The Type 56 light machine gun kept spitting out deadly flames. Every time the Type 56 light machine gun next to it trembled, a sinful soul entered hell.

Blood slowly flowed out of the bandit's body, flowing along the earth to low-lying areas, forming small blood pools.

The migrant workers who originally wanted to rush to help Zhao Wen looked at the scene in front of them with dumbfounded eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhou Laoliu pointed at the bandits who kept falling, and then pointed at the 56-type light machine gun in Zhao Wen's hand. With a frightened face and a trembling voice, he said: "This, is this a magic method? Could it be that those hundreds of Tatars are

Being killed by adults like this? This is simply a massacre!"

Some of the migrant workers following him felt their stomachs churn when they saw the bloody scene in front of them. They covered their mouths, squatted on the ground, and vomited.

Countless screams rang out, and Zhao Wen looked at the bandits who were constantly falling in front of him, without any sympathy in his heart.

"Bandit? Haha, go to hell!" Zhao Wen looked ahead with a cold face, his fingers showing no signs of loosening.

The bandits were like wheat being cut down in autumn, falling down one after another.

A disgusting smell of blood filled the air. Li Xiaoying lay quietly next to Zhao Wen, her left hand tightly holding the corner of Zhao Wen's clothes, and her right hand holding the big black star tightly, her body kept shaking.

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Although Li Xiaoying had experienced this kind of scene before, it was not so easy to adapt to it.

"Spare us, spare us. We don't dare to do it anymore. We are blind and blind. Please spare us, please!"

The dozen or so minions looked at the bandits falling in front of them and the corpses beaten to pieces on the ground, and their livers and gallbladders instantly burst.

Facing such a terrifying weapon, they knew that they could not run away. It was better to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

They dropped their weapons one after another, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed.

Zhao Wen watched the remaining dozen bandits kneeling on the ground, kowtowing their heads, and shouting for help. He waved his hand and said to Zhao Daniu and others: "Stop and catch the alive ones!"

Zhao Wen jumped up from the ground and headed towards the bandits with a Type 56 light machine gun.

Li Xiaoying also hurriedly got up from the ground, not caring to wipe the dust off her face, grabbing Zhao Wen's clothes, hiding her body behind Zhao Wen, and followed Zhao Wen cautiously.

Zhao Daniu put the 40mm rocket that had been empty on the ground, picked up the 56mm and followed closely behind Zhao Wen.

Song Hu and the others also picked up their weapons and followed Zhao Wen closely.

"Several gentlemen, I don't know how high the sky is. I bumped into some gentlemen, please spare us. Just treat us like nothings!" A man with a dark complexion and scars on his face was about thirty years old.

The man kept kowtowing to Zhao Wen and shouted with tears streaming down his face.

Zhao Wen looked at these bandits, shook his head slightly, and then said to Zhao Daniu and Song Hu behind him: "Tie them all up and take them back to Longmen Fort. As for these corpses, let the migrant workers behind them bury them."

Zhao Daniu and Song Hu agreed, then walked directly to the bandits with 56 and a half in their hands.

"Fuck your grandma!"

Zhao Daniu cursed angrily and hit the bandit on the chin with the butt of his rifle, knocking the bandit unconscious.

"Tie them up and go back to the castle!"

Zhao Wen carried the Type 56 light machine gun on his shoulder without even looking at the bandits.

In the center of Longmen Fort, on a cleared school ground, a stone platform has been erected, with more than a dozen thick wooden stakes inserted on the platform.

At this time, the sky had turned completely dark and the temperature had dropped a lot. The stone platform was surrounded by torches, and many fires were lit in the center of the school grounds.

The dozen bandits were tied to the wooden stakes fixed on the stone platform. Zhao Daniu and others were wearing mandarin duck war jackets, Qiushui Yanfei knives hanging from their waists, holding 56 and a half tightly in their hands, standing behind these bandits.

Zhao Wen stood directly in front of these bandits and looked at the people standing under the stone platform.

The torch next to him gave off a dim light, which shone on Zhao Wen's face, making him look extremely majestic.

"I have obtained the purpose of their coming this time from these bandits. Do you know what the reason is?"

The migrant workers standing below looked at Zhao Wen with confusion in their eyes. They really couldn't understand why bandits came suddenly?

Zhao Wen looked at the silent crowd below, cleared his throat, and spoke again: "These bandits originally thought that you migrant workers repairing the city wall were my corvee conscripts, but later they found out that you were hired by me. And each of you has

Yue still had three taels of silver to take, and they had to take care of food and shelter. So, they got evil intentions and tried to rob us. They thought that if I, Zhao Wen, could afford to hire you, I must have a lot of money in my hands, plus the pay.

Your money, this is a lot of money."

"According to my interrogation, I learned that after these bandits robbed me, they were planning to kill you all."

As soon as Zhao Wen finished speaking, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd standing below.

"Ah? These bandits are nothing, and they still want to kill us? Why don't you pee and look at yourself? Mr. Zhao is a god descending from heaven. Thousands of Tatars are not afraid of them. How can they be afraid of them? Bah,

Something worse than a pig or a dog.”

"It's just a bunch of bullies who want to kill us? They just don't know how to live or die!"

Zhao Wen looked at the commotion of migrant workers below, stretched out his hands, pressed down, and said: "Everyone, please listen to me."

All the migrant workers stopped and looked at Zhao Wen who was standing on the stone platform.

"Think about it, what would you do if I didn't exist today?"

"Without you, sir, we will definitely die!" Zhou Laoliu shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Yes, yes, these bandits are nothing at all. They are all just bastards with sores on their heads and pus on their soles." Zhou Laoqi also helped.

Zhao Wen looked at Zhou Laoliu and Zhou Laoqi, and said calmly: "You two are right, but not entirely. If it weren't for me, you would just be migrant workers who were conscripted into corvee today, and there would be no money at all.

take."

"Yes, yes, if it hadn't been for Mr. Zhao, we would have been forced to work as corvees to build the city wall. We don't have to worry about food, and we even have to take care of it ourselves. Sometimes we have to be whipped by the guards!"

"Brother Six is ​​right. When we were building the city wall in the past, we didn't always collect corvees? When did they give us money? This is still three taels a month, which is higher than the military pay of those frontier troops. Our Lord Zhao is a god.

When I descend to earth, I have a bodhisattva heart."

Zhao Wen listened to the conversation between the three brothers of the Zhou family, smiled slightly, and said: "Think about it, everyone, after all the hard work, what do you do for the next year? Is it not to have enough food, warm clothes, and sleep in the coming year?

Does it smell good?"

"Yes, yes. We farmers don't have any requirements. As long as we fill our stomachs, thank God!"

"Yes, we have never asked for anything. But why does God always have trouble with us? There were Tatars before, and now there are bandits. Why am I crying for my life!"

A middle-aged woman became more and more excited as she talked, and finally burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? Now that Mr. Zhao is here in Longmen Fort, how can we still be bullied?" The middle-aged woman's husband looked at the crying middle-aged woman, frowned and scolded.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao will protect us from now on!"

After such a long time, these people have completely understood Zhao Wen's nature, which is kindness.

Yes, that's right, he is kind. He has never regarded peasants like himself as dirt-legged people. Sometimes he will take the initiative to say hello while walking on the road. He has never been pretentious and arrogant like an official, and he has never been arrogant because of it.

I beat myself up like a peasant for a trivial matter.

Such an adult has never appeared in the entire Ming Dynasty!

Zhao Wen listened to their conversation quietly and suddenly said: "Everyone, I also want to protect you, but unfortunately I am encountering difficulties now."

"What's the problem? Sir, just say, as long as we can help, we will definitely help."

"Now there are only seven people connected to me in the entire Longmen Fort. I just want to protect you, but there is no one in my hands." Zhao Wen said to these migrant workers with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"No one? Sir, do you think I'm okay? If I can, I'm willing to join the army!" Zhou Laoliu raised his right hand high and said with excitement.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Laoqi and Zhou Laoba raised their right hands high and shouted excitedly.

The entire crowd was mobilized by the Zhou brothers. The moment they raised their hands, countless right hands were raised high.

At this moment, a heartfelt smile appeared on Zhao Wen's face.

Only by letting them understand that being a soldier is not about fighting for or devoting one's life to the superior, but to protect their own interests. Only in this way can they unleash their powerful potential and powerful combat effectiveness.
Chapter completed!