In the open space of the village, there were a group of women who had been stripped of their clothes. A group of prostitutes who had just put on their pants smiled lewdly and started shouting at the other villagers kneeling on the ground: "What the hell! I can't hand over the food.
Don’t you have any money?”
A leading strong man with a musket on his waist and a long knife in his hand walked into the kneeling crowd and grabbed an old man.
He threw the old man to the ground viciously, and the children in the village cried louder. No one dared to raise their heads, not even one to ask for mercy.
"If you don't hand over the valuable things you have hidden, I will kill him!" The strong man pointed the tip of his knife at the old man and yelled at everyone.
"My lord, my lord! It's really gone! All the things in our family have been handed over! Spare me! Spare me." The old man lay on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.
"It's all gone, what's the use of keeping you?" The strong man smiled ferociously and pushed the long knife forward, and passed through the old man's chest.
Immediately, the old man lost the strength to struggle, his head hung sideways, and he died without even letting out a scream.
"Get the money quickly! Otherwise, you will end up like him!" The strong man pulled out the knife, shook off the blood on it, and continued to threaten loudly: "If you don't hand it over, I will kill the child!"
"Aren't you really out of money?" A gangster holding a musket whispered to his accomplice next to him: "You're so damn forced, and you don't even have a few coins."
"I guess so, but how can we let these bastards know our power without scaring them? Hehe, that bitch just now...haven't you tried it too?" The companion pressed the big knife on his waist with pride.
said.
"Hey, hey, hey! He screamed miserably at first, but then he became more honest. After two slaps, he didn't even dare to let go of his shit." The gangster holding the gun smiled lewdly and nodded.
"Hahaha!" The companions also laughed. They have been arrogant here for half a year, and the government does not dare to interfere. Who dares to interfere?
In the past, in order to break bones and absorb marrow, they only grabbed food and money. In the past two months, the money has become less and less, and there are a lot less things. In order to extract more oil and water, and at the same time to vent their animal desires, these people began to
It's a disaster for women.
There are still two corpses of men who resisted on the ground, and the blood has dried up. There are dozens of bandits, many more than the young men in the village, and they have guns and knives, and are better equipped and more powerful.
.Those who resist are usually killed, just like these two lying on the ground.
"Ah!" A woman without clothes climbed up from the ground crazily and rushed towards the bandit soldier closest to her.
The bandit soldier opened his mouth wide, drew out his long knife and made a crack. Blood spurted out from the woman's body, and she fell down screaming without making any sound.
More bandit soldiers followed and laughed. This was their daily routine and everyone was used to it. Living in such a troubled world, they were already happy.
Murder and arson, gratification, bullying the weak and taking advantage of other people's wives every day, what's there to complain about?
"Hey hey hey! That's good enough." Seeing a woman hacked to death not far away, the bandits, who were no longer human, just sighed in admiration.
"If you don't give me money, I'll burn your house down!" A man with a scar on his face walked up and kicked an old man in the face, causing him to lie on the ground and vomit out his bloody teeth.
"Yes! Burn it! Burn it!" The bandits surrounding the area shouted, fearing that the matter would be minor and they would not be able to demonstrate their cruelty.
"Don't dare! Don't dare burn it!" The villagers kneeling on the ground cried and begged, throwing out some of the hidden things: "There are only so many left, only so much."
In fact, what was thrown out was not a good thing. There were hidden salted fish and seafood, rag fishing nets, and thread scissors. The only thing that was considered a good thing was just a silver ring.
All in all, it's just a pile of junk,
Picking up the silver ring, he blew it and stuffed it into his arms. The strong man spat at the rags and continued to curse: "Bah! A bunch of misers! They won't shed tears until they see the coffin! Damn it, I won't hack a few of them to death.
It’s uncomfortable!”
"Didn't I take out something again? Look for it again! There might be more." The man with the scar on his face smiled evilly and gave the strong man advice.
"Yeah! It makes sense!" The strong man smiled and nodded, then looked at the villagers who were frightened and turned pale: "Isn't this hiding something? Isn't it dishonest? You must have hidden something else.
Things! Hand them over! Otherwise I will kill them one by one and find them myself!"
The cry became louder, but this time, no one in the kneeling crowd threw anything out. In fact, they really had nothing to hand over.
"Bitch! Let me kill a few more! You will all be honest!" The strong man rubbed his nose with his fingers, picked up the knife with blood stains, and prepared to try another one.
They also have to pay errands. If they don't hand over something to the officials in the city, where will the taxes for the imperial court come from? Are they supposed to pay for it themselves? How is that possible?
"Stop!" A sharp shout from the village entrance stopped the strong man's movements. The bandit leader turned his head and saw a familiar face in the distance.
"Hey! I'm looking for you! Old Man Yang! You ran away and you dare to come back?" Putting down the knife, the strong man sneered and raised his chin at the old fisherman: "Where is your little girl? Grandpa, I'm very fond of you today, hahahaha
!”
He laughed proudly, and the bandit soldiers around him also laughed loudly. In the midst of the laughter, a sudden gunshot sounded, catching everyone off guard.
A bandit soldier who was smiling looked down and saw the hole on his chest where blood was spurting out. He was a little shocked and wanted to reach out to touch the bright red blood, but found that his arm was already moving.
Before the surrounding bandits could react, another gunshot was heard, and the head of an accomplice standing next to the bandit who was shot shattered like a watermelon that fell to the ground.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ah! Ah!" A bandit soldier pulled out a knife and shouted to encourage himself. Until now, he has not seen where the enemy is, so there is nothing he can do.
any response.
As a result, another bullet flew and pierced his neck, and blood immediately poured down his tattered military uniform like a waterfall.
He threw away his weapon and tried to cover the hole in his neck with both hands, but the blood still kept pouring out from between his fingers, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.
Until this time, these bandits finally realized that there were many enemies and they were equipped with a large number of muskets.
The first thing they thought of was that Zheng's army was coming to wipe them out! But then they thought again, even if those wimps really came back, they wouldn't do it without saying a word.
The officials in the city still expect them to collect tax money, so how can they be touched? Even if they kill donkeys, the official army does not have the fighting power.
"Who is it! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" The strong man who was the leader of the gangsters shouted loudly as he hunched over to find cover.
Until now, he has not figured out the situation, let alone organized a counterattack. They are actually the same as the official army, and they have little fighting ability. There is no problem in bullying the common people, but it is really a joke to form a formation and fight a tough battle.
"Brother! The gunfire is coming from the north! Let's run to the south!" The gangster with a scar on his face, carrying a flintlock pistol, hid behind the well to remind his boss.
When the strong man heard that it made sense, he immediately shouted to his men: "Run south! Go up the mountain! Go back to the village!"
A group of disorganized gangsters hurriedly ran south. This time they made some progress because they finally saw who was dealing with them.
These people were wearing weird costumes of three colors, with pockets all over their bodies, and an iron pot on their heads. They looked as silly as the opera singers.
There didn't seem to be many people on the other side, only two, so the dozen bandits rushed over regardless, trying to kill the two bastards who were blocking the road so they could escape into the mountains.
But as they got closer and closer to these two fools who were not afraid of death, the strange-shaped short blunderbuss in the hands of these two fools spit out tongues of fire.
They originally thought that this thing was just like a flintlock pistol and could only make a sound. But when they started to fight, they realized how wrong their thinking was.
The Thompson submachine gun was like a lawnmower in combat at this distance. When the Marine who fired first threw away the empty magazine and reloaded the ammunition, there was no target left in front of him.
Another Marine who had just fired his last round of ammunition began to reload at this time, and the two of them cooperated flawlessly.
When they heard the continuous gunshots, the bandit leader and his accomplices who were still in the village immediately lost the courage to continue breaking out.
It's a joke, just by hearing the dense gunfire, you will definitely not have the courage to go out and look for death. You don't know how many people came from the other side, and what kind of god you have offended.
Marines had already rushed into the village. Some began to rescue the half-clothed women, and some began to control the chaotic villagers.
A bandit knelt on the ground, shouting for mercy, and soon a Marine ran up to the bandit.
"Spare my life! Spare my life!" The bandit knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Every time he raised his head, he cried out: "Spare me! Spare my life!"
The Marine holding the rifle glanced at the unconscious and half-clothed woman lying on the ground, and then looked at the gangsters who were kneeling at their feet and kowtowing like garlic.
His companions were covering the insulted women with raincoats or tents. He shouldered the rifle, pulled out the S3 pistol from his waist, turned on the safety, and pulled the trigger on the head of the bandit who was kowtowing.
