Before dawn, the residents of Niutou Town were awakened by the noisy sound of horse hooves coming from outside the town, heading towards the town like a storm.
Everyone is terrified. For them, whether bandits come down the mountain or officers and soldiers arrive, it is a disaster. Sometimes the latter is even more terrifying than the former.
They climbed up from the bed tremblingly, put on their clothes and went to the window. They opened a crack and looked outside. As a result, they found a fire dragon snaking from a distance, seemingly in the direction of Niutou Town.
The fire dragon was getting closer and closer, and people could finally see clearly that it was not a real fire dragon, but a group of cavalry, holding torches in their hands, galloping towards them.
The horse's hooves hit, the soil splashed, and the galloping horse sprayed white foam from its mouth. It was swept into the town like a gust of wind, running forward along the street, whizzing by in the blink of an eye.
As the vanguard of the team passed by and the team began to enter the town, the streets suddenly became crowded, and there were cavalry everywhere with loaded guns and sabers.
"The cavalry of the Woniu City Security Army." Under the light of the torch, someone with sharp eyes clearly saw the armbands on their arms, and suddenly took a breath of air, "They are the people of the Living King of Hell."
Deng Daguang, the commander of the Woniu City Security Army, has a nickname: The Living King of Hell. This kid is cruel and merciless. If you offend him, it will be like offending the Lord of Hell. You don't know how he died, so people are afraid of him like a snake or a scorpion.
Everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak out.
He hurriedly closed the window, no one dared to peek out anymore. Once these overlords were offended, it was common for them to set the house on fire.
Sure enough, with a burst of curses, a fire broke out on the roof of a house not far away. Several torches were thrown out by them and landed on the window that had not been closed tightly before it was broken.
Entered and ignited the furniture and clothing in the house.
The flames were raging, and from inside the house came the cries of women and children, as well as adults calling for help. The swaying figures were particularly dazzling against the firelight.
An officer with the rank of squad leader on his shoulders reined in his horse, looked around while sitting on the horse, and shouted sternly, "If anyone dares to put out the fire, I will set his house on fire as well."
The neighbors who were about to open the door to put out the fire were suddenly stunned. They put down their brooms and buckets one by one and carefully retracted into the house.
After glancing at the house that was already on fire and getting bigger and bigger, the boy caught up with the team on horseback and headed towards the patrol group at the end of the town.
The fire burned all morning until the cavalry passed by. People ran out of their homes and helped put out the fire, but it was too late. Everything in the house was burned to the ground. Fortunately, everyone was evacuated.
came out with no casualties.
Standing in front of the pile of rubble, looking at the thick smoke that was still slowly rising, and listening to the heart-wrenching cry of the family, the people who came to put out the fire were speechless, and they all clenched the tools in their hands.
It's not that they are cowardly, it's that they can't afford the price of being brave. The price is so heavy that it makes them shudder even just thinking about it.
Sometimes, justice and bravery are suppressed little by little until they are completely buried deep in the heart and frozen forever.
"Fourth brother, please forgive me. Whoever was involved in such a thing can't help it. Fortunately, nothing happened to him." People who had a good relationship with the family who had the accident tried to persuade him one after another, and finally persuaded him to stop crying.
Later, he was picked up by relatives, and the people who came to put out the fire gradually dispersed. The fire scene returned to calm, and only the thick smoke column rose into the sky and spread in the air.
These cavalrymen only came to stand in front, and Deng Daguang arrived late at noon. He was wearing a woolen coat, white gloves, shiny riding boots, and a sinister light flashed in his triangular eyes. He was shouting in front of Ma Bian.
He rode into the patrol group's camp gate amid the crowd.
At the entrance of the camp, several battalion commanders stood there early, waiting for Deng Daguang's arrival. Naturally, they knew how powerful this living king of hell was, and no one dared to neglect him.
After urging his horse to slowly enter the camp gate, Deng Daguang raised his head and looked at the battalion commanders standing in front of him. He turned to ask an entourage beside him, "Who are they?"
The entourage turned out to be mainly responsible for the contact between Deng Daguang and Deng Bingcheng. He often traveled between Woniu City and Niutou Town, so he was very familiar with these battalion commanders. When Deng Daguang asked himself this, he hurriedly introduced, "Commander, this
This is Liu Sixi, the commander of the first battalion, Pang Tong, the commander of the second battalion, Yan Bula, the commander of the third battalion, and Ge Lisu, the commander of the regiment's security company."
While listening to the accompanying introduction, Deng Daguang looked at the battalion commanders one by one, and finally his eyes fell on the guard company commander Grisu.
Sitting astride the horse, Deng Daguang whipped his horse whip, pointed at the guard company commander Grisu, and shouted, "Get him for me."
Grisu couldn't help being stunned. At this time, soldiers from both sides swarmed him, held him down, and tied him up with ropes. He struggled desperately while shouting loudly, "Commander Deng, I was wronged."
The first battalion commander had a good relationship with Grisu. He hurriedly took a step forward, cupped his hand towards Deng Daguang, and begged, "Commander, Grisu has been working very hard, have you made the wrong arrest?"
"Caught the wrong one?" Deng Daguang's face looked ferocious, his beard was trembling, and his horse whip was raised and pointed at the nose of the first battalion commander, "This bastard is responsible for protecting the second son. How did he protect him? Just because of this, he can
Damn it, get out of here, or I'll kill you too."
"Captain Grisu cannot be blamed for this matter. The main reason is that the enemy was too powerful. A strange object fell from the sky and caught us by surprise." Although the first battalion commander was trembling in his heart, he still continued with courage, hoping that
It can save Grisu's life.
Deng Daguang was already a little impatient. He shouted at his men behind him, "What are you still doing? Drag him aside for me. Grisu failed to protect the commander well, so he will be punished on the spot."
"Commander Deng, please keep someone under the gun." The battalion commander continued to plead. Although he kept struggling, he was still dragged away.
Two soldiers from the security army set up Glisu. An adjutant stepped forward and placed a pistol on Glisu's head. He looked at Deng Daguang coldly, waiting for his order.
Without looking at Grisu's desperate and pleading eyes, Deng Daguang waved his hand and walked towards the camp gate, "Kill!"
"Deng Daguang, I am your eighth generation ancestor -" Seeing that he was dead, Gelisu pulled his neck and cursed. Unfortunately, the curse suddenly stopped in the sound of gunfire. The adjutant shot his head to pieces, and his body fell to the ground.
On the ground.
He asked two of his subordinates to carry the body down for disposal. The adjutant loaded his gun and hurriedly chased Deng Daguang. A group of stunned battalion company commanders were left at the gate of the camp, and a large pool of bright red blood remained on the ground.