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11. Military heart is available, people's heart is available

On the threshing ground, more than ten corpses fell on the ground in a row, and the smell of blood was very strong.

After the battle, the security team members of the 3rd class were alive, gasping for breath, and dead, lying on the ground, motionless and completely silent.

In this hand-to-hand battle, there were only three villains NPCs who died under the players, and all the rest were killed by Lin Xiaoguang. The security team members themselves died, reaching 5, of which 3 were shot by Hu Dahai's men and two were killed by machetes.

This result is tragic.

Lin Xiaoguang looked at the team members with different reactions and sighed.

There is no government in this world. The mayors in the town just send people to collect some money when the villagers go to the city to sell vegetables and grain. The remaining ones do not have to pay agricultural taxes, do not have to pay calculation taxes and vocational taxes, and there is no tobacco tax. The manure tax is quite free.

Therefore, in fact, the lives of villagers are much better.

Of course, there is no need to worry about food. Every household has enough food and there is a surplus every year. However, other things like cloth, salt, iron, etc. need to go to the market in the town and use the money from selling excess staple food to exchange for purchases.

The village has abundant food and a prosperous population, and the villain NPC is not responsible for production. These people all need food and clothing. How can they come? They can only grab it.

This is why Hu Dahai first came to the door.

To a certain extent, the villagers have abundant food, so they are all tall and strong, and they are much stronger than the villain NPCs who need to grab food every day outside the village. In terms of physical fitness, Hu Dahai's group of people are completely incomparable to the security team members, but even such a physical gap still causes 5:3 damage.

It can only be said that the security team members have good physical fitness, but their killing skills are not as good as those of Hu Dahai and other desperate people.

Therefore, when Lin Xiaoguang discovered this, he made up his mind and needed to train well next.

At this time, the 1st and 2nd squads of the other two routes heard the action order and rushed over. They saw the scene in front of them, and touched and cleaned the battlefield.

Soon, the bodies of 27 villain NPCs were placed neatly on the threshing ground.

Five white cloths were found for the bodies of the five security team members, covered them one by one, and placed them in front of the Land Temple. At the same time, the remaining 43 people stood in a neat queue, silently staring at the bodies of their comrades on the ground, 20 various rifles, 2 barge shell guns, and 1 M1911, placed on the millstone.

Lin Xiaoguang's Hanyang-made and the wrench gun were also included.

After the battle, the villagers who heard the noise rushed over from the outside of the village, gathered together at the threshing ground, stood in front of the land temple, and watched the children of the security team and Lin Xiaoguang.

Niu Fugui walked into the middle, looked at the 27 corpses, and suddenly laughed.

With a smile, he walked up to Lin Xiaoguang, looked at the villagers, and suddenly shouted: "Friends, after the commander's wise command and heroic battle, our village security team successfully wiped out Hu Dahai's gang in one fell swoop, fled and killed them all. Although he lost 5 young men, this was still a glorious victory. Let us thank you sir!"

I have to say that Niu Fugui is very prestigious, and this victory is unprecedented. The villagers are very grateful and excited, so they kneel down one after another.

"Thank you sir!"

So many people kneel down, and there are old people, which is about to lose their lives. Lin Xiaoguang hurriedly avoided and stepped forward to support the old man: "No, no use..."

Niu Fugui's decades old father burst into tears and was inexplicably excited: "Sir, a great man, savior. If it weren't for you, our Niujia Village would have repeated the same mistakes today. Hundreds of lives will be better than building a seven-level pagoda, let alone the crowds in a village. Thank you for your ability to bear it!"

As soon as he opened his words, the villagers all bowed down again.

He repeatedly dissuaded, but no one could persuade so many people. He was about to kneel down, so he had to threaten: "Old village chief, fellow villagers, don't worry about thanking me, there is no need to kneel down. If I kneel again, I will not be the commander of the security team. I will leave now and leave Niujia Village."

When Niu Fugui heard that he was leaving, he was anxious. Niu Fugui's father was anxious, and he sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't wait, but sir, don't abandon us and leave."

Of course, Lin Xiaoguang would not leave. The security team has less than one platoon of troops and twenty guns. It is not easy.

"I have regarded Niujia Village as my home. If you don't worship me, I will naturally not leave."

Hearing this sentence, Niu Fugui, the old village chief, and the villagers all breathed a sigh of relief: "Just not leave!"

After thanking, the villagers were all happy. Although they lost five people, they were not disappointed. Lin Xiaoguang was a little curious. After asking, he received Niu Fugui's answer.

"Before you come, the people outside killed us, like killing chickens and dogs. Human life is as lowly as an ant. Not to mention that only 5 people died this time, even if 50 people died, as long as they can kill all of these people, everyone will still be very happy."

After hearing this, he was silent.

Although five people died in the security team, there were still several injured, but they were all slightly injured. At this moment, the cowboy in the village and his daughter Niu Xiaolian were bandaging the wound. The family of the male family died, and they were surrounded by the body. The women were crying, the children pursed their lips tightly, and their small eyes were full of hatred.

Lin Xiaoguang walked over, sighed, and apologized one by one: "I'm sorry, I was incompetent and let him die."

Niu Dazhu's wife, Ma Cuihua, who married from Majia Village next door, shook her head and said firmly: "Sir, you are wrong. The security team is used to protect the country and the people. It is destined to fight with these people. Being able to die on the battlefield is his greatest honor. If it were the case, it would be cowardly to be slaughtered like that."

"Yes." Niu Dazhu's son, ten-year-old Niu Gousheng, looked at him and said, "Sir, I want to join the security team to avenge my father!"

"You are too young. Let's talk about it when you are sixteen years old..."

"Sir, I can't wait for six years. I must avenge my father." Niu Gou Zuo looked stubborn.

Lin Xiaoguang originally planned to convince him, but suddenly he thought of something and nodded: "This way, you gather children over ten years old and under sixteen years old who want to join the security team, regardless of men or women, and I will set up another organization under the security team, Children's League, and you will join the children's League."

No matter how bad he is, as long as he can take revenge, Niu Gou Sheng nodded repeatedly: "Thank you sir, I'll call someone now."

Then he ran away.

As soon as he left, Lin Xiaoguang looked at the silent and persevering security team phalanx, and then looked at the sad, sad, but silent and persevering widow of the martyr, as well as the fellow villagers who were full of confidence and excitement, sighed that the morale of the army was available and the hearts of the people were available.

The next morning, a funeral ceremony for the martyrs was held in the wasteland halfway up the mountain behind the village.

Five security team members holding rifles walked out of the queue, stood in a row, fired their guns and bid farewell to the heroic soul.

Lin Xiaoguang and the remaining 38 security team members stood in front of the tombstones. The whole village’s fellow villagers stood behind them, quietly watching the martyrs being buried and their souls returned to the earth.

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