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Mr. Lu nodded with satisfaction, turned around and looked around, and found that Wu Ming had stood sideways aside. He knew that Wu Ming would not go with him. He felt a little disappointed, but soon threw all the distracting thoughts behind him. He pulled out the box cannon from the third master's waist, came to Wu Ming, turned the gun handle, and slowly handed over:

"Brother, this is your gun. I'm sorry to you, but you saved the lives of my brother and the whole village. I'm so happy... I won't say anything. When my brother comes back, I will apologize for his guilt. I will also thank you for the dead brothers and the whole village."

Wu Ming took the gun and handed it to Lu Kuiyuan beside him: "This gun is good, authentic, made in Germany, with high precision, you can use it. In addition, don't carry so many spears, one is enough. If there are too many guns, you won't have time to load bullets, it will be a hindrance."

Lu Kuiyuan hesitated for a moment, took the gun and said, "Brother Wu, I remember all your kindness and virtue in my heart!"

Wu Ming was regretting it and shook his head and stopped saying a word. The head of Lu Da patted Wu Ming on the shoulder, raised his head like a rice dumpling, shouted loudly, and soon led more than thirty brothers who were eager to take revenge to the west, leaving only Wu Ming and the master.

"What should I do with these things? Wait until they come back?"

Wu Ming pointed to the various spears left on the ground, and small cloth bags filled with oceans and bullets. He couldn't figure out why the bandits were used to carrying all their money with them.

The master took his gaze from the west, glanced at the things on the ground, bent down and put more than a dozen small cloth bags together, slowly put them into two slightly larger bags, put them on his shoulders, and stood up with great difficulty: "These guns are all treasures, please carry them on your back, and hurry back as soon as possible, otherwise the old and young people in the family will cry again."

Wu Ming had no choice but to find a few belts from the pile of corpses, tied together nineteen rifles of different styles, carried them onto his shoulders with a muffled groan, and walked back helplessly in the master's smile.

A torch was lit at the entrance of the cave. The big-bellied woman from the head of the Lu family led a group of women to look at her. She felt something was wrong when she saw only Wu Ming and the master came back. She opened her mouth one by one and looked at the panting master with tears in her eyes.

Wu Ming put down a bundle of guns on his shoulders, sat down so tired that he kept gasping. When he saw a group of women surrounding the master with concern, he had to stand up and walk into the cave quietly. From a distance, he saw two foreign monks treating the wounded and sick under the bright torches.

Wu Ming went up to help without thinking too much. He was busy until midnight before he had time to sit down and take a breath. He looked up and saw the wife of Lu Da’s family bringing a large bowl of water. He didn’t bother to take it politely and drink it in one breath. He was so thirsty.

Several women respectfully delivered water to the foreign monk. Wu Ming wiped away the blood from his hands, took a moment of rest, and asked the master who came to sit down next to him, "What did the foreigner say to you just now?"

"He said that these six seriously injured brothers cannot die for the time being, but what anti-inflammatory drugs should be used? Where did we get the anti-inflammatory drugs? I have never seen them before. There are some herbs in the house below, which are not enough to ask people to go up the mountain to pick them tomorrow. The old man who fell ill knows some medical skills and try to cure them as much as possible. There are enough brothers who die, and I don't know how many more will be carried back tomorrow morning." After the master said that, he sighed frequently.

Wu Ming was helpless. Seeing that the two old men and the big-bellied woman were not asleep, they were still looking at him expectantly, he walked over and whispered to comfort him, telling them that they would be able to go home soon, and that he would try his best to get back the stolen money and antiques for their family so that they could return to Changshan to save people.

The two old men thanked Wu Ming gratefully. The big-bellied woman whispered that she knew some help, but she was not in good health. She vomited when she smelled the smell of blood. She went to help for a while but couldn't resist it and had to come back.

Wu Ming nodded and asked them to rest as soon as possible, and returned to the two tired foreign monks again. The three of them sighed and looked at the seven wounded men who were lying side by side on the quilt and moaning helplessly, without any help.

The next morning, Wu Ming, who had been sleeping for more than three hours, woke up early. When he walked to the entrance of the cave, he found that the women and the master of the village were sitting there looking west. His eyes were swollen and anxious, and he probably didn't close his eyes all night.

Wu Ming didn't say anything, went down the mountain to the spring to wash his face and rinse his mouth, and went back to the cave to nod and nodded to the master and a group of women, saying hello.

The sun finally rose, and someone shouted, all the women at the entrance of the cave jumped up and looked to the west, and then rushed down the mountain one after another.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl walked behind with her excited master. Only Lu Dada's big belly woman stayed. Wu Ming then realized that this woman was pretty handsome. It seemed that her son Lu Kuiyuan had inherited her excellent genes.

The long line finally walked to the open space at the foot of the mountain, with more than twenty ponies carrying weights, more than twenty crying girls and more than a dozen young women tied to the horses. There were many men who came back, and their tough faces were full of heroism.

The head of the Lu Dajia and his son were the first to reach the entrance of the cave. The head of the head of the body and neck were covered with blood. He was unable to say a few words to Wu Ming, so his wife pulled him into the dressings.

Lu Kuiyuan told Wu Ming excitedly that when they rushed into the Dageling Mountain Village, they did not encounter any resistance. All the bandits were gathering together to quarrel. Rows of bullets hit and flirted with half of the people. The rest shouted and begged for mercy. How could the brothers who were red-eyed and were willing to spare? They rushed up and killed all the men in a few moments. Later, they killed fifty-four, and then plundered all the property, weapons and ammunition in the village, and obtained a large number of gold, silver and antique calligraphy and paintings. Six horses were not finished. Before leaving, they burned the entire village, causing half of the mountain to ignite a huge fire. After walking ten miles, they saw red.

Wu Ming asked in pain: "How come the children brought back are all women? Didn't the boys have them? Or were they all killed?"

"Uncle San said he could not leave any disaster." Lu Kuiyuan's pride disappeared instantly, and he felt guilty and dared not look at Wu Ming's face again.

Wu Ming sighed, his heart full of heavy sadness and guilt. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Kuiyuan, what are you going to deal with the six of us?"

"No, no! Brother Wu must not say that. You are our great benefactor. How dare we disrespect you? It's too late to repay you... You killed fourteen people by yourself, and you killed the four leaders of Dageling, otherwise they would never retreat... If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know if I could still live, and I wouldn't expect to kill all the enemies of Dageling... Don't say anything else. If you are angry, you can beat me up." Lu Kuiyuan explained hurriedly, and tears were almost falling.

"Oh! I never expected that people in the mountains would live so hard."

Wu Ming shook his heavy head, walked straight down the mountain to the stream, bent down, and put his entire head into the water...
Chapter completed!