20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 27 The big gun ends (please read it, don’t keep the book)

He Lishan was shocked, and his whole body trembled. The elm box fell from his hands and fell to the ground. The gravel scattered with a "crash", and the head rolled down the steps in front of the door and rolled into the distance.

Ivan stared at the head on the ground, his face was ashen, and even the beard at the corner of his mouth was trembling slightly.

All of a sudden, the audience was silent.

Jiang Xiaodao's heart was beating so fast that he wished he could break his ribs and jump out of his heart.

He guessed correctly, but had no idea what would happen next.

This is no longer a matter of joining the loyal army to kill Maozi. It is a naked provocation to send people out with their heads in their hands.

"Crack!"

The Mao Zi soldiers pulled the bolt and loaded the gun almost at the same time, and the harsh sound instantly broke the tense nerves of He Lishan and others.

"Master Jun! It's unfair!" He Lishan no longer acted like a big shopkeeper, "This is someone else's intention to frame me! It's him! It's this kid, he is Jiang Chenghai's son, they are the ones who picked it up!"

After hearing the translation, Ivan turned around and glanced coldly, then pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Jiang Xiaodao.

In just one month, Jiang Xiaodao faced the threat of gunpoint for the second time.

The difference is that Jiang Chenghai's shot just wanted him to live, while Mao Zi's shot just wanted him to die.

It was only then that Jiang Xiaodao discovered that the "fixing method" in the myth of Zhiguai was true!

I wanted to run, but I couldn't control my legs at all.

Zhang Zongchang was chattering beside him, seeming to be pleading with Jiang Xiaodao.I don't know if his words had an effect, or if Mao Zi suddenly changed his mind.Anyway, Ivan finally put down his gun and shouted several times to the left and right.

As soon as the words fell, two Mao Zibing immediately rushed to He Lishan's side.

"You...what are you doing?"

Before He Lishan could understand what was going on, Mao Zibing shouted and stabbed the bayonet into both of his thighs. Blood immediately flowed to the floor along the blood groove on the blade.

"Ugh!"

He Lishan knelt down in response, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, Ivan waved to Jiang Xiaodao with a smile.

Jiang Xiaodao didn't know why, and Lao Cui beside him quickly pushed him and said softly: "Xiaodao, if I let you go, go quickly! Don't delay, lest he regret it again!"

"Oh……"

Jiang Xiaodao then shuffled forward in a daze.

As soon as he got closer, a Maozi soldier pointed his rifle at his head.

Ivan handed the pistol to Jiang Xiaodao with a smile, pointed at He Lishan, and said stiffly: "You, kill him!"

"what?"

Jiang Xiaodao suddenly had a ringing in his ears, a buzzing in his head, and felt stupid.

Ivan bent down slightly, grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and repeated again: "You, kill him!"

"Brother, don't think too much!" Zhang Zongchang advised, "At times like this, just do whatever I ask you to do!"

Mao Zi's bayonet was pressed against his waist. Jiang Xiaodao had no time to hesitate and had to slowly raise the heavy pistol.

When He Lishan saw this, his pupils trembled. He didn't care about his face between life and death. He just begged: "Little brother, please do well! Don't... don't be impulsive. I have an old father and a little daughter. Please help me." I have a message for Jiang Chenghai. We are all members of the Jianghu. How much hatred can we have to drive my He family away and kill them all?"

Is this the so-called Jianghu hero?
Jiang Xiaodao was a little disappointed, but he hesitated and still didn't shoot.

In the final analysis, he has no grievances against Changfeng Escort Bureau. The reason why the He family is in such a mess now is simply because of what he said at the temple fair just now.

Facing He Lishan's plea, Jiang Xiaodao vaguely understood his role in this dispute between rivers and lakes.

Just a chess piece!
Seeing Jiang Xiaodao's refusal to shoot, Ivan and others immediately started cursing and shouting.

Zhang Zongchang urged: "Brother, shoot quickly! If you wait any longer, I won't be able to protect you!"

Lao Cui, who was not far away, was afraid of being burned, so he also shouted: "Xiaodao, shoot! No one will blame you!"

He Lishan was still pleading: "Little brother, please give our family a way to survive! If you don't kill me, wait until I go back to collect money, and I will find a way to reconcile with Maozi!"

All of a sudden, there were all kinds of chatter and noisy voices mixed together, all pouring into Jiang Xiaodao's head, making him dizzy.

"Stop the fucking noise!"

Everyone fell silent instantly, and even the few Mao Zi soldiers were stunned and did not react.

But Jiang Xiaodao raised his left hand, wiped his face, stepped forward with a solemn expression, and put the muzzle of the gun between He Lishan's eyebrows. "What's your name?"

"Ah? What... what do you mean?"

"Ask what your name is!"

"I...my name is He Lishan."

"boom!"

Without any warning, gunfire suddenly rang out!
A mist of blood suddenly bloomed in front of Jiang Xiaodao's eyes. The blood spattered on his face. It was sticky and scratchy. The gray-white smoke covered up the disgusting stench.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was a pleasure.

It turns out that this is what killing people feels like.

The moment the death lamp went out, it was so quiet.

Unfortunately, as soon as he regained consciousness, wailing sounds could be heard in the courtyard of Changfeng Escort Agency.

"Hello Shi! Hello Shi (good)!"

Ivan laughed and clapped his hands, looked at Jiang Xiaodao with interest, then took back the pistol, kicked He Lishan's body away, waved and led people to rush into the yard.

Breaking, smashing and looting are on the verge of breaking out.

The bodyguards who usually flaunted their beards and glared, threw back their arms and called themselves heroes, were all huddled together like chickens at this moment, as if they were sitting on pins and needles, and no one dared to resist at all.

Although the people around him did not help the evildoers, they just followed behind and watched from the other side.

Ivan was very proud and looked forward to his success.

This situation is just like the scene two years ago when Tsarist Russia's army of more than [-] troops marched south to Fengtian. It was like entering an uninhabited country.

At this time, several women's screams came from the backyard.

When Mao Zibing heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed towards the gate of the middle courtyard with a howl.

Ivan considered himself a nobleman and was still holding his hand, but his steps were anxious.

However, when he kicked open the door, what he saw was not a woman, but a gray-haired back figure.

He Xinpei, wearing a bloated navy blue cotton-padded jacket, stood alone in the courtyard, with a large red cherry gun standing in his right hand.

The old man's expression was a little dazed. He looked at the old horse in the stable with its bells ringing, and at the long-tasseled escort flag hanging in the air. Then, he glanced at the eighteen kinds of weapons on the weapons rack, and turned around. Over.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, and He Xinpei clasped his fists, not at Maozi, but at the onlookers outside the door.

"Old and young gentlemen!"

He Xinpei raised his Dantian Qi, making a sound like thunder.

"I, He Xinpei, have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I broke into Guandong at the age of 15 and founded the Changfeng Escort Agency at the age of 26! Over the past decades, thanks to your care, you have given me a bowl of rice and treated me as a person! I travel in the world, first for food, and secondly for sex. My son. It’s enough to survive till today! I’m getting older and want to lose face! Now, my family is in misfortune and it’s inevitable! Why don’t I ask for anything else? I just want you to say a good word to me when you are chatting after dinner! He, thank you!"

Say it!

He Xinpei raised his right leg, tapped the end of the gun shaft with his heel, and slashed with the force. The tall red tasseled gun was immediately placed beside him, the gun body swinging and buzzing; the tip of the gun trembled and flashed with cold light.

"Thief! Look at the gun!"

He Xinpei's bow and horse exerted their strength, took a step forward, and stabbed Ivan.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, and Jiang Xiaodao's eyes widened.

Is it possible that this is the hero?
No white clothes, no suave, just a wrinkled old man, dressed in bloated clothes, clumsy and desperate?
"boom!"

Gunshots.

Jiang Xiaodao couldn't help but shook his head.

Sure enough, He Xinpei fell down like a dog, he didn't even have much blood to shed.

The Maozi soldiers laughed loudly, stepped on his body and rushed into the back room.

The female relatives of Changfeng Escort Bureau suddenly cried and screamed, which made people breathless.

In the chaos, Jiang Xiaodao raised his head and saw several villagers standing at the window, grinning and whispering...

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