Chapter 58 0058

It's still far away. This is the coldest time. At the desolate Wu's Ferry, the scuffle in the dry forest at night has passed.When the sun shone into the dense forest, the tragic scenes still remained everywhere, hurting the eyes of Guan Baye and the group of brutes from the Liuhe Gang. After a night of hard fighting, the bandits left behind 28 blood-stained corpses; The miserable, barkless tree trunk just died like that. The deceased must have screamed miserably before dying, so after death, his mouth is still open and his eyes are bulging, like a horrible zombie ghost hugging a tree in ancient legends; He lay obediently on a piece of unmelted residual snow, with his head in his hands, no obvious scars on his body, like a thirsty traveler after a long journey, leaning over to suck the snow on the ground However, blood dripped from his ears, eyes and nostrils, staining the snow red; Xiang Laosan knew that he was killed by a thunderbolt and a sap.In one place, three dead bodies were lying together, one was shot in the chest, and threw his long gun aside; a bandit with a short gun was shot at the side by his accomplice, and the handle was still in the guy's hand .And that guy was dead too, his eyes protruded like goldfish, his face turned purple, and between his upper and lower lips, there was a bloody tongue that had been bitten through by his teeth. ——Needless to say, he was strangled to death from behind, that's why his tongue stretched out like that... Some had half of their skulls knocked off by gunfire, and the blood rained on the tree trunks, and some were dragged all over the ground The stomachs and intestines...the brains are stained on the yellow leaves, the minced meat is flying on the withered grass...just watching it will make people full.

And those who were alive, the minions under Judge Zhu Si, finally temporarily retreated from the withered forest near Wu's tile house, and they did not really retreat.Leaning on a blood tree, Guan Baye, with a sad and contemplative eyebrow, can be counted. He can be counted as a greedy cat who puts the fish in his mouth this time. If there is a chance, maybe after one or two hours, they will sound the horn again, and the wind will kill them. What is this?This kind of mixed killing that I am tired of from the root!But there are always people who force people to do this, and then, the dead body of the unknown dead is lying in front of them, and the sun shines on a cold reality without dreaming, making those eyes full of blood dripping with tears , the hero is not here, it seems that if the villain Si Judge is not eliminated, there will be a worse situation than this!

"Hey, Ba Ye, all the bandits have been beaten back by your heart-warming fist!" In the open field outside the forest, the voice of Shorty Shi Er's roar came from a distance, and it sounded like he was laughing: "Come out quickly, Guys, come out and bask in the sun." In the empty field in front of the tile-roofed house of Lang's house, there were also two dead bodies and several long blood marks, which must have been left by the bandits when they were shot and ran wildly; Bear and Shorty Shi Er are covered with sprinkled salt, they look like snowmen at first glance, Big Bear has been up all night, looking a little lazy, smoking leaf cigarettes with a lighter; Shorter Shi Er But full of energy, sitting on the top of the salt bag, half lying down, holding one leg with both hands, really basking in the sun there.

"Short, you are happy," Lei Yipao said. "I picked up a life and put it in the palm of my hand. When I took a look, hehe, it turned out that it was my mother's. Why don't you take pleasure in asking for such a big deal?!" Shorty Shi Er did not exaggerate. The salt bags and salt baskets stacked on the salt truck were rotten by bullets and covered with honeycomb-like holes. The salt truck was surrounded by frost-like salt crumbs everywhere. And the bright grains make one imagine how dense the rain of bullets from the night is. If it were not for these salt bags to block, Shi Er and the big bear would have been cold by now.

"Hey, Eighth Master's white horse?" Xiang Laosan just remembered something and said. "White horse?" Big Bear muffled: "Perhaps I will ask Judge Zhu Si to ride it.——Don't roll your eyes, it broke the rein and ran away by itself, and I didn't pull it. Don't blame us." "It's okay to run away," Guan Baye sighed, "If it doesn't break the rein, it will die from stray bullets! ... I'm not worried about the horse, we are not even out of danger." "I said, Lord Ba, since it's already dawn, those bandits have made you feel so heartbroken and squatted there hugging your heart to catch your breath. We have to find a way to cross the river." Shorty Shi Er said: "Nest here and die." On the ground, shooting out the bullets is not an option!"

Guan Baye smiled faintly and said: "If you want to cross the river, this is not the time yet. If you think that the four judges have already retreated, it will be messed up. Before you realize your body, there will be guns on both sides covering you. The river has not crossed." If it turns out to be wrong, that's not the solution." "What do you plan to do according to your wishes?" Big Bear was smoking a cigarette, and said gloomily, "I don't think I can back down. If I back out, I would defeat the trick of the four judges. We are full of guns, and we can try head-on."

"Don't worry, everyone," Guan Baye said, "I have already sent Wang Dagui to cross the river with a wooden section to contact the militia.——The fourth judge did not expect this move. According to my opinion, let's retreat. Enter the tile-roofed house of Wu’s house and hold on to it, at most three or two days, and the militiamen will come to attack him.” "Success!" Xiang Lao San said, "We will do as you wish!" A group of people unloaded the salt cart array, took advantage of the time when Judge Zhu Si retreated temporarily, and retreated into this haunted house that has been rumored for a long time. The long walls with dense pine trees are gray and cold; the sun changes color as soon as the sun shines through the glazed tile windows, and some polygonal light balls are pale and full of ghosts; those tall houses are not It is very old, but because it has been unoccupied for a long time, it looks extremely gray and dark. The thick Jin wooden beams are tea-brown, and they feel like they are pressing on the eyelids of people. Between the beams, there are long spider webs full of floating dust. , the powder wall is full of traces of smoke and fire, and occasionally one or two tile backs are turned by the strong wind, revealing the sky like a star.

"Third brother," Guan Baye said, looking at the dilapidated doors, "take a few brothers, untie the body of the ferryman, and seal the doors with salt bags..." Then he turned to Lei and fired a cannon. Said: "Brother Lei, send some brothers to go to the house to open your eyes. We have to get familiar with this eight-figure-like house before we can make up our minds and see how to stick to it." To be honest, in such a large courtyard as the Wujia tile house, the Liuhe gang's dozen or so guns alone can't take care of it no matter what. People spoke in the empty room, and the echoes buzzed from the beams everywhere, as if some kind of ghosts and ghosts were hiding in the dark and stealing the human language.

"Prepare your guns, fire, dry food and water," Guan Baye said after looking at the terrain, "Split more people to the house, don't stick to one place, when the bandits pounce, turn around and shoot for me, let them I can't figure out where we are guarding....In the house in the middle courtyard, there are three or four pistols standing upright, and some of them burst into the courtyard, so as to echo the tiles." Several people had already cut the rope, carried the body of the ferryman Sun Erguai into the house, and sealed the front door of the tile-roofed house of Wu's house with heavy salt. No one could see any movement.

"Poor Sun Er with a crutched leg," short Shi Er squatted in front of the corpse, and murmured, "A good person in a troubled world can't do it. Grandma, she will offend people even when she takes ferry for others all the year round. Her beard is all white, and she ended up as a poor man." This... what happens?!" As she spoke, she sighed, squeezed her eyes, and actually burst into tears. A clown-type character who is rolling in misery, usually the biggest pain is just taunting and cursing, once he rolls down from the sharp misery, he softens himself with a lot of tears.Guan Baye, who was standing on the side, tried his best to restrain himself. The safety of Yanshi, the brothers of the Liuhe Gang, was all on his shoulders. The thunder in the rainstorm, once it rang, another one will follow.

"Brother Lei, we can't let him die," he said, "We have to find a way to bury him as soon as possible." "There is a hexagonal well over there, and the bottom of the well is dry." "it is good." As Guan Baye said, he shook his hands and pulled off the strap of his black cloak, took off the cloak, and squatted down to carefully wrap up Sun Erguai's cold and stiff body.Now, he held up the corpse sideways, walked out of the gloomy house, walked through the courtyard paved with square bricks and stained with brown and black moss, and walked slowly towards the stone hexagonal well. A man, an old man who likes to drink a few glasses of wine and enthusiastically tells stories to passers-by, a kind of unjust death, these are simply too plain to be regarded as a story.Back then, I had passed here when I followed the boss of Shuangqiang Luo.On a rainy evening, a group of people gathered around the ferry drinking his special herbal tea, listening to him tell some vague stories... so much warmth, so many dreams, so many circles of retribution spread out, each strip is as bright as Xiangwan's Colorful autumn clouds.The corpse was very light, but Guan Baye, who was holding the corpse of the innocent old man, walked slowly. He seemed unable to bear the weight of such a death. I can't do it!" The voice hit him like a hammer, and for a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking. ! He buried Sun Erguai in the dry well, and rolled a disc-shaped granite from the foot of the long wall to seal the mouth of the well. the sun; the brethren went about their own business, and no one disturbed him.He was sitting, his shadow falling on the square brick floor was like a trapped animal, looking extraordinarily lonely. At this moment, the strange sound of horns sounded in the distance again...