"Reporter, the boss is in trouble, something big has happened." A bandit ran in in a panic.
Dwarf Tiger pressed the armrest of the seat with one hand and said, "Why are you so panicked?"
The bandit stood inside the palace gate and stammered: "Outside, outside, come on, many people have come, and they have surrounded our stronghold."
"What!" Dwarf Tiger suddenly stood up, "The officers and soldiers are here?"
Then he shook his head, saying that it was impossible for the officers and soldiers to come to Hutou Village so late, and he didn't get any news from his side.
The second-in-command on the seat on the left stood up, holding a knife in his hand, and said: "Brother, it must be the gang of bandits from down the mountain who have come up. I will lead my people to kill them now."
"I'll go with you." The third master grabbed the weapon at hand.
"No, I'm going to meet them personally this time to see who gave them the courage to attack my stronghold." Dwarf Tiger turned his head and shouted outside the house, "Here, bring your armor."
After a short time, two bandits walked in, one holding a cotton armor and the other holding an iron armor.
The short-footed tiger first put on the cotton armor, then put on the iron armor, picked up a simple knife in his hand, and strode out of the main hall of the mountain temple.
The second master and the third master also wore armor, one wore iron armor, and the third master wore a suit of cotton armor. They each held weapons and followed behind Dwarf Tiger.
Standing in front of the main hall of the mountain temple, Dwarf Tiger's whole face was flushed red by the firelight on both sides. He shouted loudly: "Brothers, I believe you also know the current situation. A group of homeless people came outside the mountain village. Bandits, but don’t be afraid, we need armor and weapons.”
"Needless to say, you know what the virtues of the bandits outside the village are. To put it mildly, they are called bandits, but to put it worse, they are just a bunch of stinky beggars. Are our brothers still afraid of a bunch of stinky beggars?"
"Don't be afraid." The third master next to him raised his weapon and shouted loudly.
"Don't be afraid!" "Don't be afraid!" "Don't be afraid!"
The bandits around the mountain temple were shouting loudly.
Dwarf Tiger raised the simple knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "One bandit's head is worth ten taels of silver, and one bandit leader's head is twenty taels. Brothers, follow me and fight out! Exchange your heads for silver."
When it came to the word "kill", he pointed the knife forward in his hand.
When they heard that a bandit's head could be exchanged for ten taels of silver, the bandits were so excited that their eyes looked crazy.
Money and silk attract people's hearts, and there is money in the village, but that doesn't mean they, the low-level bandits, also have money.
All the bandits spontaneously crowded towards the gate of the cottage, and the bandits closest to the gate of the cottage worked together to open the gate.
The moment the village door opened, a series of torches suddenly lit up outside the village.
The bandits who were shouting to rush out to kill the bandits suddenly all retreated, and the original crazy shouts fell silent.
"Come on! Come on, everyone, one head and ten taels of silver!" Seeing that the bandits did not rush forward, but retreated, the Dwarf Tiger standing behind loudly urged the bandits to rush out of the stronghold.
Standing in front of the mountain temple, Dwarf Tiger was surrounded by people and could not see the situation outside the village.
"Brother, did something happen up front?" the third master reminded from the side.
Dwarf Tiger pushed aside the bandits blocking him, passed through the crowd, and came to the gate of the cottage. He raised his eyes and saw the situation outside the cottage, and immediately took a breath of air.
Outside the village gate, torches illuminated the sky and the earth. The bandits with resolute faces and wooden spears were pointing towards the village with their wooden spears in their hands, and a murderous aura rushed towards their faces.
The short-legged tiger subconsciously took two steps back and bumped into the third master behind him. Only then did he realize that he was scared away by a group of bandits.
"Close, close the village gate." Dwarf Tiger shouted in panic, and at the same time, he cursed in his mind. There were more than a hundred bandits here. Even if it was not clear at night, there were always two or three hundred people.
Dwarf Tiger himself was from the frontier army, and his heart sank when he saw the wooden spears, the black fire blunderbuss, and the orderly and solemn ranks of refugees outside the village.
The gate of the cottage is made of solid wood. The four bandits stood with two people on each side and pushed the gate hard, trying to close it again.
"The Fire Gun Team is ready to... release!"
The gate of the cottage had been opened on its own initiative. Chen Xunping would never give them a chance to close it, so he immediately issued an order to the gun team crouching in front of the gate of the cottage.
Bang, bang...bang!
The gunman kneeling in the front row squeezed the gun in his hand, a puff of white smoke came out, and the lead shot out.
Three of the four bandits at Guanzhaimen were hit and killed on the spot. The remaining bandit was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
"The second row of firecrackers is ready... to fire!"
Bang, bang...bang!
The sound of firecrackers sounded again, and the smell of gunpowder around them became stronger. Several bandits in the village fell down after the sound of firecrackers. One of them was the bandit leader wearing iron armor.
After firing the guns, the gunmen began to clean the medicine pool and reload the gunpowder and lead. At this time, the third row of gunmen had already pointed the guns at the bandits in the village.
After two rounds of fire cannons were fired, the bandits in the village saw their companions who had been hit by the fire cannons and fell down. They saw blood flowing all over the floor. Some bandits' stomachs were smashed by lead balls and their intestines flowed out from their stomachs. .
Blood, red and green intestines all over the ground, and mud were mixed together, and the bandits' screams shocked the other bandits in the village.
The bandits all had their heads pinned to their belts, but the horror before them was more horrifying than death.
Some bandits watched helplessly as the people around them had their stomachs smashed with fire blunderbuss, and their intestines flowed out. With two hands covered with blood, they kept stuffing intestines into their stomachs, flowing out, and then stuffing them back in again, until they swallowed the last part. One breath.
The mental shock was more terrifying than death. Finally, some bandits couldn't bear it anymore, dropped their weapons, screamed and ran away behind them.
His escape was like the last straw in his life. Many bandits who were on the verge of collapse fled back one after another. Some bandits even thought that the people in front of them were running too slowly and killed the people in front of them with a knife.
Panic, selfishness, everyone wants to live in the face of death.
"Brother, let's go quickly. It's over. The cottage is over." The second master grabbed Dumpty Tiger and pulled him and fled back with the other bandits.
At this time, there are no big bosses or second bosses. All the bandits are thinking about is survival.
As soon as the bandits in the cottage escaped, chaos suddenly broke out. You pushed me and squeezed you, and some people stabbed people in an attempt to find a way out.
The second boss and Dwarf Tiger, who were strong in stature, squeezed past the bandits in front of them and fled to the front.
The third leader was not so lucky. He was a little thinner and had no advantage over the fleeing bandits. Especially since he was too close to the gate of the village, so he was always at the end of the group of fleeing bandits.
"The gunman is ready... to fire!"
The hand of the third row of muskets squeezed the engine, smoke came out from the mouth of the musket, and a row of lead shot out, hitting the bandits who were escaping behind.
The third master was luckier. He tripped over a bandit's body on the ground and was already lying on the ground when the sound of firecrackers sounded.
Before he could stand up, he saw with his own eyes that a bandit who was running in front of him was hit in the back by a fire cannon, causing a splash of blood. He staggered two steps and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, he didn't dare to stand up anymore, so he just lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.
