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Chapter 812 The soy sauce guest
Ha Albala's accidental injury made the smell of fire in front of the ancient bag instantly thicken. The black muzzles of the guns were pointed at each other, but no one pulled the trigger first. At such a close distance, the gun would be fired.
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"Jiangba, if you hurt Master Hal, you'd better come with us, otherwise you won't be able to escape when the master brings someone here." The man with the Chinese character face is the bodyguard hired by the Ha Albala family. Today, he was out here.
At that moment, his heart turned into a ball of thatch trampled by the horses, and the palm of his hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.
Qiangba was also confused when things got to this point. The power of the Halbala family on this grassland can be said to be the standard of a local emperor, and Mr. Hal is also a character who must take revenge. Today's matter will depend on him no matter what.
On the head, in these days, no matter where you are, the poor should be rich and the rich should be rational, almost without regard to national boundaries. This time things are not easy to be merciful.
Daleng was stubborn at the critical moment. He aimed his gun at the man's eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Muren, how can a leopard on the grassland be the guard dog of the Hal family? If you want to take Qianba away, you must ask first.
The gun in my hand!"
The man with the Chinese character face knew Daleng. This guy was famous for being a hob cutter. He couldn't even pull back the strongest horse when he started. He had a gun in his hand and he really dared to pull the trigger.
"Da Leng, you'd better not care about this matter. Although you are all following Mr. Bai now, he, a foreigner, will never offend Mr. Haer for you." Muren pointed his gun at Daleng's chest, starting from this guy
From the golden gun in his hand, it can be guessed that he did hún well during this period. He never thought that the original owner of the gun was thinking about how to help.
Xu Qing was unwilling to get involved in this kind of thing. After all, this is the territory of the ancient Mongolian country. It might not be very useful if the identity of the Chinese martial spirit is revealed. Besides, even if he takes action to solve the immediate trouble, it is probably not over.
, let’s wait and see!
Qiangba's hands were empty. The only ancient sword on his body was stuck on the horse's chrysanthemum flower and he was taken away. He turned his head and glanced at the three horses not far away. Behind the horse was a multi-barreled gun. That thing
If you bring it out, no matter how many people come, you won't be afraid.
Daleng was still confronting Muren, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart. The old man of the Haer family was not a vegetarian. He had at least hundreds of long and short guns. If things got serious, it would be his side that would suffer. Qiangba
How far can you run if you indirectly hurt someone?
"Daleng, how about you put down the gun together and wait until Mr. Hal comes to deal with it?" Muren felt that the palm of his hand holding the gun was sweaty and greasy. All he had to do now was to ease the tension as much as possible.
Atmosphere, wait until someone from the Harbala family comes to deal with this matter.
Daleng nodded sternly and said: "Okay, you put down your guns first. Even if you hurt someone, you can only pay for it at most, not to mention that Qiangba did not do it unintentionally."
Muren and the other man holding a gun exchanged glances, and the muzzle of the gun was lowered. Daleng also tilted the muzzle, but their fingers never took off the trigger.
Xu Qing rubbed his nose, and suddenly heard the roar of engines coming from the front. More than ten off-road trucks roared towards him, and no less than fifty ancient men jumped out from the vehicles, armed with various tools, machetes, and rifles.
, pistols, muskets, both long and short, hot and cold, and some even had bundles of thick hemp ropes in their hands. Looking at this posture, you knew that the real owner had arrived.
A group of people instantly surrounded the four people in front of the menggu bag. Qiqige was so frightened that he hid tightly behind Qianba. Daleng could no longer hold the gun in his hand, so he also turned his head and focused on
Behind the horse carrying the gun in the distance, the horse is next to the ancient bag. The distance is only two meters. However, it is obviously not enough time to get the gun. I am afraid that the gun will be handed over by these eager guys before I can get it.
go.
A tall middle-aged man separated from the crowd and walked over. He was about fifty years old, with a lion's nose and a handsome mouth. He wore a bright gold ring on the five fingers of his left hand and wore a brocade-trimmed robe.
, there is also hanging on the belt the three treasures of Méng ancient men, a knife, a fire sickle, and a snuff box, all decorated with red coral beads. Needless to say, he is the Mr. Hal who just made the catchy sentence.
Master Har's full name is Harbatulu, but he prefers to be called Master. The ancient people in Meng married very young, so he was only twenty years old when Harbala was born, and he had such a precious son. It was really
He doted on him in every possible way, but today he suddenly heard that his precious son had been thrown off a horse and had his legs broken. He was heartbroken and even more angry. He immediately called a group of people and rushed over to question him.
Master Hal walked up to the four of them with a sullen face, his eyes slowly passing over their faces. Suddenly, his eyelids drooped, and he said in a deep voice: "Tie them all up."
Mr. Hal is not a good guy who orders people to be kidnapped without asking the right and wrong. Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and saw Qiangba roaring and rushing to the horse two meters away, reaching out to get the gun. At this time
Muren on the side raised his gun, pointed it at his back, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Boom! A bullet hit Qiangba's back. Muren still had some conscience and did not shoot him directly in the back. Instead, he pressed the muzzle of the gun downward. This way, Qianba could be eliminated.
It is really a wishful thinking that kills two birds with one stone, and can shirk part of the responsibility for failing to protect the Lord.
At this critical moment, a palm stretched out as fast as lightning, made a fist with a snap, then slowly tilted and opened, and a brass bullet fell in front of everyone's sight.
Jianba didn't even look at the situation behind him. He tried hard to take out the multi-barreled gun even if he was hit by a bullet. However, the bullet missed him and the gun was already lifted into his hand with a whir. The muzzle of the gun turned and was pointed at Mr. Hal.
, and did not forget to shout loudly: "Whoever dares to move, I will beat him to pieces!"
Uh!? After Jianba shouted violently, he felt something was wrong with the situation in front of him. Why didn't everyone look at the powerful multi-barreled gun in his hand, but looked blankly at the person beside him with eyes like looking at a monster?
What about Battle?
Not to mention the people brought by Mr. Hal, even Qiqige and Daleng were no exception. There was a monster in everyone's eyes, a monster that could easily catch bullets with the palm of his hand!
Xu Qing's face felt a little hot when he was looked at by this group of people. He could only sniffle and mō, and said in a low voice: "It's my first time to come to the prairie, but I can't stand the guy who bullies others!"
Mr. Hal gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you helping Qianba?"
Xu Qing smiled and said: "What if I say they are oily customers? I mean the kind of customers who are soy sauce customers. Forget it, you won't understand even if I say it. As long as you understand that if you keep tossing it, the injured person will only
More would be nice, maybe people will die!" After saying that, he deliberately tilted his head to the side and looked at Jianba who was holding a gun in a daze.