"What, you said all the anti-aircraft gunners were wiped out?"
In the hall, all the heads of Qingyan Mountain gathered together were shocked. Even the top head, Mr. Liang Sanye, opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise.
Although the anti-aircraft gunner is not a very good person, he has an unambiguous character behind him, and the more than thirty brothers under him are also good players. There shouldn't be any problems in dealing with a small Xu Mazi.
Mr. Liang suppressed the anger in his heart and asked the minions who came below to report the news, "How did the anti-aircraft gunners die?"
The little guy was hesitating, because he couldn't say some words, so he hesitated and didn't say anything for a long time.
The heads of the hall were all anxious. They slammed the table and shouted, "You kid, please tell me, what's going on?"
The young man had no choice but to say, "He was stoned to death."
"Did this kid not wake up? He was talking nonsense in broad daylight." Someone snorted, "The anti-aircraft gunner and more than 30 people were stoned to death. This is a joke."
Everyone else laughed, thinking this was a bit outrageous.
But Mr. Liang didn't laugh. He said calmly, "Tell me the details."
The minion told what happened, and everyone in the hall stopped laughing, but lowered their heads in thought.
Mr. Liang also lowered his head and thought. No one knew what he was thinking. It took him a long time before he raised his head and waved to the minion, "Go down."
The gangsters turned around and ran away as if they were being pardoned.
Mr. Liang stood up from his chair and walked around the room with his hands behind his back, thinking about what happened. The other heads of the house also looked at him.
The more he thought about this matter, the more Mr. Liang felt that it was not that simple.
He was too familiar with Qingtang Village. Xu Mazi was as timid as a mouse, and his subordinates were also a bunch of wimps. Who dared to sneak attack on the anti-aircraft gunners?
Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Mr. Liang does not believe it anyway.
Moreover, why did Qingtang Village pile up so many stones on the mountain road? Is it just to kill the anti-aircraft gunners and others? The probability of this happening is probably not much greater than the probability of encountering a blind bear in winter.
If the stones were not specially prepared to kill the anti-aircraft gunners, then what were the stones used for?
Doubts came to Mr. Liang's mind one by one. He felt that Qingtang Village might be different from before, so he didn't speak for a long time.
Seeing him bowing his head in thought, the gunners under his command couldn't sit still. They all said that they were willing to lead people to attack Qingtang Village, capture Xu Mazi's heart, and serve him as a drink for Mr. Liang.
Mr. Liang finally spoke. He stretched out his palm and pressed it down. Everyone fell silent. They all raised their heads and looked at their boss.
After coughing, Mr. Liang opened his mouth and said slowly, "Brothers, the anti-aircraft gunners cannot die in vain, Qingtang Village must be attacked."
People could tell from his tone that the boss still had something to say, so no one interrupted and everyone listened quietly. Sure enough, Mr. Liang continued to speak.
"But the death of the anti-aircraft gunner is strange. Think about it, is there any twist in it?" Mr. Liang reached out to the man next to him, and the guy hurriedly brought up the brewed tea and put it in his hands.
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After taking a sip of tea, Mr. Liang raised his head, looked ahead, and said slowly, "Do you still remember what the little boys said when they came back to report that the person who killed Little Five was a one-eyed man, but as far as I know, the one in Qingtang Village
There is no such person at all. Could it be that this person is a new recruit from Qingtang Village?"
Question after question was asked, and all the gunners under his command were speechless. They really hadn't considered these questions, and after all, it was useless to think about them with their pig brains.
"So, I want to send someone to Qingtang Village first, meet Xu Mazi, and talk about their background, and then make countermeasures." Mr. Liang said this and looked around at the gunners sitting below, "You guys
Who wants to make a trip?"
People stopped talking. Although they didn’t want to go, they just made a sneak attack. Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable for them to go now?
When Mr. Liang saw that no one answered, he pointed angrily and said, "Paoist He, please work hard."
Seeing that he was selected, He Paoshu's face turned as pale as a bitter gourd. He originally wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but when he saw Mr. Liang's sharp eyes like a knife, he was so frightened that he swallowed his words back and became dejected.
accepted.
The meeting ended and everyone went back. He PaoShou also walked back to his residence in despair and began to prepare for departure.
After returning to his residence, Mr. Liang pondered for a long time, called one of his confidants in, and then handed him a written letter and ordered, "Go to the entrance and hand over this letter."
To Commander Liu of the Imperial Association Army."
The confidant went down, found a horse, and went down the mountain overnight to the entrance.
After his confidant left, Mr. Liang walked around the room twice more before sitting on a chair, looking at the oil lamp on the table, and lost his consciousness for a long time.
Gradually, his eyes became more and more fierce, and in the end, his whole person was enveloped in murderous aura, as if he was a hellish Shura, and the expression on his face looked very ferocious.
I walked to the bed and opened the box. Inside was a hardwood box. It could be seen that it had been worn for a long time and had lost its luster.
Carefully taking out the box, Mr. Liang placed it on the table, then opened it, revealing the contents.
Inside were two half-new box cannons, and a jade lock, which could be seen to be worn by a child. The words on it indicated that it was worn by a boy.
After taking out the jade lock and examining it for a long time, Mr. Liang finally put the jade lock back, then pulled out two box cannons and began to wipe them.
These two guns have been with him for thirty years. He originally planned not to need them anymore, so he put them away and only occasionally took them out to clean and maintain them. He never thought that one day he would need to use them again.
Under the oil lamp, Mr. Liang wiped the two guns very slowly and carefully. Every part of the two guns was polished by him and placed aside.
After cleaning, he assembled the two guns, and then Liang Sanye moved the big and small machine heads with his fingers.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed straight forward, and when I pulled the trigger with my finger, the firing pin made a sound of empty collision, which sounded like it was well maintained.
Pulling back the gun, Mr. Liang's face flashed with a cold look, "One-eyed man, I'm not done with you."