His green bean-sized eyes rolled around, and after twisting his head, he raised his head again and looked at Yang Shanxin with a lively look. The broken gun in his hand actually pointed at Yang's head and said:

"Listen, I am the secretary of the Vulture Gang. I am here to collect taxes on the order of the gang leader. Every time goods pass through our Vulture Gang territory, taxes must be paid! If we don't pay taxes, we will..."

Before he finished speaking, follower Yang Shan reached out his hand, grabbed the six-round gun that had not opened the safety in Baheiwa's hand, twisted it aside, and said:

"You have to understand, little brat, there was a bastard who pointed a gun at my head last time. Do you want to know what happened to that guy after that?"

"What...how is it?"

Baheiwa was frightened by Yang Shanxin's fierce aura.

The current boss's aura is really scary. Two bullets hit his face.

The traces of the past are clearly visible, like a vicious wolf that wants to eat people, ready to swallow them in one bite at any time!

How come your face changes faster than turning the page in a book? Just now you were so friendly and cheerful, but suddenly it seems like it’s a matter of two meetings?

Yang Shanxin laughed ferociously twice and twisted his right hand hard, only to hear a "click..." a very ugly crisp sound.

"ah…"

A scream came from Bahewa's throat, and his right hand was twisted like firewood.

Yang Shanxin took advantage of the situation and took the guy's six-wheel pistol into his hand, threw it into the air in a cool manner, opened the safety with a bang, pointed at Baheiwa's head and said sarcastically:

"I forgot to tell you, that guy's body is in the wolf's belly now. No, it should have turned into wolf dung long ago, hehehehe!"

Yang Shanxin is now suffering from the disease, and he feels quite happy that "there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king".

"Boss... Please spare my life, good man... Please don't kill me, I'll just leave. I won't come to Songjiafang from now on. Please don't kill me, I..."

"Really? It's too late..."

Yang Shanxin moved the muzzle of the gun downward and slowly inserted it into the man's mouth.

The other two young men with matchlocks on their shoulders had already been picked up by four or five sergeants as if they were catching chickens.

"All heroes, please spare your lives!"

The two little ones were lifted up and swayed gently, like willow branches in spring, swaying gently among the leaves, more like an aloe vera, fluttering in the wind in the river.

Suddenly, the stench of feces and urine slowly drifted out from the crotches of the two little guys.

"Damn it, you dare to disgust us when you are about to die, go to hell!" Several sergeants covered their mouths and noses with their hands, and they worked together to twist it.

"Click..."

"Click..."

The heads of the two boys were twisted off like twists.

Then, they threw the body far away like garbage, and waved to several guards in the distance, indicating that they should bury the body.

"Woooo..."

The abuse here was not over yet, Baheiwa kept shaking her head, trying to tell Yang Shanxin that she did not want to die.

But with a dark gun barrel stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't speak clearly at all and could only whine.

"That's it, then I can only kill you!" After Yang Shanxin said this, he was about to pull the trigger and shoot.

"Hey, sir, don't kill him yet, leave him to lead us." The bald man was quite smart, and he suddenly thought that he needed a guide to go to the Vulture Gang.

After hearing this, Yang Shanxin nodded, quickly took the gun back from the guy's mouth, let him go, and took a few steps back.

This was a sudden collapse on the ground. The pants were hot and the urine was urinated.

"Hi Xiao Heiwa, if you don't want to die, now bring the way and take us to the residence of your bald eagle gang. We want to talk to the Lord of your gang!"

The butcher who has been watching coldly, shouting at straight at him, he also thought about the addiction of the boss.

"Good good ..."

After hearing it, Blackwa was like seeing the savior. He immediately knelt on the ground and stabbed two noises at the butcher.

Then his legs trembled and wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were boring, and he couldn't stand up at all.

"Come, set him into a small hospital, and let the military doctors fix his broken hands with gypsum plywood, and we set off for us." The butcher waved back.

"Followed ..." The two butcher's sergeants, the left and right, pushed up the puppet, went to the field hospital in the middle of the camp area.

Half an hour later, Bahewa wrapped the gypsum splint on his right wrist, and walked with his arms.

"If you don't want to be the same as the two of them, you'd better be honest!"

"Yes ... at home."

The team has long been gathered, and the clear cavalry.

Blackwa was pushed into the horse back, the butcher patted the head of the cricket and said, "Okay, take us now, don't play tricks, be careful of your head!"

"I swear, I swear, I will definitely not play any little clever!"

"very good…"

The butcher led a row and took the head of Blackwa.

After more than a hundred meters, the bald guy carried more than 100 armed sergeants and rode into a fighting formation in a horse.

According to investigations, there were more than 300 people in the bald eagle gang, but the firearms such as the Moseta rifle plus fire, the rogue gun and other firearms were only sixty or seventy.

It should be more than enough to deal with the bald eagle gang.

Mountain slums in the south of Pingxiang are still one of the most backward places in the Qing Dynasty.

The land here is barren and the supplies are extremely lacking. Although there are miners in the ground, they cannot get rich.

Many young people here go out to make a living. Only the old, weak, sick, disabled, and maternal and children are stored in the family.

Therefore, in order to survive, people here can do everything. The crime is as simple as drinking water here.

The person who died here will disappear mysteriously, and the next day it will become white bones and throw it out.

On the rugged roads, there are all kinds of dirty water, dark red pits everywhere. I do n’t know if it ’s because it’ s too long, or it is mixed with human blood.

You can see people's thigh bones everywhere, as well as long corpses, and even see some people's fur.

In the tattered houses on both sides, the old man or the disabled with a thin bones stayed in the same place.

If it wasn't for the chest and undulating heartbeat, it really made people think that they were dead.

There are messy horseshoe sounds in the distance, and countless horse lamps and flashlights.

These groups of people with no eyesight have slowly moved the condition.

Generally speaking, some horseshoe sounds that someone comes in to buy and sell. There are many ore here, and mountain goods can be traded.

A group of mountain people dragged their thin bodies, came to the door, and saw a strong war horse appeared at the village entrance.

The mountain people tiptoeed to see this horse team. Whether they dragged some food and clothing in.

However, it is frustrated that these horse teams did not have a ox cart later, which is not the same as the caravan that I saw before.
Chapter completed!