heavy weapon is king

Chapter 54

The setting sun was setting, the setting sun was shining lightly, and the golden afterglow rendered the whole Qingzhu Ridge golden.

At this moment, in the huge Shenjiazhai, everyone is preparing a sumptuous dinner at home, preparing to spend a joyous Fengfeng Festival with their families.

Suddenly, at this moment, three fast horses galloped back and forth like lightning in the huge Shen family village.

clang clang clang! ! !

All of a sudden, the rapid sound of the warning gong resounded deafeningly over the entire Shenjiazhai.

I saw Yang Feihu, Wang Gang, and Zhang Dazhuang, riding fast horses, beating violently with a gong in their hands, and at the same time, the three of them were shouting anxiously.

"Everyone in Heifeng obeys orders, hurry to gather at the gate tower, the village owner has orders, hurry back to the mountain!"

"The black wind is in trouble, hurry back to the mountain!"

"..."

In an instant, all the black wind bandits who were reuniting with their families, wives and children, after hearing the order of the village master, their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly bid farewell to their wives, children and families, quickly picked up their weapons and weapons, and rushed out of the house as fast as possible. He ran towards the gate of Shenjiazhai.

All of a sudden, the entire Shen family village was filled with the sound of rushing footsteps everywhere, stirring up chaos inside and outside the village, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

At this moment, in the canyon outside the gate of Shenjiazhai, Nie Zheng was sitting on horseback, looking at the people and horses that were continuously driven out of the village, with an extremely gloomy expression.

A moment later, more than 300 bandits from Heifengzhai gathered in the canyon.

After learning about the accident in Heifengzhai, everyone's expressions were extraordinarily dignified.

Nie Zheng swept across everyone's faces slowly, looked at Yang Feihu beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Have all our troops arrived yet?"

Yang Feihu nodded and said, "I report to the village master, all are here!"

Hearing this, Nie Zheng looked at the crowd sharply, and ordered loudly: "The black wind is in trouble, hurry back to the mountain, let's go!"

With a burst of shouting, Nie Zheng, under the protection of Zhang Long, Zhao Hu and others, rode his horse and swung his whip, and rushed down the mountain first, followed by a group of bandits. Go straight to Heifengling, eighty miles away.

On the way back to Heifengling, Nie Zheng's face was gloomy and anxious, and he waved his whip from time to time to speed up his gallop.

The copycat minions under his command were all heavy-hearted and running with all their strength, everyone wished to put on their wings and fly back to Heifengling immediately.

Black Wind Ridge was attacked!
When Nie Zheng heard the bad news, he was almost unsteady, as if he had been hit hard.

It never occurred to him that the enemy did not ambush them on their way to Shenjiazhai, but instead took advantage of them to lead the main force of Heifengzhai to leave the village, and suddenly attacked them!

By all accounts, I missed this point.

Before Nie Zheng and the others left, they obviously left forty AK47s and twenty shotguns for Dong Changqiang and the others to defend against copycats. It stands to reason that with so many arms and equipment, no matter how bad they are, they have enough strength to protect themselves.

However, just now Yi Zixuan told them that just last night, the Black Wind Village was bloodbathed, and no one was found alive.

The entire Heifeng Village was turned upside down by the enemy. I don't know what important things they are searching for.

Thinking of Xiaozhi's cute and silly smile before leaving a few days ago, Fatty Fang Fang Yuanzhi's nagging full of concern, and the laughing farewell of all the bandits who stayed behind, Nie Zheng's heart was dripping Blood, he didn't dare to imagine in his mind what kind of tragic and bloody scene he would meet them when he returned to the mountain.

Unknowingly, Nie Zheng clenched his teeth, grasped the rein forcefully, and closed his eyes in pain.

"how so……"

…………

In the early morning of the next day, Nie Zheng led the team to Heifengling.

After a sleepless night of galloping on the road, everyone's eyes were bloodshot.

Last night, everyone gritted their teeth, suppressed the grief in their hearts, and ran towards the Heifeng Village with all their strength. Although they already knew that something happened to the village, they still had a little fantasy, hoping that this bad news would not stop. not real.

The cottage is close in front of them, but the picture in front of them is no longer the picture they were familiar with before.

Heifengling in the early morning of this morning seemed very quiet, lifeless silence.

Everyone rushed under the gate of the cottage, and from a distance, they could smell the strong smell of blood floating in the air, as well as the bloody mess that caught their eyes. Suddenly, everyone's mood became more and more heavy and sad up.

The scene was very quiet, and no one said a word.

Everyone lowered their heads like this, their eyes stopped behind Nie Zheng's horse with grief and indignation, and they stood quietly.

The flagpole erected above the gate of the village has long been cut off in the middle, and the Heifeng village flag that was fluttering in the wind in the past has fallen to the ground, stained dark red by the blood on the ground.

Dong Changqiang's body was pierced through the broken flagpole, and the black iron heavy gun in his hand had been chopped off with a sharp weapon.

Until the moment of his death, Dong Changqiang held the broken gun tightly, his eyes wide open with anger.

Scarlet blood flowed down the flagpole, dyeing the whole flagpole blood red. After a day and a night of wind, the blood had already solidified and turned dark.

Inside and outside the gate of the cottage, there are bullet casings scattered everywhere, and a large number of firearms, as if they have been hit hard by a sharp blade, the barrels are deformed, and the accessories are scattered all over the place.

Dozens of bloody corpses lay here and there in a pool of blood. The dark red blood solidified and infiltrated the surrounding soil into purple-black.

The four-meter-high and six-meter-wide giant wooden fence gate had a human-sized gap in the middle, and the arrow towers on both sides of the gate were also heavily damaged and damaged.

The bloody and chaotic scenes in front of me made every Black Wind bandit present feel blood boiled with grief and indignation!
Although they did not witness this bloody battle with their own eyes, one can imagine how tragic the battle that night was.

Quietly looking at everything in front of him, Nie Zheng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were extremely cold.

Walking slowly to Dong Changqiang's body, Nie Zheng gently stretched out his hand, and closed his eyes bit by bit.

Standing under the flagpole, Nie Zheng was silent for a long time, and said expressionlessly: "Brothers, enter the village!"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Yuanzhi, whose eyes were already red, broke free from Yang Feihu and Wang Gang's control like a madman.

A moment later, a heart-piercing wail spread throughout the entire Heifeng Ridge, and in an instant, the silent and desolate mountain was a little more miserable.

Hearing Fang Yuanzhi's beast-like wailing kept ringing in their ears, everyone rushed into the village with bloodshot eyes. In an instant, in the Black Wind Village, roars pierced the sky, and cries of pain could be heard endlessly.

Nie Zheng slowly closed his eyes, his chest uncontrollably heaved violently, after a long time, finally, he slowly opened his red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, help me Houzhai, I want to see my brothers one last time..."

(End of this chapter)