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The battle with the bandits did not last long. After all, unlike those soldiers who were born and died, these bandits were accustomed to shouting and yelling in good times, but lacked the perseverance in adversity. They only entered Jingke Village in less than an hour. Fleeing in all directions.
Zhang Xian then ordered someone to open the door of the ancestral hall and go first to check on the big fat man who was hit by him.
The lantern shone on the open space in front of the ancestral hall that was already stained red with blood. Looking at the gangsters who had fallen in the snow and had long lost their ferocious features, the people in the village gnashed their teeth in hatred. Even if some of them were not dead, they were still alive. The wounded who were gasping for breath would also be beaten half to death by them.
Zhang Xian walked up to the big fat man. Jing Yang held a lantern and shined it on the rather huge body. He only saw him covered in blood and lying motionless in the snow. He moved the lantern to the big fat man's face. , I only saw half of the outline and already recognized it: "Zhao Baldy!"
"Is he Zhao Tuzi?" Xiong Sanwa came from behind with a gun and asked.
"It must be!" Jing Yang said with full certainty, but a little regretfully: "He was beaten to death, it was too easy for him!"
Zhang Xian sneered and said, "He's not dead. If he's not pretending to be dead, he's fallen unconscious!"
Jing Yang and Xiong Sanwa both couldn't help but froze for a moment, looking at Zhang Xian in surprise. Zhang Xian said: "I only hit his leg. I know this very well. It won't kill him. You saw the wound in front of his nose." Has the snow melted? That means he¡¯s still breathing!¡±
Xiong Sanwa couldn't help but kicked him and cursed: "Get up, stop pretending, I'm really going to shoot if you keep pretending!" He kicked him, but Zhao Tuzi still didn't move, so he couldn't help but lean down. After careful inspection, he said to Zhang Xian: "He seems to have fainted."
"Jing Yang, find two people to carry him into the ancestral hall!" Zhang Xian ordered Jing Yang and told him at the same time: "Both of his legs are injured and he can't run away. By the way, you have to ensure that he I still have something very important to ask him about his safety."
"Yes!" Jingchang agreed and called two strong men in the village to lift the fat man up with the door panel and enter the ancestral hall.
Zhang Xian took the lantern from Jing Yang's hand and shined it on the man next to him who was holding a gun and was about to kill Zhao Tuozi, but was hit by him. This man was already dead, but when he moved the lantern from below When he saw the dead man's face, he couldn't help shouting: "Peng Changqing?"
Hearing Zhang Xian¡¯s cry, Xiong Sanwa couldn¡¯t help but take a closer look. The dead man was indeed Peng Changqing, the captain of the white-pole soldiers in Pengjiabao.
Zhang Xian was stunned for a moment and immediately fell into deep thought. He vaguely realized that the truth inside was slowly emerging.
However, what no one expected was that just as the people in Jingke Village were celebrating their victory, another armed team quietly approached the village, and the bandits who had just fled gathered together again, like a scourge. Killed back again in the same way.
At this time, although Zhang Xian also sent a few villagers to serve as guards at the entrance of the village, these villagers still did not strictly abide by military regulations and disciplines like the soldiers in the army. When they saw the bandits being driven out of the village , all of them were so happy that they thought they had won another victory. They completely forgot about Zhang Xian¡¯s order for them to guard until dawn, and they also ran into the village to check the guns and ammunition scattered on the ground when the bandits escaped. Philistines and ignorant people who are interested in immediate interests.
Zhang Xian was about to call the militiamen who had been armed by him to take their positions again. At a glance, he saw that the few people who were sent to guard outside the village also entered the village to harvest the spoils. He couldn't help but feel a little angry. But think about it, this After all, this group of people were just villagers and could not be dealt with according to the army's regulations, so they had no choice but to smile bitterly and once again persuaded the villagers to obey his arrangements, and then went to guard outside the village entrance until the People's Liberation Army arrived.
These villagers listened to Zhang Xian's words, handed over their guns, and turned back to the entrance of the village.
Zhang Xian was a little strange. Logically speaking, even if the road was difficult, his reinforcements coming from the Zhuxi Bridge should have arrived before nightfall. At this time, could it be that he was going the wrong way?
He was no longer allowed to have the slightest guess. Gunfire rang out at the entrance of the village again. By the time the villagers who were preparing to return to guard outside the village entrance wanted to stick to their posts, it was already too late. The bandits who had withdrawn earlier came back to kill them. , followed by another heavily armed force. At this time, the villagers of Jingke Village were still scattered in every household and in every street and alley. Some were cleaning the battlefield, but more men, women, old and children were worried about their own homes.??They won't listen to Zhao Tuozi either! "
"Yes!" Xie Sanniang also followed: "Zhao Baldy only has three or four hundred people. We have killed so many just now. He is not Sun Wukong. How can there be so many people here?"
Hearing that what Xie Sanniang said made sense, Xiong Sanwa was still a little strange and couldn't help but ask: "If it's not Zhao Tuozi's people, then whose team is it?"
"Although there are countless bandits on the ground in Chenzhou, there are only a few armed with such a large force!" Zhang Xian said: "Zeng Duyan is dead, Black Arms has been scattered, Xu Haibo's people have also escaped, how can they still be who?"
"It can't really be Tian Zhuangzhuang, right?" Xiong Sanwa couldn't help but worry a little.
When he heard the name Tian Zhuangzhuang, Zhang Xian couldn't help being startled, but then he shook his head firmly: "No! Tian Zhuangzhuang's territory is on the west bank of the Yuanjiang River. We are talking about the east bank of the Yuanjiang River. If he wants to run to the east Come, we have to cross the dock guarded by our People's Liberation Army, it can't be him!"
"Who else could it be?"
"Peng Qingyun's white soldiers!" Before Xiong Sanwa could think of it, Xie Sanniang had already said it.
Xiong Sanwa was stunned, then immediately shook his head and said, "Peng Qingyun won't add insult to injury like this, right? Aren't his white soldiers fighting bandits? How could they come to Jingke Village to do banditry?" He said, looking at Zhang Xian questioningly.
Zhang Xian did not nod or shake his head, but said calmly: "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing their hearts. There are indeed many gentlemen in this world, but even more are hypocrites! Just wait and see, you will know whose team it is in a moment. Got it!"
Xiong Sanwa could only nod.
At this time, a person¡¯s shouting came from outside the ancestral hall, which was addressed to those who were still resisting in the ancestral hall! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com