That night, Zuo Lan sent the zhi back to the city gate and handed the person completely to the housekeeper of her family, the gentleman who was anxiously wandering around with the family emblem.

He slept in the car drunk all night. The next day, the soldiers passing by woke him up and checked his identity.

After he got out of the hazy state, he took out the water from the car and drank it all, recalling everything that happened last night.

It was embarrassing to think it through and a bitter smile was embarrassing.

At one moment, his hand was pressed on a piece of paper and picked it up and saw that it was what someone handed him to him last night. Looking at the densely packed small words on it, he still couldn't understand it.

After thinking about it, he felt that he should read more books and recognize words.

At the same time, outside the village south of the valley, further south, there was a naturally formed basin. Inside the basin, hundreds of people were circled.

It looked like the oil in the wok, rotating around the bottom of the pan.

Oil and water splashed everywhere when it encountered heat, and the emotions of these people were also splashing.

It was still early, and the temperature in the basin was not too high, but those who were wandering around the basin did not think so. Sweat soaked the collars and the water droplets fell down.

The Minba people were fully armed, covered in fragments, and hugged rifles on their chests, complaining.

A Minba ran a few steps quickly, and the movements were severely deformed as he ran continuously.

He ran to the front of the team and complained unhurriedly: "Isn't this a lunatic when I come out to run early in the morning?"

Sabi is not good at running, and now he is dry-mouthed. Another Minba runs over from the right back and mutters with a hurried and white face: "No, no, no, boss, tell that bastard, let the brothers rest for a while."

While complaining, a figure completely passed over them, breathing evenly to the front, and the speed still remained unabated, slowly getting a distance from the large army.

The Minbas looked at it and were anxious: "You said, why can he run so much? He left us twice?"

The fastest one is to run by Jean Bai, not only torture other Minbas, but also torture the steps without any disorder in his breath.

Shabi didn't let Bai Pan compare with him. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to catch up with that guy. He comforted the other brothers: "If you persist, there will be two laps to end."

Running and throwing it on, Minba has already started to fall behind, and those who are exhausted are also surpassed by the people behind.

He asked Bai to complete the ing in advance, but he didn't realize it and continued to run with the team. Some people were over three laps by him.

The wailings of the Minba people could be heard everywhere, so tired that they could not breathe, their eyes were blurred, and their feet weighed thousands of pounds.

A Minba carefully pointed to a pergola and said in a depressed mood: "Look, that little mouse is still drinking water. Be careful, don't choke to death."

"It's good that I'm choking. Do you think he's idle? I'll go and sprinkle coins."

"Let's have a break, let's stop talking, aren't you tired?"

"I was wondering? Who is this little rat? Who is it? Why should I order us?"

They cursed and cursed, and the target of the scolding was the short man under the pergola. At this time, they were drinking water with cold water. How happy.

There was a carriage parked outside the pergola, covered with canvas, wrapping the goods inside.

Listening to the scattered footsteps in the valley, you can also see that there are many Minbas looking at him. The short man slowly stood up, grabbed the loudspeaker on the table and shouted: "Those guys over there! What are you talking about? Run! Run! Run! You are not as good as a girl!"

Several of the reprimanded Minba were so angry that they started to curse after they ran away.

Disconsent spread among the Minba, and Wupeng took all the sights. He walked to the carriage, lifted the canvas, and dragged a large box down.

After the box landed, the dust rose. He found a crowbar and pried it a few times. The things contained in the box appeared in front of him.

They were a few rifles wrapped in thatch, brand new and new, and it seemed that they had not been used yet.

"It has been piled up in the warehouse for a long time. It should be used, otherwise it will be the fate of destruction."

Wu Peng grabbed a handful of them, looked back and forth, then sprinkled gunpowder and put the bullets wrapped in the paper.

He carried the rifle majestic and walked slowly towards the running Minbaqun.

Minba, who was running on both sides of Shabi, exclaimed: "Good! This bastard has a gun, what do he want to do."

Wupeng picked up his gun and aimed in one direction. Two Minbas fell behind in that direction, and sat there as if exhausted.

One of them saw Wu Peng's actions and exclaimed: "It's bad, the little mouse wants to hit us."

"Let him fight!" The other completely gave up on resistance, "I don't believe it anymore. He really dares to shoot? Try shooting, I'll kill him."

Before he finished speaking, Wupeng pulled the trigger and a bullet flew towards the two left behind Minbas, almost pressing against the heads of the two people.

The whole audience stopped hearing the gunshots and stared at Wupeng blankly, almost half of the Minba was despising him.

Wupeng turned around and returned to the pergola, grabbed the loudspeaker, and shouted to the guys in the basin: "I don't care what you are doing! Whether you are falling behind! Running! Scolding me! But! Hearing gunshots! Everyone! You must lie down on the spot!"

After saying that, he went to the carriage again, grabbed a handful of paper bullets and gunpowder, and walked to the ing ground with great enthusiasm.

The left-handed loudspeaker and the right-handed rifle were fully posed.

Minba next to Shabi said, "Boss, the little mouse is really playing, what should we do?"

"What can I do? The commander told me, listen, listen." Sabi took the lead and continued running, "There is still a lap, run."

Someone took the lead, and the Minba people followed him in a daze for a few seconds, with some dissatisfaction in their mouths.

Wupeng watched the group of people running, raised his gun with a smile, and waited for more than ten seconds, but the gun was still unthinkable.

The Minbas were furious and anxiously waited for the gunshots. They focused their attention and thought, "You are shooting."

But Wu Peng just didn't shoot, and put down the rifle he was holding, picked up the loudspeaker and yelled: "Bang!"

Several Minbas were very nervous. When they heard the sound of gunfire in their mouths, they quickly lay down on the ground.

After lying down, I looked up and touched it. It seemed that only a few of them had lie down. The rest of the people were still watching jokes, and they couldn't help but feel angry and stood up and continued to run.

Wupeng immediately seized the opportunity and shouted: "What's going on? What's going on? Can't even hear the gunshot? You are so brave! Even the rats are not as good as rats!"

Shabi ran and scolded: "It's a slut, the little mouse didn't even scold him himself when he got cruel."

"Who said no? Is there anyone who plays like this? I still have to work later. Running so tiring, will he do it for us?"

"Stop talking, pay attention to the gunshots."

"That, and you, what's wrong with you three? Do you want to find a woman to carry you away?" Wu Peng vented to the last few, "Look at me, I've finished running a long time ago, I've run two more laps than you, right?"

He asked several Minbas around Bai to watch it, which made Bai feel uncomfortable as if he had betrayed. He quickly made his position: "What are you looking at? I am willing."

Several Minbas did not dare to provoke Rangbai, so they shook their heads helplessly and ran hard.

While running, a gunshot suddenly came. Minba was waiting for this opportunity, and he fell down in an instant.

Of course, there were a few people who were slow to react. They seemed to be standing in front of them, and then they suddenly realized and hurriedly lay down.

Wu Peng was very dissatisfied and scolded the individual who were half a beat slower and said, "What do you mean by slow slow? The women in the village know that they pick up the needle when they lose a needle, and the dogs at the entrance of the village know that someone is shitting and eating it quickly. Let's say that, you can't even rob the shit from the dog."

"Don't hold me, I'm going to kill him. Is there anyone so harmful to others?"

Someone Minba's face turned pale, and he was one of them who had been slowing down.

Before the anger was over, Wu Peng muttered again: "What are you doing on the ground? Run!"
Chapter completed!