Zhangjiawan, in the stage yard.

After the leopard came out of Zhang Laoweng's house, he went straight to here.

At this moment, his face was gloomy and his whole body was filled with a faint ruthless and murderous aura.

Before, he was about to take the most critical step, but he was shocked by Old Man Zhang's shot and was gone. The thing is still like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilting.

This made him have a sense of evil fire but nowhere to vent. He was almost crazy and almost crazy!

I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just a group of eunuchs went up the brothel!

This feeling is extremely weak.

It’s like you’ve been hungry for three days and finally had a hot pot meal, but you found that you didn’t have chopsticks. You were just trying to scrap your beef tripe with one hand and take it to your mouth, but you found that your mouth was sewn!

The leopard glanced at all the villagers present, with sharp and cold eyes. Except for a few men who rescued the farmers, no one dared to look at him.

At this moment, the leopard made up his mind that none of the villagers in Zhangjiawan could go out alive!

"I'm so old!"

"Second Master, here is there!" A bandit nodded and walked to the leopard, pointing to Old Man Zhang who was protected by the villagers.

"Go and drag him over to me!"

Upon hearing this, the bandit nodded quickly and walked towards the crowd.

The villagers had long heard the conversation between the bandits, and at this moment they didn't say a word, surrounded the old man Zhang, who was so angry that he was so angry that he expressed his position with his actions.

The villagers in Zhangjiawan were originally a big family and were intimately united at this moment, so they were extremely united. What's more, Mr. Zhang is the oldest generation in the village and a doctor. He treats villagers many times on weekdays, and is one of the most beloved people in the village.

So in the face of bandits, no one in Zhangjiawan retreated for more than 60 people.

"Hey~ I see that you are old birthday boys hanging, and I think you are long-lasting!"

The bandits held the 38th cover and smashed the villagers who were blocking him with a butt.

Although the villagers were smashed, they did not dare to resist because of the crackling sounds around them. The bandits pushed the bullets into the chamber. As long as the villagers dared to make any abnormal movements, they would shoot without hesitation.

Only a few villagers from the Farmers' Rescue Association glared at the bandits.

"Yohe, there are really no ones who are not afraid of death!"

The leopard sneered, then took out the turtle box and held it in his hand, pointed at Zhang Dayou's head among the crowd, and continued:

"Today I'll see if your head is hard or your bullet is hard!"

As he said that, a bloodthirsty look flashed in the Bobcat's eyes and was about to shoot.

"Second Master! Second Master!"

After the Doghead Military Advisor came out of Zhang Laoweng's house, he followed the leopard's pace and also came to the stage yard. When he saw the leopard, he was about to shoot and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Second Master, I always feel that it's not peaceful tonight, so it's better not to shoot!"

"After all, we have lost so many brothers during the day, so it's better to be careful!"

The Dog-headed Military Advisor was obviously scared by Li Yunlong during the day, and he was still scared now. He always felt restless, fearing that too much gunfire would attract the Eighth Route Army or the Martial Arts Team.

The leopard stopped the movement in his hand, looked at the dog-headed military advisor, and said angrily:

"I'm so popular today. These troublemakers must die!"

The dog-headed military advisor turned his eyes and muttered a few words in the ear of the leopard. After hearing this, the leopard nodded with satisfaction.

"Come here, drive all these unruly people to the stage!"

The Bobcao began to order his men to arrange the situation, and after rushing the villagers to the stage, he ordered people to bring firewood and gather around the stage yard.

Obviously, the Dog-headed Military Advisor gave the Bobcat the idea to burn the villagers to death!

In this way, the villagers in Zhangjiawan can be dealt with without any sound without any guns and bullets. There is no need to worry that the gunshots will attract farmers' rescue meetings in nearby villages.

The old stage courtyard was a symbol of a village and the most core part of a village.

On weekdays, whenever there are weddings and weddings in the village, the host family will invite a group of performers to hold them here.

Therefore, the stage is magnificent, far more quaint and grand than ordinary houses. Except for the tiles on the roof, they are all made of wooden structures, especially on the roof, carved beams and columns, and colorful paints painted a series of Bodhisattvas and gods, which are awe-inspiring.

But because of this, once it is ignited, it will cause a raging fire and no one can escape.

Therefore, when the villagers learned about the bandits' intentions, they were all in a state of silence, and even many women and girls were sobbing and choking.

"Brother Dayou, you have to think of a solution. There are only a few strong laborers in the village. We can't let the bandits harm all the villagers!" A man from the farmer rescue association spoke to Zhang Dayou.

Another villager with a dead face said frustratedly: "What can I do? There are so many bandits and so many guns. What should I do? We will die!"

Zhang Dayou's heart also sank to the bottom of the valley. Zhangjiawan had more than 60 holes, but there were only more than ten young and strong laborers. Looking at the bandits, there were more than 20 people, and there were only one 38-large hood and two light machine guns per person.

What will they use to resist with such a lineup?

However, Zhang Dayou is the president of the Farmer Rescue Association and the backbone of the villagers. He cannot be cowardly at this moment.

He gritted his teeth and said sternly: "People die and ask for heaven, die early and reincarnate early. It doesn't matter if we die, but we just pity our younger generations..."

As he said that, Zhang Dayou glanced at the children in the scene. The older one was only seven or eight years old, and the younger one was still in his infancy, with more than ten people.

This is when the bandits came, and they hid a lot of children in panic, otherwise there would be more.

Even so, the villagers' expressions became even more sad.

If you cannot better protect your younger generations, you will be about to watch them be burned to death with you. This is the greatest sorrow.

Standing on the stage, Zhang Dayou's thoughts flew around.

"When the bandits lit the firewood, we run behind the stage. Not only are there few bandits there, but we can also avoid bandits' machine guns!"

Zhang Dayou took a deep breath and continued firmly: "Wait for a while, I will be the first to rush into the head. Even if I fight to the death, I will send out a few children!"

"Okay, I'm the one!" A man clenched his fists and said angrily.

"I'm the one!"

“…”

Facing the bandits with sufficient firepower, everyone knew that hope was slim, but Zhang Dayou's words gave them a trace of hope. Even if they died, they would die, and they would feel at ease!

Even some elderly people in their seventies and eighties protected the children behind them, preparing to resist the bandits' bullets for them at the most critical moment.
Chapter completed!