"Some people are so mean-spirited that they will be fined if they don't eat the toast!"

He thought that Si Chen took the initiative to come over because he was afraid and wanted to give in and follow him.

Zhou Zicheng held a cigarette in his mouth and began to roll up his sleeves, preparing to slap Si Chen hard in the face when he arrived!

It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon!

As soon as Si Chen got closer, he took advantage of his height advantage and attacked with his left and right hands at the same time, extremely swiftly——

He hooked his left hand and hit Zhou Zicheng hard on the chin, knocking him to the ground with one punch.

He pinched the blunderbuss in Zhou Zigong's hand with his right hand, controlling him not to fire, and slammed it upwards, and the blunderbuss hit his face like lightning.

Zhou Zigong was bent forward and back in pain. Si Chen saw the right moment, raised his right leg high, bent his knee and pushed hard against his abdomen.

"ah!--"

"ah!--"

The two Zhou brothers fell to the ground one after another as they howled horribly.

Si Chen took the opportunity to grab the gun, held it in his hand and pointed it at the younger brothers who rushed up, roaring:

"Don't move! Put down the iron rod!"

A group of young men were stunned for a moment, with frightened expressions on their faces. They stepped back and put down their iron bars one after another.

They didn't even see clearly what Si Chen did, and how did the gun get into his hands?

In less than five seconds, the situation took a turn for the worse.

Everything is reversed!

Behind everyone in Zhoujiagou, Zhao Cheng, who was paying close attention, reacted extremely quickly and hurriedly searched for the tractor bucket driven by this group of people.

Damn it!

Under the black cloth inside, there was actually a pile of blunderbuss!

"Stop them!" Zhao Cheng roared.

The villagers holding four-pronged forks beside them immediately stopped the Zhoujiagou people who wanted to rush up and snatch the guns.

"Third Uncle, there are still a lot of gunfire here!" Zhao Cheng was frightened and cursed angrily:

"Are these bastards with so many blunderbuss trying to bloodbath our Zhaojiayuan?"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

The farmers in Zhaojiayuan were so angry that they gnashed their teeth:

"Gan your mother!"

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic.

More than sixty strong men beat up the second-rate man who put down the iron rod!

Even the brothers Zhou Zicheng were not spared and kept wailing:

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Guns are not used to deal with you, stop fighting!"

Si Chen's eyes darkened, he looked at the gun carefully again, and asked:

"Third Uncle, is this your Zhao Jiayuan's gun?"

Zhao San took it and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened: "Huh? Isn't this the one from my eldest brother's house?"

Without thinking, Zhao Cheng shouted: "Third uncle, come and see, this gun looks so much like yours!"

Zhao San quickly walked around the crowd and jumped over. When he saw it, what a good guy, not just from his family!

When Si Chen saw so many muskets, all with "Zhao" engraved on their tails, the guess in his heart became even more certain to be true.

Zhao San walked over and asked everyone to stop. Looking at Zhou Zicheng who was squatting on the ground with a bruised nose and face, he asked:

"Where did you get these guns?"

Zhou Zicheng gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

There was a stalemate for a long time, no matter how Zhao San asked, he just didn't say anything.

The strange thing is that all the younger brothers will never say a word even if they are beaten.

The matter is now over, the anger has been released, and there is no point in dwelling on it anymore.

Zhao San asked people to move away all the guns and waved his hands to the people in Zhoujiagou:

"Let's all go, and never come to our Zhaojiayuan again!"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

"If you dare to come again, I will see you again and fight you again!"

Amidst the yells and curses from everyone, the defeated Zhoujiagou soldiers who came to fight aggressively were beaten unilaterally by Zhao Jiayuan's strong men and fled with their tails between their legs in disgrace.

Zhao San looked at the 27 muskets and was puzzled. Someone hurried over on a bicycle and shouted:
Chapter completed!