The brilliance of the sun shines in the fields, the heat is steaming, and young people wantonly call and humiliate Wangjia Village opposite, and then burst into laughter.1▽

At this time, Xie Yan ran out of the entrance of the village. After drinking, his face was full of blood, his eyes were a little straight, and he ran over and shouted crazy: "Kill here! No one is allowed to stay! The remaining one is not considered the hero of the Xie family! You can kill with me, kill all those dogs, no one is allowed to stay."

The morale of the young people was mobilized by him and responded loudly. Someone praised him for his squinted eyes and was such a righteous man. Xie Yan was so excited. His thin upper body was naked and blue veins appeared. The hook and sickle more than four feet long in his hand was dancing faster in the air.

Even though everyone was excited, no one took Xie Yan's words seriously. It was not that he did not dare to fight with him, but that he did not get permission from the elders in the clan and no one dared to act privately.

So Xie Yan let him roar and scream for a long time, but everyone just agreed loudly, and Xie Yan was so angry that he kept pointing at them and scolding the cowards.

"Who is a coward?" A young man was unhappy. "The patriarch told me not to act rashly. What should you do if you are drunk? How dare you not listen?"

"coward."

Xie Yan was about to continue cursing, but suddenly the drums in the village started to ring again, making everyone look at each other. Someone screamed, and a group of people ran towards the village.

The whole Xiejia Village was in full swing, and the crowds were endless like a tide, running towards the ancestral hall in chaos. The number of people became more than in the morning. The people were not only Xie and those outside the village, long-term workers, short-term workers, etc., and their popularity was even more irritable, and they were very imposing. They were very imposing to flatten Wangjia Village.

The birds on the tree were so scared that they flapped their wings and flew into the distance, and the dogs were so scared that they ran around. The second drum sounded faintly in the deep and tense atmosphere.

Boom! It was like a thunder exploding in the ground. The people who arrived were completely angry and shouted wildly.

Many women stood quietly in the side hall inside the ancestral hall, some sighed, some were crying, and some were trembling with anger. In front of them was the body of Ying Fang's wife who died of a well. Her body was bigger than usual, her hair was scattered with mud, her face was blurred and covered with scars, and her eyes were closed. What was particularly scary was her big belly, her mouth was opened and her snow-white teeth were exposed, and she looked miserable without any worries.

The men were furious, and soon the third drum sounded. The clan leader, Lichang Village A, the seniors of the tribe, landlords and squire all took to the stage.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the person following the clan leader, who was the ancestral hall manager Xie Qibo. When he saw that his expression was extremely angry and extremely terrifying, he kept bleeding with one hand.

The atmosphere, which had gradually reached the critical point, exploded completely and fiercely, and even the gentlest man was furious.

The patriarch also swept away his former calmness and said angrily: "Look, Lao Qi went to send Tongshu. The people of Wangjia Village not only refused to admit their mistakes, but instead tore Tongshu. They said rudely, saying that the women in our village are only worthy of being prostitutes. What's the point of being romantic? Is this human words? Lao Qi was extremely angry at the time and debated with them. They cut off all five fingers of Lao Qi."

"Kill here!" The angry Xie Yan interrupted the patriarch's words and shouted desperately.

"Kill me! Kill my mother clean! Kill!" The people who were so excited that they finally couldn't bear it anymore.

At this time, the half-white-bearded patriarch looked like an old man, reappearing the majestic and mighty he used to fight the Tartars in his youth, with his bright eyes flashing with fire. His hands were placed on his waist, and his voice was deep and loud.

"Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated. We must fight to the death! All the men follow my orders. Those who are responsible for guarding the castle and training tonight should be more careful. They will come here every fourth day, and I have my own plans. Go and prepare all your guys."

When the clan leader was young, he had made merits and served as a householder. He killed many Tartars with his own hands. He followed Xu Da, the first general at that time, and he was never defeated in command of the battle. Therefore, his prestige was unattainable in Xiejia Village, and everyone in Xiejia Village practiced martial arts because of this.

The order for the armed fight was finally issued, and the boiling atmosphere suddenly turned sharply. The furious people had been trained for many years and their literacy was almost the same as that of the soldiers. With a command, the chaos of shouting disappeared, and instead they were solemn and depressed, and they left silently.

The patriarch and the older generation looked serious. They knew that this battle was not easy to fight. The Wang family was the leading local clan, with a large number of people, and was used to being arrogant and domineering. However, Wangjia Village rarely attacked Xiejia Village, which was slightly less numerous than Wang's surname. Unexpectedly, this day finally came.

Looking at Lao Qi who lost his five fingers, it was obvious that this revenge could not be resolved. If it were just the death of Ying Fang's wife, he could pay his life through the county magistrate Wang Gui. However, Lao Qi represents the face of the entire Xie clan. If he does not fight back, the surname Xie will no longer have to be a human being.

The patriarch felt unreasonable about the Wang family over there and did not understand why they were so unreasonable. It was probably because recently, in order to compete for water sources, it was said that the people of Wangjia Village had several armed battles with several nearby villages, and some people were killed and injured.

They were unwilling to obey Mr. Xu's mediation and arrangements, but Xiejia Village was dissatisfied with the Xu family's devotion to the gods. They often abused and humiliated the people of Wangjia Village. Therefore, Wangjia Village showed extreme arrogance in the matter of Ying Fang's wife.

The clan leader who led the army knew very well the seriousness of this matter, death and injury were inevitable, and the innocent would be implicated, and the government would not ignore it afterwards.

The patriarch thought for a long time, and he explained his son almost everything he said, and the two sons took the order and left.

The richest second son of the Xie family in the village, the clan leader's younger brother, also said to his son: "You can also get two thousand taels of silver to carry it out."

The patriarch and everyone were surprised. Why did the stingy cock become abnormal? The patriarch said, "Why do you have to? I do things one by one."

"Brother, stop talking." Xie Laoer looked at Qi's broken hand, "I feel sorry for money. No one will borrow money, but Lao Qi is my brother, which is related to the great revenge of our entire clan. I know the principle of killing tiger brothers, and money is to be used on this blade."

"Okay!" The patriarch was energetic, "There are no cowards in the Xie family, and cowards are not worthy of being born in the Xie family!"

That night, because he was worried that Wangjia Village would attack first after learning about it, the clan leader and others patrolled everywhere, reminding the men to be careful.

In the early morning of the next day, the slight light of the sparrow stars had not yet been completely destroyed. The swords and guns in front of the ancestral hall were lined up, and there was a solemn atmosphere.

The patriarch sat high on the big tiger-skin chair in the center of the stage. The older generation sat on both sides like geese wings, with expressionless faces on everyone. Under the stage, there were four or five dazzling white boxes, which were the silver for the settlement of the family and the aftermath.

At this moment, no one cares about personal safety. If someone is unlucky to be killed, according to the village rules, parents and children will be properly taken care of by the clan. No one has any doubts about this. This is also the cohesion of the thousand-year-old clan of the Xie family. Otherwise, they would have been divided long ago.

The patriarch did not say anything, but directly recited the team's command during the training of Tiandi Xuanhuang and other Xuanhuan, and issued orders. Someone waved the flags of white cloth and red edges, and slowly shook them.

No one nearby would have thought that Xiejia Village would make a big fight and that the counterattack would be so desperate. It would be a complete decisive way to destroy the village if it was not fought.

The villagers set out in a team of thirty people. The women were waiting anxiously, and no one dared to speak out or run to the entrance of the village to look out.

The elders such as the clan leader seemed calm, but in fact everyone was very nervous. The last time the whole village was mobilized to fight, I vaguely remembered that it was a ten-year incident in Hongwu. The reason was similar to this time. Anyway, the fourth, fifth, and sixth, the clan leader's family, were all dead.

Of course, that battle brought about the prestige of the Xie clan. Over the years, no one dared to show off, and Wangjiacun had forgotten about this.

In front of the ancestral hall, the patriarch's wine for victory and triumphant had not yet cooled down, two villagers carried Xie Yan and hurried in. The woman covered her mouth and looked panicked.

Xie Yan should be in the team responsible for supporting him. Today, he was extremely excited and brave, and wanted to be the vanguard of the first team. Before leaving, he was full of the spirit of not returning without revenge, and he held up his extremely sharp hook and sickle.

This hook and sickle is famous. His grandfather used this knife to cut off the legs of more than a dozen Tartars' horses, and later unfortunately died in the battle to recover Dadu.

His father inherited Xiaoqi's official position. A few years ago, he was executed for killing his superiors after drinking, and his military position was also abolished. The Xie Yan family has never recovered.

No one knew that Xie Yan blamed the misfortune of the family on the head of the woman in Wangjia Village, believing that her curse caused her father to die, and therefore she had the idea of ​​revenge in her heart.

At this moment, Xie Yan was lying on the wooden stand, closing his eyes, no longer having the previous vivid appearance, panting with difficulty, most of his yellow teeth were exposed outside his pale lips, his legs were straight, the famous hook and sickle was no longer in his hand, his arms drooped weakly, and bright red blood flowed from his ribs, dripping densely on the ground, shocking.

Wangjia Village was indeed prepared. Although the patriarch was having many battles when he was young, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked at this moment and asked, "Is the form not good?"

"It's great, it's great!" The two villagers answered excitedly, "Everyone is brave, and the support team also played a miraculous role, attracting the main force of Wangjia Village and hitting our ambush. The squinting eyes were the first to enter the village, but he ran too fast and forgot the regulations during the practice. One person fought with more than a dozen people on the other side, killing the enemy and running away with his head. Alas, he didn't want him to chase him, and hit the ambush hiding in the alley, and was stabbed in the ribs with a shot."

"Yes." The patriarch frowned and walked around Xie Yan.

The doctor in the village touched Xie Yan's nose and chest with his inch-long nail-long hand, took out his pulse, hesitated for a while, took out a handful of dry herbs and stuffed them into the wound.

The stiff Xie Yan shook and took a very difficult breath. The second child frowned and asked, "Not it?"

The doctor said, "He is young and strong. He lifts him back in time. He stops the bleeding first. It depends on whether he can survive."

"Fighting, fighting." The women suddenly shouted loudly.

"Shut up!" The patriarch's eyes were fierce, and the women were so scared that they quickly covered their mouths again.

The chaotic shouts of killing and the sound of iron-like collisions kept floating over, and the patriarch calmly listened to judge the form on the battlefield.

Instead of directing himself, he handed over the command to his two sons to establish the prestige of the future patriarch.
Chapter completed!