When Abu heard the old patriarch's order, he turned his head and looked at Wan Lin and continued, "The old patriarch and elders have seen that the purpose of the drug lords besieging our manor is for jewelry. Once these are gone,

The treasures coveted by drug lords, those big and small drug lords who are profit-oriented, will definitely not easily approach this manor."

As he said, a look of pride suddenly appeared on his face. He reached out and pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and then said: "Since ancient times, we scimitar people have created a scimitar in this mountain with the scimitar in our hands.

With our reputation, we believe that without Baoshan, a temptation that drug lords cannot resist, no one dared to provoke us scimitar people easily."

"Even now, those vicious drug lord soldiers dare not approach our manor easily, because we no longer have scimitars and bows and arrows in our hands, but also the same weapons as theirs!"

Abu's voice was so intense that he was proud of being a member of the Scimitar Tribe! But his voice became deeper. He looked at Wan Lin and continued, "We Scimitar people are not afraid of death! But

We must ensure that our women and children, and that our scimitar people will reproduce and survive in this ancestral home. Therefore, we must strive to survive and try our best to preserve our strength."

He said as he looked outside the door, and lowered his voice and said, "After you came here a few years ago to help us through that difficulty, we have begun to mine some gems in a planned manner to buy essential goods and weapons and ammunition for the tribe.

Funding. It turns out that we think that our generation is just mining a small amount, so that our descendants of the scimitar can share the wealth brought by this treasure mountain as much as possible."

At this time, Abao looked at Wan Lin and sighed: "Oh, Baoshan is the cemetery of our scimitar ancestors throughout the ages. What is hidden in Baoshan is the common wealth of our scimitar people. But now, we can no longer guarantee this

Baoshan is safe, so the tribes decided to secretly mine the Baoshan and take out all the gems in it. To prevent this wealth of our scimitar people from falling into the hands of those gangsters!"

Anger suddenly flashed in Abao's eyes, and he suddenly stood up and said angrily: "From the current situation, we can no longer guard our homeland for a long time. We have already thought about it, that's all the bastards.

If we capture our manor, we cannot get our treasures! The day they capture our place is the day when those gems and our warriors are burning together!"

Wan Lin and others were shocked when they heard this, and they suddenly opened their eyes wide! It turned out that these scimitar men had seen the dangers they were facing and had made the worst plans. They actually wanted to use extreme methods to burn them together!

At this time, the old patriarch also raised his gray head to the voice of Abao and said sternly: "Yes, since we scimitars cannot protect our wealth, let these wealth be transformed with us and those invading enemies together

For the ashes!" He said, pulling out the scimitar and inserted it hard on the table in front of him with a "click"!

With the old patriarch's excited voice, the living room suddenly became silent. Wan Lin and others' bodies trembled unconsciously, and suddenly a feeling of sadness for these scimitar people in their hearts!

An ancient tribe that was originally unstriving to the world, kind, simple, brave and strong, has now been forced into such a desperate situation by the gun-carried criminals. He actually wanted to use the method of burning together to destroy their own homes and the huge wealth.

This really makes it unimaginable for those who live in a peaceful environment like Wanlin.

Although Wan Lin and the others are special combatants fighting against evil forces and have seen many ugliness in the world, they really cannot understand the thoughts of the people living in this turbulent area filled with gunpowder. What they see

It is just some appearances, and it is difficult to truly feel the anger in the hearts of these scimitar people and the despair they feel when they are facing desperate situations.

Wan Lin and others were silent with sad expressions. After a while, Xiaoya turned around and looked out the door. She looked at the women and children entering and leaving the spacious courtyard, and her eyes suddenly flashed.

A trace of tears.

She suddenly stood up from the chair, raised her arms and pointed at the busy women and children outside the door, turned her face to look at the old patriarch and Abu and asked excitedly: "You also want these women and children to follow you,

Are you all burning?" At this moment, a layer of crystal tears flashed in her eyes, and her words trembled in excitement.

The old patriarch heard Xiaoya's question translated by Abu, and his wrinkles suddenly trembled. His lips trembled for a few times but he didn't make a sound. His originally shiny eyes suddenly became dim and he sat straight on the Grand Master's chair.

His upper body trembled slightly at this moment.

This old patriarch, who was originally energetic and powerful, seemed to have suddenly grown aged several decades at this moment, and his face turned gray. At this moment, his current expression was completely different from the powerful expression he had just pulled his sword into the table. It was simply judging that he was ruthless.

If two people!

Wan Lin, Cheng Ru and others heard Xiaoya's question, and a flash of light flashed in their eyes. They turned their faces and looked at the women and children with scimitars in the yard. They seemed to be suddenly burned by a fire.

Then, they seemed to have seen these women in the yard running away in the flames, wailing in the blazing flames!

A fire suddenly flashed in the eyes of the few people, and they turned their faces and looked at the old patriarch and the leaders of the scimitar tribe, with bright eyes!

At this time, the old clan's head, covered with gray hair, had already lowered deeply. His face was filled with shame and regret, and two turbid tears had slowly flowed down his wrinkled cheeks.

Ahu, Abao and Abu's faces have also become extremely dull. They have shame on their faces, and their heads are deeply lowered, and their eyes that have become unsightly are staring at the table. These are in the enemy

The warriors who had never been afraid in front of him could no longer raise their eyes and look at Wan Lin and the others' twinkle eyes.

These scimitar warriors who never knew fear were ashamed. An ancient tribe that was once famous in this mountain and brave and good at fighting. A group of scimitar warriors who never knew fear were now unable to even women and children from their own tribe.

Protected, these men holding scimitars were indeed ashamed.
Chapter completed!