Farmers are not scary. What is scary is that all the farmers are holding shovels. In fact, there is nothing scary about a group of farmers holding shovels. After all, there are more than 500 people in the Mad Knife Club who are holding machetes. The key is that these farmers
Can't tell the difference
"You are the village committee secretary!" As he said that, Bai Laohu walked towards the village committee secretary and the villagers.
The village committee secretary was panicked when he saw Bai Laohu walking towards him. He had witnessed the cruel scene of the crazy knife watching people. He didn't want to be the second one to be cut and didn't order him immediately.
The farmer said, "Friends, the bandits are here again. Come on and defend our village!"
At the order of the village committee secretary, all the villagers rushed towards Bai Laohu. The farmers were simple and they were not afraid of **. They knew that they were not the opponent of bandits, but they also had to strive for their own homes.
rush forward to Bai Laohu respects such people, but the villagers are so ignorant, they don’t know that they have been used, they have been kept in the dark. In fact, the real bandits are not the Mad Sword Society, nor are they
These Northeastern people are these cadres in the village. They should have been the public servants of the people, but they have let the people establish their own public servants.
The farmers rushed over with shovels. There was no movement at all on the side of the Mad Sword. They neither went to meet the enemy nor protected the White Tiger. It seemed that they had already made a new success.
"Friends! I'm not a bandit! The real bandit is behind you!" Bai Laohu shouted domineeringly.
All the villagers were stunned and looked back. There were no bandits behind them. Only the village committee secretary stood alone and Bai Laohu answered this and said, "The bandits from the Zaolin Gang in the village were bought by these cadres in the village.
It was them who instigated these Northeastern people to rob their families, and almost all the money had fallen into the pockets of village cadres. Dear villagers, look at your own housing, and then look at the housing of village cadres. Which one is not a two-story building, and you
And you are still worried about filling your stomach. The villagers are awakening that the real bandits are village cadres!”
All the villagers began to think that many villagers had long doubts about village cadres, but due to pressure from various aspects, everyone buried their words in their hearts. No one dared to fight against the village government, and no one dared to choose the village government.
However, after being solicited by Bai Laohu, an outsider, many doubts seemed to surge in their hearts. The villagers finally had their own ideas. These officials in the village finally revealed their true colors.
"Why are you still stunned? You all look at me stupidly and uselessly. Bandits are ahead of you. Don't listen to them talking nonsense. Go and drive away these people!" The village committee secretary shouted loudly at the top of his lungs.
"Why do we stand up every time? We do all the hard work? Why do you live in a foreign house? Our house is still a local house! Why do I have to do things for you? People are right, I have long thought you.
The village cadres are not good things!" The person who spoke was that although the respected Fourth Master in the village had just turned 70 this year, he had the highest backup and knew the most, so the villagers respected the Fourth Master very much.
"Chan Laosi! You dare to talk to me like this! Do you want to pay more taxes this year?" said the village cadre.
"The country has to exempt agricultural taxes, but why is our village collecting more and more? Did you, the village cadres, hide all the money privately?" Chen Siye angrily scolded all the villagers and pointed the shovel at the village committee secretary.
Bai Laohu and his group watched coldly not far away. This is a conflict within the village. No one can interfere in their own affairs. They must solve them themselves.
While the villagers confronted the village committee secretary, the village chief walked out of his home. Looking at the scenes in front of him, he felt an unknown feeling that the village chief was in his seventies and his wife had long died. Later, he took a younger person than him.
A widow in his twenties, although she is nearly fifty, she still has the charm of the village chief who wants to bring her around, showing off her "young and beautiful" wife to everyone, but this wife is very disgusted.
Honestly, I always like to seduce an old man in his sixties or seventies. When he hooks up, he has a leg with the village committee secretary. Later, after being exposed, he was assassinated by the village chief. From then on, the village chief's family and the village committee secretary's family have
Disagreement, conflicts arise every few days
This time, the village chief was very happy when he saw the village committee secretary and Chen Laosi, but the unknown premonition was still entangled in his heart.
"What's the matter? Do you want to rebel?" the village chief shouted.
"These unruly bandits instigate and rebel!" said the village committee secretary.
"Rebellion? I'm getting braver. Do you want to be a gun?"
"As he said that, the village chief raised the hunting rifle he carried with him and looked at the village chief Chen Laosi. This request was not a regular arms fire. It was hand-polished by the village chief by people who could use lathes in the village. The bullet was iron sand.
A shot can spray out a piece of sand, but the range is less than fifty meters, so you can only use close-range hand-to-hand combat
The village chief is about one hundred meters away from Mr. Chen Si, so his gun is basically not threatening, just bluffing.
"Don't use that broken gun toward me. This gun was created by my son. I understand its power! When he gave the author a gun, I sincerely asked him to reduce the range of the bullet to fifty meters, so as to
You are not quite right when you use this gun to target your villagers that day. Your original idea was confirmed today!
"Okay, Chen Laosi, it turns out that he had been guarding against me. Today I am the first to kill you! Just use your son's gun!" The village chief said, holding the gun to Master Chen Si, holding it up and walking towards Master Chen Si.
Mr. Chen was not afraid at all. He walked towards the village chief in a blink of an eye and walked to the village chief without any ambiguity. The gun was pointed at Mr. Chen's head at once.
"Village Chief, you can shoot me to death, but if you shoot, all the villagers will recognize your true face. In that way, you will die worse than me!" Mr. Chen Si was not timid at all.
Said
"We have recognized the true faces of these village cadres without shooting! They harm us ordinary people, and they must make their blood debts pay for their blood!" The speaker was Chen Si's son, a famous lathe master in the village, Chen Qifa
The village chief on the side saw that the conflict was transferred from him to the village chief again. He was very happy. When he was overjoyed, he did not forget to add fuel to the fire: "Village Chief, your son has been hacked to death by these bandits.
, Look at the flesh and blood on the ground, it is your son's corpse! Haha..."
When the village chief heard this, he finally knew where the ominous sign came from. He looked at the corpse of his son in the distance, and tears flowed. But the village chief was not worthy of sympathy. He was the one who died.
, but his son has taken the lead for him, which can be regarded as paying off some debts for him
Blood debt is to use blood to repay the dead debt, and life to repay the village chief's son. Naturally, the village chief cannot give up. He must find the murderer and shouted: "Since every moment, I will kill a few more.
He took the back and avenged my son!" As he said that, he pulled the trigger
However, at this critical moment, a crisp metal sound suddenly came from the village chief's gun did not sound, but fell to the distance to the ground. A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old was holding a few stones in his hand.
The stone thrown heavy on the village chief's hand, which caused the village chief's gun to fall off. Then he ejected another stone, and the stone was directly embedded into the village chief's forehead. The stone was like a bullet.
The prisoner was nailed to the flesh and blood, and the village chief died, and died under the stone
Everyone present was shocked, including White Tiger and Zilang. Unexpectedly, a child with such a young age had such great wrist power, and ordinary stones became a hidden weapon for killing people! Who is this boy?