes, hunting bows and other weapons.

The shrill gong was still roaring desperately, summoning the villagers of Changjiazhuang to rush to the wall.

However, the increasing number of fellow villagers cannot make the Changjiazhuang villagers on the wall feel at ease.

The suppressed and frightened atmosphere was still lingering in their hearts.

Because what they saw was a sea of ​​fire formed by torches.

The sea of ​​​​fire spread over the mountains and plains, pressing over their farmland, like a huge river overturning, boundless, and sweeping in with mighty force.

The sea of ​​​​fire poured into the village wall two or three feet away and stopped.

However, the villagers took advantage of their commanding view and clearly saw that in the center of the sea of ​​fire, a group of ragged bandits were struggling to push a simple truck that was higher than their village wall towards the wall.

"Men, where are you coming from?"

The old man with gray beard and hair, surrounded by a group of strong young men, mustered up the courage to shout loudly.

The voice that originally contained a bit of forced, pleasing laughter was trembling and pulled like a cry.

In a moment, the sea of ​​fire parted.

A burly figure eight feet tall, wearing dark vine armor, holding a two-foot long spear in his hand, came out to fight, "Open the village gate, a certain family only takes grain and women, if you dare to resist, the village will be destroyed and the slaughterhouse will be destroyed!"

The person who came pointed the gun at the old village owner and shouted loudly, his voice was as loud as the roar of a tiger, he was powerful even if he was not angry!

Then in the flickering light of the fire, the old owner could vaguely see that the person below had a beard, but he was probably not very old. He just had a tall, burly body with a huge, round waist, which made him look timid.

"It's good to teach the king to know!"

The old owner of the village became more and more timid, but he still forced himself to bow his hands and said: "Although our Changzhuang has a population of 400 households, most of the fields cultivated are the land of the Li family. After paying the land rent every year, there is almost no food left. It is really not possible."

At a time when Your Majesty is raising an army like this and mobilizing a large number of people, I beg Your Majesty to give me a noble hand and let me have a horse from Changzhuang. I, Changzhuang, would like to offer you a thousand catties of fine grain and twenty pieces of silk cloth to support your Majesty's march!"

As he spoke, he banged his forehead against the pile of wood. He was still in such a humble and humble manner in his old age, and normal people would feel a bit of compassion when they saw him.

"Don't talk too much, old dog!"

However, the burly man at the base of the village did not accept his words at all. He grabbed the reins and shouted angrily: "Now that a certain family has arrived, you can only fight or surrender. If you dare to use words to deceive a certain family, you will be slaughtered."

You’re full!”

At the right time, a nearly two-foot-tall cart was pushed to the side of the burly man. He casually thrust his gun into the gap below the cart, raised his arm, and lifted the cart, which could only be pushed by seven or eight people, toward the village.

wall.

"Bang"

The simple truck hit the wall of the village heavily, causing the wall to tremble immediately.

In an instant, many villagers in Changjiazhuang were frightened out of their wits!

The old village owner was also horrified and wanted to beg for mercy.

At this moment, a swarthy man with a helmet and armor and a resolute face led a large group of strong men with swords on the wall of the village. He pushed the old village owner away with an impatient expression and looked down at the village owner with an angry look.

The burly man shouted angrily: "Where did you come from? Have you ever heard of the name of your grandfather Chang Wei Chang?"

"Things like pigs and dogs still dare to bark?"

The burly man at the base of the village was furious when he heard this, "A certain family swears to slaughter all nine of your clans today!"

The swarthy man was happy and undaunted: "The good man's head is here. If Zhuzi has any ability, just give me a favor!"

The burly man was so angry that the three zombie gods jumped up. Without any nonsense, he waved his big gun and waved: "Attack!"

…

"Kill..."

Thousands of people's cries of killing could be heard in the distance at the rain praying altar construction site.

Chen Shou paused with his belt-tying hand, raised his eyes to the direction of Changjiazhuang, and said softly: "The fight is about to begin!"

Chen Sheng was holding a piece of white silk and gesturing at his left arm, feeling it was too conspicuous.

After putting on a piece of blue silk cloth and gesticulating on his arm again, it felt unclear again.

Finally, I simply tied the white silk cloth around his neck, and then stepped back to look at it. Although it was still a bit eye-catching, the sky was too dark, and the white silk cloth looked just like those light-colored coarse cloth sweat towels. Only then was I satisfied.

nodded.

"I hope Changjiazhuang can hold on for a while longer and wear down the morale and physical strength of the bandits!"

He replied casually.

After saying that, he turned around and shouted to the uncles who were changing their tattered clothes: "Uncles, after you have changed your clothes, come to your nephew to get a piece of white silk to tie around your neck, so as not to fight later and break up."

I don’t know who I am!”

"Dalang, that's no need, right? I don't know anyone in my family, how can I not tell them apart?"

"Yes, Dalang. It's unlucky to wear a white cloth around your neck when doing this kind of business..."

Many of the clerks laughed and responded, without any sense of tension or depression on the eve of the war.

As for the mainstream bandits, they are all professionals.

Chen Sheng looked at his father uncertainly, wanting to see what he would say... He never pretended to understand areas he didn't understand!

Chen Shou saw his gaze, thought for a while, and shouted loudly: "Listen to Da Lang, tonight is different from the past. We are going to sneak into those gangsters and attack them. It's so dark, who will do it then?"

Can you tell who looks like him?"

When many of the clerks saw what Chen Shou said, they stopped insisting. After putting on their clothes, they gathered around Chen Sheng and waited for Chen Sheng to tear off two-finger-wide strips of cloth from the cloth he used to make the formation flag.

Soon.

Chen Hu, who hurried back to Chen County, has returned.

When he went back, he only brought two or three people with him.

When he came back, he was followed by hundreds of people...all the elderly and disabled men and uncles in his family were here too!

Chen Sheng was surprised when he saw this and rushed to greet him.

However, before he could speak, Chen Hu seemed to know what he was going to say, and said directly: "Don't blame me, they insisted on coming, old and young, they are all stubborn, we can survive...

…”

His tone sounded aggrieved.

However, before he could finish his words, he was slapped aside: "You bastard, how dare you trick me!"

Chen Sheng took a quick look, hurriedly moved forward to help the person coming, and said urgently: "Third Master, why are you here too? They don't know the seriousness, why don't you know the seriousness too?"

Third Master Chen stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "What's the matter? After practicing the postures for a few days, you start to look down on Third Master?"

Chen Hu, who was rubbing his head while listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, couldn't help but curled his lips... It was indeed a second generation kiss. If these words came from him, the rest of his arm would have to be discounted!

Chen Sheng: "Look at what you said, how can my grandson dare to look down on you? But you are old after all. What will you do if you go to fight with those desperate bandits and stretch your waist?"

Third Master Chen just laughed: "You still underestimated Third Master, didn't you? It's not that Third Master is bragging to your brat. Don't look at Third Master's white hair and white beard. If you really take action, a hairy brat like you, Third Master

I can pinch out your egg yolk with one hand!"

The elders around were beckoning their nephews and nephews who had changed their clothes over there to come and pick things up, while they were giggling while listening to the conversation between the two.

Chen Sheng looked at these uncles and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only say: "Then our grandson has to say it first. It is the grandson who is making the decision in tonight's battle. You

Now that you're here, you have to listen to your grandson. You can only go up if your grandson asks you to go up, but you can't mess with your grandson's plan!"

If we say that the uncles who are in their prime of life have a heroic attitude towards fighting.

He lost a big scar on his head, but eighteen years later he was as heroic as a good man.

So, these elders have a calm attitude towards the fighting.

Kill one to save money, kill two to earn one, and if you don't kill any of them, it's the end of the world and it doesn't matter.

Chen Sheng couldn't understand this calmness.

But this does not prevent him from understanding that he cannot persuade these uncles.

"Easy to say!"
Chapter completed!