It was still the same hut, the same bonfire, but one person was missing, a respectable elder.

Shi Yang brought back the news that the other two households on the island were all killed. Those who would hide on this deserted island were mostly old and weak. As long as they were not obedient, the Tartars would not be ruthless. Just like the family of Ding, if Zhao Lie had not met the same situation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing and even more inexplicably sensual.

The sailors and servants by the other bonfire and Tu Laosan, who were tied to wooden stakes, also felt it, and they were all silent.

Zhao Lie sat cross-legged with a Remington shotgun on his knees. Ding Xiaoyao next to him kept staring at the gun, and he was reluctant to move.

Ma Nanchun also sat cross-legged, put his sleeves on his knees, and looked at Zhao Lie from time to time, as if he had first known, and was surprised when he looked at him. Since Zhao Lie killed five powerful enemies and turned the tables in one fell swoop, Ma Nanchun has been looking at him with this kind of eyes. His words have changed the tone of the previous in charge and become more concise. As if this time, this bonfire discussion, Ma Nanchun asked Zhao Lie to be the first to speak.

Shi Yang's eyes when he looked at Zhao Lie also changed, with a little awe and a little worship. The thinking of the fighter in the army was very simple, he only obeyed the strong, believed in fists, and only worshipped the righteousness. Zhao Lie showed these three things one by one today, and Shi Yang couldn't help but be impressed.

The palace maid Shu'er was in a coma from beginning to end at the time of the incident and did not see the scene of Zhao Lie showing his power. After all, he was not as good as witnessing it. In addition, he was very excited. At this time, he only hugged his knees and stared at the fire. He maintained this posture from the beginning to now, and it was estimated that it could last until the bonfire was extinguished.

The fisherman girl looked at the bright star in the night sky, her eyes reflected by the starlight, and there was a cold feeling. The first thing she broke the silence was this cold girl: "If you have anything, just say it quickly. After listening to it, we still have to guard the soul."

Zhao Lie gave an apology look: "Okay, that's a long story short. Let's discuss the future. Everyone can tell what they want to do or where they want to go to see if they can reach a consensus. Brother Ma, please tell me first."

Ma Nanchun brushed his sleeves and bowed his hands and said loudly: "Ma's family is rich in Xiangshan. His brother Nan Bao is worried about the country and loyal to the emperor. He has already vowed to deal with the Tartars to the end. Someone will return to Xiangshan and reorganize his troops with his brother. Please help all the righteous men here, and you must be welcomed by the guests."

Ma Nanchun said that all the righteous men were looking directly at Zhao Lie, full of enthusiasm and expectation, and it was revealed.

Zhao Lie nodded, did not respond, and his eyes turned to Shi Yang: "What do you say, Brother Shi?"

Shi Yang's eyes flashed over Shu'er inadvertently, looked at Ma Nanchun, then turned back to Zhao Lie, patting the Mongolian knife on his waist: "I just want to be a knife to kill Tartars. I will follow whoever makes it easier."

Zhao Lie looked at Ding Xiaoyao beside him and his eyes stopped on Xiaoyao's sister: "I know Xiaoyao's wish, what are your thoughts?"

The girl bit her lips and looked directly at Zhao Lie, saying word by word: "We sisters and brothers are united and we will pay tribute to the grandfather and the villagers with the head of the Tartar leader!"

"The leader of the Tartars." Shi Yang glanced at Tu Laosan and said, "In the afternoon, Ma Chengzhi and I tried this traitor. He was a servant of the Tartar Buhe. Buhe was the head of the brand (the chief of the ten men). They were ordered by the superiors, a hundred households named... Hey, what's the name?"

"Called by Bagen." Tu Laosan responded hurriedly.

"Yes, Bagan."

The Ding brothers exchanged glances with each other and focused on them: "It's him."

"Okay, I'll help you get revenge, but you have to promise me one thing." Zhao Lie held Ding Xiaoyao's arm and looked at Xiaoyao's sister, "After you get revenge, just follow me, don't ask where to go."

"Okay!" Xiaoyao sister nodded without hesitation.

Ma Nanchun clapped excitedly: "Hello! Since we have ambitions, why not fight against the Tartars together? I have some food, swords and guns in Xiangshan, and my brother has also recruited heroes and practiced day and night. He will become a powerful force soon. It is the right time to eliminate Tartars and destroy the enemy..."

Zhao Lie shook his head: "The responsibility for eliminating Tartars and destroying the enemy is heavy, and we common people may not be able to bear it. We only take revenge, and we are targeted revenge - only killing Bagen."

Ma Nanchun laughed and shook his head, then said seriously: "Brother Zhao doesn't know that the hundreds of Tartar households are no more than the hundreds of households on the streets of the New Affiliated Army. Even if I, the five hundred men from Xiangshan, could not be able to kill a hundred Tartar households. With Brother Zhao alone, even if he has a magic weapon, it may be difficult..."

"And me!"

"And me!"

The first sound was Ding Xiaoyao, and the next sound was Xiaoyao Sister.

Ma Nanchun still laughed, but turned into a bitter smile.

Zhao Lie nodded in agreement: "Yes, I will definitely not do it alone, even if I have this, it is not enough." Zhao Lie patted the black star on his waist, then grabbed the shotgun, and lit it at Ma Nanchun, Shi Yangliang, "But it will be different."

After Zhao Lie said that, he threw the hunting rifle to Ding Xiaoyao: "Xiaoyao, come on."

"Okay!" Ding Xiaoyao excitedly took the gun, looked around for the target, suddenly raised the gun to his shoulder, and pointed the muzzle at the door panel of his cottage.

"Xiaoyao, what are you doing?" Sister Xiaoyao was shocked by a loud noise before she could stop it.

Bang! The fire was dazzling, the sound was like thunder, and white smoke gushed. The door panel seven or eight meters away was peeling and shaking violently, falling to the ground with a bang.

Except for Zhao Lie and Ding Xiaoyao, the others present were shocked.

In terms of being knowledgeable, no one present came to the right of Ma Nanchun. He had seen the bamboo tube musket, and he had also seen the Song army's standard firearm bombing and thunder. However, the power of the sky bombing and thunder was limited, and only the sound was quite scary. To put it bluntly, the bamboo tube musket was fireworks, which were also scary, and it was scary with fireworks.

At this moment, the iron tube in Ding Xiaoyao's hand was like thunder, and the fireworks were like muskets, but its power was so amazing...

Shi Yang received the instructions of Zhao Lie, and hurried over to carry the door panel and paused in front of the bonfire. The fire was bright and illuminated clearly. There were more than a dozen holes on the door panel. Shi Yang poked it through with his little finger.

There was a toothache sound on the field.

Ding Xiaoyao grinned and rubbed his shoulders, carrying a gun on his shoulders, and patrolled the audience proudly.

The sailor and the servants cast their eyes at Ding Xiaoyao with fear in awe. When Ding Xiaoyao's eyes touched Tu Laosan, the horror in the latter's eyes could not be concealed. He hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, trembling slightly, fearing that the little evil star would aim at him with the terrible weapon in the next moment.

Ding Xiaoyao's eyes rolled, her mouth raised, and she slowly raised her gun to point at Tu Laosan.

Tu Laosan was almost scared and struggled desperately to vent his life. He kept saying that he would, regardless of the thick ropes on his arms and wrists, he was covered with blood marks.

Zhao Lie put his hand on the barrel of the gun and shook his head. Ding Xiaoyao put down the gun in disappointment. If it weren't for this guy to lead the way and point out the Tartar Dog Baihu, the shot just now would not be aimed at the door but the evil man's head.

Zhao Lie held a shotgun and showed Ma Nanchun and Shi Yang: "This is a shotgun, specializing in fighting wild beasts. Tartars are more powerful than beasts, and it is just right to deal with it."

Shi Yang looked at the dense holes on the door panel, then looked down at the proud Mongolian sword around his waist, and suddenly had the urge to throw the sword away.

Ma Nanchun stared at the shotgun with his eyes tightly on his breathing: "How many of this amazing weapon do Brother Zhao have?"

"It's okay to equip a hundred people. The most important thing is..." Zhao Lie raised his chin towards Ding Xiaoyao, turned his head and said with a deep meaning, "Didn't Brother Ma see anything?"

Ma Nanchun was stunned at first, and his eyes turned from the shotgun from Zhao Lie's hand to Ding Xiaoyao. His eyes lit up suddenly and he jumped up from the ground: "No need for a hero, a boy can hold it! A strange weapon! A strange weapon!"

In ancient times, wars were implemented in soldiers, to put it bluntly, it was physical work: training, formation, and fighting. Whether it was shooting archery behind the formation or bayonets in front of the formation, you had to be physically strong, the stronger the better. If you don’t have physical strength and are not strong enough, just say that you can wield a knife, striking a gun and shooting an arrow, you will be wearing a piece of armor, such as nearly fifty kilograms of stairs and human armor, you can make it difficult for you to move forward.

The so-called recruitment of troops means strength; the strong army means courage and courage to fight.

However, this magic weapon in front of us has subverted all this,

Ding Xiaoyao is less than fourteen years old, less than five feet tall, with a pale face and thin skin, and is so weak. If such a person goes to join the army, the recruiter will not even look at him. Even if he sneaks into the barracks and is unable to cut off the enemy's armor with a knife, he is afraid that he will die the fastest and most valuable person once the war begins.

However, such a thin young man who is not even a bad soldier, holding an iron pipe and gently moving his index finger can knock a thick door panel away from seven or eight steps. If it were someone... no, even two or three people would break through instantly. With such a magical weapon, what kind of strength should I recruit? The elderly, weak, women and children can go into battle to kill the enemy, and their combat effectiveness is no less than that of elite soldiers and soldiers.

The mode of war has been subverted!

Ma Nanchun didn't think so far. At this moment, he could only be ecstatic and stepped forward to hold Zhao Lie's hands: "Brother Zhao, you have a magic weapon, I have a hand, you and I will join forces, how about a big fight?"

After shaking hands, what are you doing? Zhao Lie resisted the idea of ​​throwing Ma Nanchun out by counter-catcher, laughed, and shook his hand with force. He took off his hand while the other party was relieved and relaxed, shaking his head: "Brother Ma, I have no knowledge, but I have heard the saying "Tai Ai's Counterattack". You also said that these weapons are amazing weapons. Except for people I really trust or those I can completely control, I would not have them equipped with these weapons of the era."

Ma Nanchun may not understand the meaning of "weapons beyond the times", but he did understand what Zhao Lie said about "trusted people" and "full control people". He stroked his beard and thought about it, and looked up and said, "Brother Zhao said very much, but please rest assured. If Brother Zhao is willing to surrender, he will be willing to take charge."

Zhao Lie smiled and said without comment, "Brother Ma can go back to Xiangshan first and discuss with Brother Ling before talking."

Ma Nanchun nodded, knowing that he was too fucked, and this matter really needed to be discussed with his elder brother. He secretly made up his mind that such a strange man and weapon would not be missed, so he bowed his hands and stopped talking.

"Since that's the case, then do it!" Zhao Lie stretched out a palm, and no one responded for a long time, only seeing a confused face.

Zhao Lie bounced his forehead by himself, grabbed Ding Xiaoyao's hand and pressed it on the back of his palm, and signaled Sister Xiaoyao with his eyes. The latter was astonished as he realized something, and hurriedly put one hand on the back of his brother's hand, and then looked at Shu'er. Shu'er was still hesitating, and Sister Xiaoyao's eldest brother grabbed her and pressed her palm on the back of his palm.

Seeing that Ma Nanchun seemed to be moving, Shi Yang hurriedly threw down the door panel, stepped forward quickly, and pressed it on the back of Shu'er's hand first. Shu'er's face turned red and was about to pull her hands, but the back of her hand sank - Ma Nanchun's big hand had covered it.

There are only five or six people, each with their own ideas. Some want to take revenge, some want to fight back, some follow the crowd, and some have an anomaly that stirs up all this.

What happens when these people are put together?
Chapter completed!