"You want to capture Huang Binghu, you are crazy!"
Zhao Wu was not excited at all after hearing the great achievement, but was trembling with fear.
Although Wang Hanshan and his son were capable of fighting, the fierce bandits of the Three Tigers Village had all killed people. Even if they were caught by surprise with long bows, they would only kill a few at most.
The four archers were stunned.
However, they didn't dare to go out, for fear of running into Huang Binghu!
Wang Yuan just raised his glass: "It's time to drink the tea, otherwise it will get cold!"
"Drink, drink tea!"
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"Master Wang, run quickly, the Yellow Sick Tiger in Sanhu Village is coming..."
When they rushed into Dawangzhuang, the soldiers with guns were dumbfounded as the road was completely blocked.
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But he continued to run and shout, only to find that the village was completely silent.
No matter how much he shouted, no one showed up. It seemed like everyone had left.
The soldier with the gun continues to run in!
Suddenly a young man with an unruly face appeared: "Why are you shouting and running around? Do you think we don't know that Huang Binghu and his gang are coming?"
"ah!"
The soldier with the gun was surprised: "Who are you and how do you know?"
The unruly young man raised his head and said, "Polu, the king of Dawang Village!"
"It turns out to be Brother Polu. I've heard your heroic deeds many times about your heroic deeds in overthrowing the fishing tyrants in the county fish market and causing trouble in Sanjiang!"
The soldier holding the gun clasped his fists and said, "I'm in Hanzhuang, Han Wuya, and I've seen Brother Polu!"
"Brother Polu!"
Being called this for the first time, Erhu felt a little dazed. He looked at Han Wuya and nodded: "You are a pretty tolerable person, but I have to let you sleep for a while first!"
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Han Wuya didn't understand why he was asked to sleep for a while, but he received a knife on his neck and fainted.
"You have a good heart. I will take you to see Brother Yuan after we finish dealing with Huang Binghu's gang!"
Erhu dragged Han Wuya to an empty house and stuffed him under the bed.
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"These mud-legged people are out of their minds for blocking us from entering the village like this!"
When the horse came to attack Dawang Village, Huang Binghu sneered when he saw the road leading into the village.
The road into the village is piled with tree trunks, big branches, firewood, rubble, water jars, and buckets.
A person can still stand, but a horse cannot gallop!
However, although the road is blocked, you can go around it; is there any point in blocking the road like this?
Huang Binghu waved his hand disdainfully, and the two fierce bandits jumped out on horseback and walked around the path!
That night he decided to continue with the deal, so he asked Xia Shanhu's ten men about the layout of Dawang Village and the location of Wang Yuan's home.
Two gangsters were in front, Huang Binghu was behind, and a group of gangsters followed behind.
Click!
Click!
Walking, walking, the two horses in front stepped into the deep pit with their front hooves.
"Er Er..."
Two of the horse's legs were broken on the spot, and the horse fell to the ground and neighed in pain.
The two gangsters reacted quickly and turned over and fell to the ground. Nothing happened.
However, the two horse's legs were cut off and he could no longer move forward!
"Trapped in a horse trap, stop!"
Huang Binghu's eyes darkened and he pulled on the reins, his face gloomy as if it was about to rain.
The other gangsters also changed their faces.
I have entered the village many times to rob, but I have never encountered such a situation. Someone dared to dig a horse pit to stop them!
"Dismount, leave two men to tie up the horses, and the rest come with me!"
Huang Binghu turned over and dismounted, holding a big knife and saying coldly: "After killing the man named Wang, kill all the men in the village, and you can enjoy the women as you wish."
"Thank you, Second Master!"
A group of gangsters shouted excitedly, their wild eyes shining brightly!
Killing, setting fire, committing violence and looting, this is the greatest joy of gangsters.
In the past, the three leaders would not allow them to do this for fear of angering the government.