Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba rushed forward separately to control Chen Jinzhou and Zhang Ma, who was rushing over. Chen Jinzhou was now dizzy. Seeing Zhao Laowu's figure shaking in front of him, he actually gave birth to seven
That's eight images.
He pinched his eyebrows and shook his head to get rid of the images in front of him.
Zhao Laowu chuckled and said, "Young man, don't insist. This is medicine that can be used to pour five hundred kilograms of water buffalo. Why do you insist? Just close your eyes and take a nap. After a nap, the children at home will be gone, haha.
Ha ha……"
"you……"
Chen Jinzhou wanted to strangle Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba to death at this moment. He never expected that there would be such crazy people in such a small village.
At the same time, he also hated himself for not being more cautious. Why did he think that the people in the village were all simple, honest and harmless...
Zhao Laowu was still laughing and moving forward, but Chen Jinzhou had retreated to the door with empty steps, his back pressed against the door panel and unable to retreat. Zhao Laowu raised the butcher knife in his hand high...
"Azhou squat down."
Zhang Ma shouted loudly from behind. Chen Jinzhou squatted down subconsciously, and then a big wooden stick swept over with a whooshing sound in the wind. Zhao Laowu originally thought it was a trick played by an ignorant woman, but he stretched out his hand to pick it up.
When the wooden stick swept over him, it shocked his jaws and made him numb. He was unable to catch the wooden stick, and he was even swept back a few steps and down the steps.
"Lao Wu, what's going on with you? Can't an old woman solve it?"
Wang Laoba spoke dissatisfiedly on the side.
Zhao Laowu raised his hand and looked at his unconscious tiger's mouth, and he suddenly showed a hint of it.
"This old woman is still a practicing master."
"What?"
Wang Laoba, who originally planned to rush into the house with a knife and find an opportunity to take the child out, paused when he heard Zhao Laowu's words. He turned to look at Zhang Ma, who was holding a wooden stick across the door of the courtyard.
He smiled coldly.
"Ladies, have you practiced?"
Zhang Ma chuckled.
He also showed a sneer.
"Where did this ignorant thief come from? How dare he set his sights on your aunt? I can't stand my head on your shoulders anymore, right?" Zhang Ma sneered and looked at Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba, and the other one
He also pulled Chen Jinzhou's sleeve.
"How is Azhou?"
Chen Jinzhou shook his head.
The double shadow in front of him was still there, and the feeling of weakness all over his body and sloppy steps never disappeared. It seemed as if his strength had been drained all of a sudden, and he seemed like a trapped animal that was tightly entangled by countless thorns and vines and was unable to escape.
"Mother Zhang..."
"Stop talking." Zhang Ma said, "Hold on, I'll come after I take care of them."
Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba both laughed when they heard Zhang Ma's words. They both had a long night of dreaming, so they raised the knife in their hands and swung it at Zhang Ma.
But since Zhang Ma said she was a practicing practitioner, she definitely couldn’t be someone who could only talk big words but not have the ability to do anything. No, Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba rushed over with their swords raised. Zhang Ma turned her hand and held it with both hands.
The end of the stick was swept toward the stomachs of Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba.
"Little thief, why don't you go ask around, where were you when your aunt was following the old man to suppress the bandits? If you fall into your aunt's hands today, you are lucky."
When Zhang Ma wields the stick to hit people, her movements are so smooth! Not to mention Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba, they didn't expect Zhang Ma to be so skillful. Even Chen Jinzhou didn't expect it.
Is Mother Zhang so powerful? Is this the same middle-aged woman who always looks at her children with a kind smile?
It turns out, yes.
When Zhang's mother was still young, her family was killed by horse thieves who came down from the mountain. Not only the family, but also the entire village were killed by the horse thieves. She hid in the cellar used to hide sweet potatoes, winter melon and cabbage.
Human blood dripped from the cellar lid.
At that time, she didn't dare to move. She hugged tightly the bundle her mother had given her that morning and huddled in the corner, trying to minimize her presence.
I don’t know how long I have been working there. When I heard the loud shouting of killing again, Zhang Ma’s whole body had turned into a bloody person. When the cover of the cellar hidden next to the pig pen was finally opened.
Zhang Ma can no longer see her original appearance.
She raised her head with a blank look on her face and saw an imposing man who looked like her private school teacher.
Mr. Fang personally went down to the cellar, took out Zhang Ma, who was only eight or nine years old, and asked her what her name was and if she had any other relatives.
Zhang Ma shook her head.
Last year, all the people in her grandmother's village were killed by horse thieves who came down from the mountain. This year, it's their turn again. She has no relatives left, and all her relatives have been killed.
(A digression here, the bandits were really fierce in the past, especially here in the southwest. When my grandparents were still alive, they often told us that when the bandits came down the mountain, the people in the village immediately ran to the mountains to hide.
Get up and wait until the bandits leave before you dare to come back home.)
Mr. Fang still has to march and fight, and it is impossible to carry a child with him all day long, but his family members have also passed away. He wants to take away Zhang Ma. At that time, Zhang Ma was not called Zhang Ma, and she was still a skinny girl.
The little girl who just lost her family is named Zhang Wanjun.
Mr. Fang wanted to entrust Xiao Wanjun to others, but she was unwilling. She did not say anything, so she insisted on pulling Mr. Fang's clothes. She followed him wherever he went. When he went to the toilet, she stood there.
Wait outside...
At that time, many people said that there might be something wrong with the child's brain, and that Mr. Fang should find a good family to put him up for adoption. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if a little girl followed them in a hail of bullets, right?
Mr. Fang naturally understands this truth, but the problem is that this little girl won't leave. Except when she separates from him when she goes to the toilet, she keeps following him and doesn't speak. He doesn't say anything when he asks her, is she hungry?
She didn't speak.
Just follow.
Very stubborn.
This made Mr. Fang vaguely see the shadow of his own childhood. At that time, his friends had slingshots and went to the woods to shoot birds. He also wanted one. But his father wouldn't let him, so he kept following his father without saying a word.
, just kept following.
Just like Zhang Wanjun now.
Mr. Fang couldn't help laughing when he thought about the past, and he made the plan to adopt Zhang Wanjun as his adopted daughter.
But Zhang Wanjun didn't speak, and he didn't know whether she would agree or not. As Zhang's mother, Mr. Fang was still immersed in the pain of losing her loved one, so he didn't force her so quickly, so he took her with him temporarily...
This area lasted from the age of eight to the age of eighteen.
So in the past ten years, Zhang Ma has participated in all the wars that Mr. Fang has participated in. Everyone still laughed at Mr. Fang and brought his daughter to the battlefield to kill the enemy...
Zhang Ma, who has been tempered by war and experienced countless bullets flying over her head, although she is now in her forties, will not be timid when she sees the two thieves Zhao Laowu and Wang Laoba.
On the contrary, they also aroused the bloody nature in her bones!