At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was a habitual offender in Hebei who stole 'chicken', surnamed Zhang, and he was nicknamed Zhang 'chicken' thief on the rivers and lakes. Fastest update access: щщщ.79XS.сОΜ. He never stole gold or silver, but only stole 'chickens' in the dead of night, and he didn't steal 'chickens' for sale, just for tooth sacrifices. His ability to steal 'chickens' has never been done before, and no one has ever missed it. It is said that this 'chicken' thief has mastered the essentials of stealing 'chickens' from the yellow skin, and knows what 'acupoints' under the neck of 'chickens' can make 'chickens' fall into a deep sleep.

The fox's method of stealing the 'chicken' is even more rude, and it is a bit clumsy compared to the yellow skin. The fox is bigger than it, agile, jumping over the wall into the 'chicken' pen, picking up one and turning and running, never caring whether the 'chicken's mouth will make a noise. Of course, as mentioned in the previous document, in the countryside, when they get up in the morning, farmers often find dead yellow skins in the 'chicken' pen, that is, when they stole the 'chicken' last night, they met the "peer" fox and were bitten to death. Therefore, the little fox fairy hates the yellow skin the most.

In the early summer, the temperature was pleasant, which accelerated the speed of corpse decay, and the small courtyard of the old shaman's house was blown by the wind, and suddenly the faint smell of corpses wafted in the tunzi, and the corpse smell could float in the book, so that people could hardly open their eyes. It is estimated that if the body is not buried tomorrow, as soon as the sun shines like this, I am afraid that maggots will come out.

Ma Ya knelt in front of the 'door' and kept kowtowing, muttering without knowing what to say.

"The corpses of more than 100 people who died in vain are full of resentment, hey...... Purgatory on earth! Ma Chengfeng lowered his head and sighed.

"No, they have no grievances, they die peacefully, how do you see their eyes are different from ordinary hanged ghosts?" Ma Ya said calmly.

She didn't say that it was okay, but she saw that the eyes of the hundreds of corpses stacked in the small courtyard had closed at some point, and the dead face on his face was not as hideous as when she first saw her a few hours ago.

Ma Ya said that the three masters did a magic service for them before they died, and it stands to reason that the three masters are old, and they spent a lot of yang shou last time to save Dabao, so they shouldn't look for him. But he still wanted the clansmen to be reincarnated as soon as possible to exhaust his last yang life, and resolved their grievances before death.

"Brother, help me bury all the villagers tomorrow! I can't watch their bodies rot here. ”

Ma Chengfeng nodded: "Okay!" They are my relatives too, as they should. ”

Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was 'Meng' and 'Meng' dawn, Ma Chengfeng and Na Xi had dug a small soil pit in the back mountain, and used a wooden cart to retreat one corpse after another to the back mountain.

Ma Ya engraved the names of a blind date on a wooden board, burned some yellow paper for the relatives, kowtowed a few more times, and took a few of them back to Tunzi.

There is a small granary on the west side of Tunzi, which was built during the Wu Gongyao period, and after so many years, I don't know how many people's lives have been saved. Every few years there is a disaster year, and during the disaster year, the villagers will take out the grain stored in the granary for the winter. Ma Ya opened the granary, cleared out a bag of grain, and 'exposed' a pull ring in the corner.

There seemed to be a cellar down there, and she was too small to pull the heavy iron lid. The iron cover covered with the cellar is heavier than the cover of the sewer pipe, two or three hundred catties, and after so many years, the top has long been rusted, and I don't know what is hidden inside.

Ma Chengfeng and Na Xiu finally pulled out a gap in the iron lid, and when they looked down, they saw more than 20 boxes stacked side by side in the cellar, and the wooden boxes were covered with a layer of straw. "Ya'er, what's here?"

Ma Ya said that this was all left by Yaogong and his old man, in case of emergency, and now the five of us are empty-handed, so we are afraid that we will not find Huang Xiangu in the ridge to take revenge, and we have already filled the belly of the beast, and we should take out these things to defend ourselves.

Ma Chengfeng jumped down and opened a wooden box to take a look...... Boy!!! Oh my God! The wooden box was filled with munitions, a brand-new miniature submachine gun wrapped tightly in linoleum cloth, and more than half a century had passed, and there was no trace of rust at all.

"Ya'er, are you sure this is left by Yaogong? If I'm not mistaken, this should be...... American Thompson used by the Allies in 1930, right? "Chang Xiaoman 'privately' hid a lot of guns, ammunition and 'medicine' at home, and recognized the models of these submachine guns.

It's just that Wu Gongyao was a giant bandit in the Kanto region during the Republic of China, although Wu Gongyao was the leader of the Dao 'Gate', and Changsheng Mountain was full of gold and silver, but it was impossible for him to be rich to this extent, right? In those years, it wasn't like you had how much money you could 'get' a good gun, and even the guard battalion of the head of the Central Army probably didn't have the full treatment of this American Thompson, right? Besides, they're beards! It's already good to use the German King Eight Shell, or the Little Devil's Three Eight Big Cover, where did you get so many brand-new Thompson submachine guns?

"Grandpa said that this is the master from overseas 'getting', back then, on our Changsheng Mountain, one of the locks, more than 8,000 brothers used this kind of gun, that lock is Yaogong's trump card, that is, the ancestor of our Ma family." Ma Ya said.

Ma Chengfeng pulled the trigger in the air and listened, and the sound of the spring hitting back was very crisp, good gun! "I'm ...... Yaogong and Mo Xiaoqi are really amazing! Two bandits actually know how to negotiate with the US imperialists to 'get' so much advanced equipment? No wonder even Yu Shuai wants to call Yao Gong a brother. ”

The reason why the little devils were afraid of Wu Gongyao back then was because the group of outlaws under Wu Gongyao were not afraid of death when they fought, and they did not play cards according to common sense, even if you arrested Lao Jiang and threatened him, people would still beat you! Besides, no matter how powerful you say, you can't do it, that year has entered the period of hot weapons, how can you fight with your bare hands? Now Ma Chengfeng understands that the group of beards in Changsheng Mountain turned out to be armed with American-style equipment, no wonder the little devils were frightened.

One person had a Thompson submachine gun on his shoulder, and each person had a circle of magazines and a few grenades pinned to their waists, and they had confidence at that time.

Everyone was about to set off, when suddenly they heard a dog barking outside the tunzi. Immediately afterwards, the thin dog Rhubarb ran in and pulled Ma Ya's 'pants' feet, as if something had happened outside. Everyone followed Rhubarb and ran to the entrance of the village, Ma Chengfeng jumped up and jumped on the top of the tree to look around, only to see a horse team coming from the dirt road, this group of guys had twenty or thirty people, all carrying guns, carrying heavy backpacks and supplies.

"Ya'er, did your grandfather say who he notified to save you?" Ma Chengfeng asked her.

Ma Ya shook her head and said, "No, grandpa only said to let me wait for a week." ”