Jianping felt that something must be wrong with his ears. He felt it was unbelievable. He reached out to touch his bare forehead and asked in confusion: "It's that simple?"

Tianhao glanced at him: "It's that simple!"

...

With their released guards and carrying heavy and thick pockets, Yifeng and Jianping's hearts became alive, and they felt that they had completely broken away from the bound space and returned to freedom.

In the next time, they will send people to get the remaining food. That is a big number and you need to pull a large wooden cart to carry it.

Jianping's rough face was blown red by the cold wind. He turned his head and looked at Panshi Village in the distance. His eyes were filled with instinctive greed: "These guys... they are so rich now. They give so much food at will, without any discount. Lao Feng, why don't we plan carefully and make an appointment with the leaders of several villages to discuss whether they can take Panshi Village?"

Yifeng seemed to have not heard these words. He looked serious and walked forward in the wind, saying to himself: "Xiongkui will have to peel off even if he doesn't die this time. I guess Huanche Village will not be able to keep it. This year, or next year, this guy will definitely be swallowed by Ahao so that he doesn't even have any bones left."

Jianping stood there for a few seconds, then reacted and quickly accelerated his pace to chase after him, with doubts in his eyes: "...he...he really knows how to kill Xiongkui? The king has an order, and private fights are strictly prohibited between the same clans. I just wanted to invite a few more villages to go to Panshi Village to grab grain, but I never thought of taking A Hao's life."

Yifeng stopped, turned around, and looked at the blurry village in the distance with complicated eyes: "Ahao will not kill Xiongkui. He is a smart person and will not take the initiative to give people a handle. But we all know the situation in the Huanche Village. Xiongkui is ambitious. This time he wants to eat a bite and bring all the people under his command who can beat him. Now...hehe, there is not a single one left."

Jianping suddenly felt a terrible feeling that he was shrouded in darkness.

He carefully asked his subordinates who were released and knew everything that happened last night without any details.

He used the familiar women in the car village to deceive, lied that he could give them a warm room and enough food, easily tricked the fully armed army into a trap, shot the leader on the spot, and surrendered everyone.

If it was a head-on confrontation one-on-one, Jianping had never been afraid of anyone.

It is precisely because of this that he felt that the young leader of Panshi Village was simply a devil. He had insight into people's hearts and knew how to use the right time and place without any effort or casualties, and easily captured hundreds of prisoners.

They are the elites of the Chezhai Village, the kind who can go to battle.

But now...

Even the leader of the village, Xiongkui, fell into Tianhao's hands.

Yifeng is right: The car village is really over.

"Xiongkui lion spoke up. He thought that with us helping each other, he could get a large amount of food from Ahao." Yifeng's weather-beaten face showed a sarcasm and ridicule: "Now, this is called stealing chickens but not losing the rice."

Jianping hurriedly asked, "Lao Feng, then we..."

Yifeng raised his hand and interrupted the words behind him. At this time, snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on his eyelashes, and his eyes were confused.

He sighed: "Be friends with Ahao! He is a rule-abiding person. As long as he doesn't provoke him, he won't cause trouble for you."

After pausing, Yifeng added a footnote to the sentence: "At least that's the case now."

...

If you want to digest more than 300 people in a short period of time, it is a big challenge for Panshi Village.

They are not women and children, nor are they weak elderly people who kneel on the ground and kowtow to you for a bite of food, but strong and tough adult men.

A Ping, who was dull, was escorted and followed A Ju and walked into a spacious wooden house.

Sitting inside was a plump woman, flames were beating in the fire pit, and a pot was placed on it. The boiling water surface was "gurgling" and bubbles kept coming out, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of familiar broth.

Aju turned around and smiled at Aping: "You can have dinner here these days! Let me introduce it, this is Sister Amei."

The humiliation of being captured collided in Aping's heart. He glared at Aju indignantly, and did not speak. He sat on the floor with anger, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Aju and the escort left the wooden house, and only Aping and Amei were left in the room.

She scooped up a bowl of hot soup from the pot and handed it over. Her gentle voice sounded comfortable: "Are you hungry? Drink a bowl of soup first to warm up your body."

Aping had the stubbornness and arrogance of a young man. He glanced at the woman who was obviously older than him, and forced himself to look away from the soup bowl and her beautiful face.

"You can't escape. There are people outside. You will be caught as long as you go out." A Mei smiled and made a soft voice: "Even if you want to catch me, you can't take me as a hostage. A Hao's heart is very hard. If you do this, you will die miserably."

She enriched her verbal threat with detailed description: "Several hundreds of knives on you in a row, starting from your forehead, then your shoulders and arms, and then two legs down. The high priest gave a ointment that could stop bleeding on the wound. When the knife was first used, they would avoid your internal organs. The whole process would last for at least three days, and you would keep screaming until you lost your strength. At the last moment, they would cut off your head."

Aping was chilling when he heard this, and couldn't help but tremble: "...have you seen it?"

A Mei did not answer directly. She took out a pre-made wheat cake from the basin with elegant movements, sprinkled a little cold water on the surface, pinched it with her slender fingers, and slowly baked it near the fire pit: "My husband was the leader of this house before, and A Hao killed him in front of me."

There is no more real horror story than this. Aping swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and when he was young, he felt as if he was in an ogre cave: "Do you want to take revenge?"

Amei stopped the movements in her hand, turned around, and looked at him with a strange look: "Revenge? Why?"

Aping couldn't understand this: "You didn't say just now that your husband was..."

"That man is not good to me." A Mei replied very simply: "Besides, he is not my first man. I was robbed back by him. He killed my husband and forced me to become his wife."

Different thinking was entangled in my mind, and Aping felt it was really difficult to find the answer. He stared at A Mei with a vigilant look: "What do you want to tell me?"
Chapter completed!