The expression on his originally arrogant face was frozen. The leading militiaman just blinked, and the two militiamen who rushed to arrest people flew out.
He was stunned for half a second, and when he saw Yan Shuangying looking at him playfully, his scalp suddenly went numb.
"You still dare to resist arrest? Brothers, shoot him!"
The leading militiaman retreated while struggling to pull out a box cannon from the holster on his waist. The combat effectiveness of the various warlords these days is a joke, not to mention the security team without 46. As for the militiamen in front of them, to be honest
Yes, after the backbone is separated, it may not be much better than those warlords.
In the Central Plains War, if the civilian army still had the unstoppable momentum of the Northern Expeditionary Army, how could it turn into a pot of porridge? Do you think, Mr. Chang, you don’t want to unify China?
The leading militiaman shivered for a long time before loading the cannon. Amidst the clattering sound, the other three militiamen raised the Hanyang gun and aimed at Yan Shuangying.
However, the next moment, like an afterimage, Yan Shuangying suddenly appeared in front of them, and with an ordinary palm push, the three civilian soldiers flew out as if they had been hit by a train.
"Nah!" The leading militiaman cursed angrily, and opened fire at Yan Shuangying without having to aim at such a close distance.
Bang bang bang——
The sound of gunfire continued. Less than ten meters away, five rounds of bullets were fired, but two of them went somewhere.
Yan Shuangying was shot in the chest and lower abdomen. The bullet only tore through his coat, then hit his body and turned into a cake. Following Yan Shuangying's movements, it fell to the ground.
"Knife...invulnerable?"
Yan Shuangying smiled: "You know too much."
He casually walked past the stunned civilian army. After a few steps, the civilian soldier tilted his neck and his head fell off.
The sound of gunshots just now resounded throughout Jianzhu Bay. Aunt Hua, who was nearest, rushed out first and poked half of her head out of the door to glance over. She first saw Yan Shuangying walking forward slowly, and then saw the civilian army.
The headless body spurted out blood several feet high.
With a scream, Aunt Hua quickly closed the courtyard door. After Aunt Hua, many villagers looked around, and they didn't know whose woman it was, and screamed: "It's murder——"
Jianzhu Bay, which was originally lifeless, suddenly boiled like a splash of cold water poured into hot oil.
Scattered everywhere, security teams with all kinds of evil intentions rushed out. Few of them were neatly dressed, the better ones wore their hats crookedly, and some even had their clothes unbuttoned.
When they saw the five holes in the courtyard wall and the headless corpse, the security team immediately exploded!
"He's a rebel! Brothers, beat him to death!"
Bang-dang!
The bullet hit Yan Shuangying's forehead, but it only made him tilt his head slightly. He was a sword forged from meteorite iron, so how could he be afraid of ordinary bullets?
If he were an immortal in his true form and faced a barrage of gunfire, he would have to temporarily avoid the sharp edges, but he didn't have to.
So he just walked forward blankly and forced several civilian soldiers into a corner. Then he finally couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed. He threw away his firearm and knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
"Grandpa Immortal, please spare me."
"Let me go, let me go."
"Yes, Platoon Leader Hu asked us to come here. I didn't do anything."
Yan Shuangying asked: "Which of you...has not stained the blood of the common people on his hands?"
In the violent April, the 404 members of the People's Army were wiped out, along with all the sympathizers and even the left wing of the Democratic Party.
Those who took action included both the army and Shanghai gangsters. In addition to Mr. Chang's narrow vision and his fondness for micro-management, his structure was also very problematic.
The vigorous Northern Expedition was about to sweep the world, but before they even reached the Yellow River, they began to kill the donkeys. They collapsed halfway and ended without any cure. The Northern Expeditionary Army's spirit was completely gone.
What is left of such an army after it loses its spirit? All that is left are Dayang and women, who have been reduced to the same appearance as a warlord army.
It seems that they did not expect Yan Shuangying to ask such a question. Everyone was stunned. Then Yan Shuangying sighed and stretched out his fingers to touch several people in turn. The force penetrated the body and shattered the heart. Several civilian soldiers
With a muffled groan, he covered his chest and spurted blood to the end. Only a young militiaman was left standing there shivering.
Yan Shuangying smiled: "You're okay, you still have some humanity. Don't do anything that harms the people in the future."
Leaving behind the militiamen who were trembling and speechless, Yan Shuangying turned around and walked towards the Liao family.
The platoon leader swarmed out with more than a dozen militiamen. The tactical literacy of this group of militiamen was pretty good, and they organized at least two volleys of gunfire. You could see that the bullets hit Yan Shuangying's body with sparks, in addition to breaking through the surface of his clothes.
, it had no effect, and the platoon leader collapsed first without waiting for others to do anything.
"He who is riding a horse, hold on to me, don't let that guy come over!"
A chaotic volley of guns rang out again, and the platoon leader turned around and ran away with two of his cronies. The betrayed dozen or so militiamen wanted to run again, but it was already too late.
Yan Shuangying was like a ghost, shuttling among a dozen people, but in a moment, corpses were lying on the ground.
He was so invulnerable that he completely frightened the platoon leader. The three men lost their spears, but only the platoon leader still had a pistol in his hand, and then he threw his hand and shot randomly towards the back without looking back.
Yan Shuangying narrowed his eyes, picked up two long guns on the ground, found a bayonet from the corpse of the civilian army, inserted it under the muzzle of the gun, raised his arm and threw it out like a javelin.
The gun flew more than fifty meters and pinned a civilian soldier to the ground with a pop.
"Ah - ah -"
The platoon leader was so frightened that he turned around and pulled the trigger randomly. The last few bullets were fired, then he dropped the rattling pistol, covered his head and ran away.
Another spear with a bayonet flew over and nailed another civilian soldier to death. The platoon leader collapsed completely, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. He tried to get up using his hands and feet, but fell to the ground several times.
"Tsk, you're so scared, it seems like you've done a lot of evil."
The voice of Yan Shuangying suddenly came from behind, and the platoon leader gave up the struggle completely, lying on the ground and making trouble: "God, please let me go... It was not my idea, I also followed the order from the top.
"
"It means that you are just a knife, and someone else handed the knife to you?" Yan Shuangying smiled and said: "The murder weapon, no matter which dynasty or generation, must be confiscated according to the law. Don't cry,
Leave yourself some dignity."
"I'll keep your grandma -" the platoon leader suddenly got up fiercely, holding a smoking grenade in his hand.
He rushed towards Yan Shuangying, but Yan Shuangying just dodged aside lightly, and with a kick of his foot, he knocked the platoon leader to the ground. Then he put one foot on the guy's back and listened to his desperate wail.
After three seconds, there was an explosion, and the platoon leader was made of flesh and blood.
After kicking the corpse over with one kick, Yan Shuangying looked at the rotten abdomen and frowned. It seemed that it was impossible for grenades to kill the enemy by shock waves. It was estimated that they could only kill by shrapnel.
Thinking about it, if the charge is too small, the power of the shock wave may not be as powerful as the cannons of later generations.
Yan Shuangying turned around and looked at the Liao family who had locked the door.
An old movie after the founding of the People's Republic of China vividly portrayed the returning group of landlords and gentry. The Liao family didn't seem that ugly - the people who arrested and killed people were the security team and the militia. He was just doing his job.
He returned home - but even a fool knows that if it hadn't been for Mr. Liao, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been so many troubles.
The emergence of the peasant association broke the gentry's monopoly on rural power, broke the clan magic, and broke thousands of years of etiquette. In short, the peasant association broke too many things. So the gentry finally discovered that the mud-legged people who united were not simply
Not to seek kingship and hegemony, but to turn the world upside down.
The more they feared, the more they hated it, so the means of counterattack would be more vicious. In the small Jianzhu Bay, there were only a hundred households, and more than a dozen people were arrested one after another.
Almost everyone in the village has lost relatives and friends.
The sound of gunfire had stopped, but no one appeared for a long time. Yan Shuangying thought to himself that most of the bloody people had been slaughtered, and the remaining people had been in a muddle for a lifetime, with no intention of waking up.
After all, the price of waking up is too high, and not everyone has the courage to go to the market.
Yan Shuangying stopped in front of Liao's house and raised his hand to push the door. With a bang, the door lintel that had been erected for hundreds of years flew upside down along with the plastered door. Suddenly, there were screams. Several nursing homes were pressed to the ground by the heavy wooden doors.
, unable to move.
The housekeeper's lips trembled, and he said after a long while: "Hero, if you have something to say, you can take whatever property you have in the house. Please give me a way to live."
Yan Shuangying sighed: "The Peasants' Association gave you a way to survive, how did you deal with the Peasants' Association?"
"This...this is all the master's idea. I am the butler."
Yan Shuangying was too lazy to talk nonsense and pointed out with one finger, and the housekeeper immediately breathed his last.
He strolled toward the courtyard, turned around the second door, and entered the main courtyard. The door to the main hall was open, and Master Liao and his family were crowded inside.
The woman was crying with her child in her arms, and several maids were shivering. Mr. Liao was in his early fifties and looked kind-hearted. There was a large box in front of him. The box was filled with gold and silver.
Mr. Liao seemed to be holding something tightly in his hand. The intermittent gunfire and the screams in the front yard told him that he could not escape this situation.
This person was somewhat responsible, at least he didn't kowtow and pee his pants in fear.
"Hero, please spare your wife, children, and children at home."
Yan Shuangying glanced at Fat Dudu's silly boy, then at the two frightened women, and nodded.
Mr. Liao breathed a sigh of relief: "In this case, the heroes will not have to take action."
As he spoke, he put the golden beads in his hand into his mouth, raised his neck and swallowed it hard. Yan Shuangying waved his hands at several maids. At first, those people didn't understand what it meant, but when one of the maids became excited,
He ran out in a hurry, and the rest of the people didn't react until then.
Death by swallowing gold would not be so painful. Yan Shuangying stepped forward and put away the box containing gold and silver with a wave of his hand. After thinking about it, he took out another roll and handed it to the woman holding the child.
"Let's go, you can't stay in Jianzhuwan."
Husband and wife are originally like birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly separately.
The woman wiped her tears, took Dayang, took the child and left.
The tree fell and the hozens scattered, leaving only Mr. Liao who was still alive in the hall.
Seeing that all the children were gone, Mr. Liao breathed a sigh of relief.
"This hero, I can see that you are not after wealth or sex. Liao asked, what are you after?"
Yan Shuangying remembered that movie inexplicably, and then said with a smile: "Fair, fair, it's fair to ride on a horse!"
Mr. Liao was stunned, then he vomited blood and laughed non-stop.
"Fairness? Where does the fairness of riding a horse come from? The Qing Dynasty has fallen, and fame is useless. The Liao family is like holding gold in a busy city. The county magistrate can take a bite, the security team can take a bite, and the passing bandits and warlords all step on it.
You can take a bite out of a horse. Does this world need to be fair? If I were a good person, the Liao family would have been finished ten years ago!"
"It's not too late now. Don't be dissatisfied. You're just ten or twenty years ahead of schedule. If you don't believe in fairness, there will always be people who do, and there are more people who believe than people who don't. Sooner or later, this world will
It would be fair."
Mr. Liao, who was coughing up blood, just shook his head and said nothing. Having lived through the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, he was over fifty years old, and this man no longer believed in fairness.
Yan Shuangying was too lazy to kill anyone, so he just turned around and walked out. He walked all the way out of the compound and the village until he was hidden in the green.
It is 404's job to enlighten the people's wisdom and mobilize the masses. Yan Shuangying does things only based on his heart.
After that day, the villagers of Jianzhuwan discovered that both the civilian army and Mr. Liao were dead, but no one dared to go to Liao's house to steal anything. Some even took the initiative and informed the county of the matter overnight.
It was also after this day that a strange man appeared in Shonan. This man was of ordinary height and appearance, and even the clothes he wore were ordinary. It was this ordinary man who brought a bloody storm along the way.
The returning group in Hengxing Township was in bad luck. Either their families were destroyed overnight, or they were knocked on the door by this person and their heads were wrenched off.
The whole of southern Hunan was shocked! The civilian army stationed here simply dispatched a battalion to intercept this person. However, this person's whereabouts were like a ghost. He was here one day, and disappeared two hundred miles away the next day.
This battalion of civilian soldiers ran back and forth, but in vain. Then when they returned to the county seat, they found that the county seat had also been tricked by that person.
The security team disappeared immediately, and the evil-doing captain was hung on the city gate. The county magistrate who had just taken office was so frightened that he went crazy. No matter what, he did not dare to be the county magistrate he bought for a hundred thousand dollars.
The family members left in a hurry.
Anger is naturally uncomfortable when it is suppressed in the heart, but after it is excessively vented, only nothingness remains.
Yan Shuangying found that his efforts were in vain. He killed Mr. Zhang with his front foot, and then came Mr. Li from the back. What's more interesting is that this Mr. Li was originally a rogue tenant, but in a blink of an eye, he became the Mr. Li who hugged him from both sides.
Yan Shuangying thought about it for a few days and gradually understood. Without 404, this peasant is just like all the rebels in history. All they want is to complete the class leap. How to cross? Naturally, it is to defeat the landlords and old wealth, and then go to the local landlords themselves.