The old man who was leading the way was old enough to wake up from the shock. He looked at the knights in front of him with his faint old eyes, and sweat beads on his face quickly emerged.

The old man was old and had been in prison for most of his life. From a thief when he was a child to a bully later, he escaped several crackdowns and allowed the old man to gain a good look. With these eyes alone, the old man knew that the people in front of him were not comparable to ordinary policemen.

The old man has seen murderers and ruthless characters, but he has never seen such a person before, and it is not one but a group of people. Everyone in front of him has a mountain-like aura, and what is mixed with this momentum is a strong smell of blood, especially the indifference in those pairs of eyes, which contains the indifference to life and death and the ruthlessness of life.

In the eyes of these people, what the old man saw was the meaninglessness of life and death of his own group of people. This was not something that could be practiced by killing one or two people.

The old man strengthened his courage and reached out his hand to arch his hand at the leading knight: "Which old man is you?"

Puchi! Jian Heng, who was standing on the small slope, couldn't help but laugh.

Jian Heng squirted, because he was close, which was almost a few dozen meters away, and it was still late at night, so his joy was not to mention the old man, all the people who came out of the village looked towards Jian Heng on the hillside.

The old man instantly understood that the person standing on the slope who was squatting in a gold jar was the one who kept his word, so he bowed to Jian Heng again: "Is it a hero on that road? We went to the village and asked ourselves that we had offended the heroes on the aisle. I don't know why we met so much today..."

Jian Heng was amused by the old man's sorrow words: "Old guy, are you filming a TV series with me? You are so literary. Why do you do so much nonsense? Now you have two choices. Kneel down and let me break one of your legs, or they rush in and break your legs!"

Jian Henghou bent down and placed his hands on the saddle, looking at the old man with a different kind of playful look, and the group of young, weak, sick and disabled people behind the old man.

Although these people seem to be all people who get in the car and ask people to give up their seats, these people are each carrying weapons, some are sticks, some are pitchforks, and some are directly carrying a kitchen knife. Everyone's cowardice looks hidden under their appearance.

When the old man heard this, he turned his head and subconsciously looked at the knights who were close to him. He saw that they stood in front of him like wooden stakes. At this moment, his ex-husband was not moving too much. He even had a horse sniffed and had never digged the ground with his hooves. Both the people and the horse were like statues, not moving at all!

The eyes were on the knights, and the old man's mind kept moving: This is not a thug of a rich man. The thug of a rich man cannot afford such a person, and it is even more impossible to have the ability to train such a person to thug, and it is even more impossible to be a hero of any kind. The underworld is quite awesome in the eyes of ordinary people, but they are all slaps in front of the regime. The people in front of them are just regular troops, and they are also armys that have killed people!

The conclusions drawn made the old man feel quite absurd. The old man felt that this matter was strange from the inside out. Even if the country wanted to destroy the village, it would be done by just sending out armed police. How many villages with at most were the enemy of dictatorship?

Now there are soldiers from the Cold Weapon Age in front of us, and they are wearing armor that they have never seen before. A single horse is wrapped in iron sheet. Not to mention anything else, it seems that it will be more than enough to exchange the equipment of these people and horses for money to deal with their own village. Why is such a big disturbance?

We are just a local village, so where is there any reason to make such a big noise? The old man felt extremely bitter in his heart.

The old man could not think of it here. The person who instructed the planner to this operation always felt that it was not safe to use a chicken-killing knife. If it could be used, it would be necessary to have a stunning knife. This would ensure that there would be no mistakes.

Under the guidance of this idea, Qianjin Village has been blessed. Jian Heng directly took out a core army of a country from the space, and the generals who commanded this thousand-man army would pick up one of them. In the space world, they were all generals named, and each of them was 10,000 generals, and used to deal with a small village. They said that they used a knives to kill chickens. To be exaggerated, they were just taking off their pants and farting, which was completely unnecessary.

"Have you thought about it?" Jian Heng looked at the old man.

Just now, he glanced at the group of people and found that there were still some intelligent people among these people. For example, someone is now holding a mobile phone and pointing it at the knight in front of him, secretly taking pictures. Of course, the person who was photographing may think he was hiding well, and of course it was only him who thought it was.

However, Jian Heng didn't care. As long as there were ten minutes, Jian Heng believed that these knights could solve the problem perfectly. The police would never come to the mountain. This is a mountainous area, and the police were not even enough to reach the foot of the mountain in ten minutes. Even if it was the army, even if it was a gathering, it would take at least half an hour to board the plane. When they arrived, Jian Heng would have no idea where to go.

Jian Heng guessed right. There was a person in the crowd who was taking pictures with his mobile phone, but there was one thing that Jian Heng guessed was incorrect. The person who took pictures with his mobile phone was not clever, nor did he want to save evidence or something. The man who took pictures with his mobile phone was doing a live broadcast and was asking for likes in the live broadcast room.

Jian Heng didn't expect that even if he died, there were people who asked for praise on live broadcasts. Of course, with Jian Heng's experience, he really couldn't understand some young people nowadays, and even more unexpectedly, there were still half-aged children asking for praise on their newly-dead mother, and some people followed suit.

Seeing that the old man was not talking, he reached out and waved his hand gently.

After receiving Jian Heng's order, the knights instantly started to move. The originally quiet night was immediately broken by the sound of horse hooves.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!

The sound of horse hooves went from slow to fast, almost within ten steps, and the horse speed was raised, and the excellence of the war horse and the elite of the knights were visible.

When facing the knight's charge, all the villagers were stunned. They never thought that when they faced the cavalry with cold weapons, they would be frightened and numb, and even to the point where they would forget to escape. Modern people do not understand what the knights in the age of cold weapons existed, and how courage did they have to face the cavalry with charge.

Swish!

When approaching the crowd, the knights pulled out their wooden practice knife. When the horse arrived, the sword suddenly sounded a cry of shouting in the crowd.

The shouting made all the villagers come back to their senses, and the villagers who came back to their senses did not have the momentum they had when they first came out. They instantly threw away the Wuxiao in their hands, and if the rabbits exploded in the nest were scattered. The knights maintained their formation, like nets, slowly tightening, and all the villagers gathered like fish in the net, slowly being compressed to move.

What appears in front of Jian Heng now is like playing games and cheating. At first, I feel so happy, but after playing for a while, I feel bored. The knight directly used the word " crushing" to describe the villagers as a bit too much. The rhythm completely presented to Jian Heng is to chase chickens.

"Oh, let them end the battle soon!"

Boring! Very boring! And the noise accompanied by the howling of ghosts and wolves really made Jian Heng a little upset.

After saying that, Jian Heng saw a corner of the village where the small truck he drove was parked there. So he called Jack and urged his horse to enter the village and walked towards his small truck.

When passing by the door of a cottage, Jian Heng suddenly heard a voice coming from the cottage: "Lao Tie, don't you see it, it's absolutely true. The one who was beaten is my mother. Thank you for the sports car given by Brother Tarba Big Lid, thank you for the yacht given by Brother Jie who ate shit and got Douban! Lao Tie 666..."

Damn! Jian Heng suddenly felt that the world was crazy! His mother was beaten up, and he hurried in the small house and remained indifferent.

Oh! It’s not a small house, it’s just a sheep pen.

Being beaten and huddled in the sheep pen and broadcast live? Jian Heng felt that his mood was just two words in the current Internet language: Drunk!

Seeing Jian Heng looking at the sheep pen, a knight behind him knew how to urge the horse to go over immediately, and raised his rifle in his hand, overturned the top of the sheep pen, and reached out to directly lift the silly child who was broadcasting.

The child is not old, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, with blue hair, looks like a man, but dresses like a woman. It is the popular dress of a young and handsome guy now, which looks like a man but not a man, and looks like a woman but not a woman. It really beautifully interprets the scene described in the previous articles of ancestors:... How can I tell that I am male and female when I walk by the ground?

"Boss, boss, spare your life, save your life!..."

As soon as he was taken out and threw it in front of Jian Heng's horse, the live broadcaster immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy at Jian Heng with tears in his mouth. He knew that so far, none of the adults had all their limbs, either broken legs or broken arms. None of these two were liked by him, so he had to keep kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Seeing the knight stretching out the sword in his hand and preparing to break Blue Hair's arm, Jian Heng raised his hand and signaled to let the boy go. At this time, Jian Heng had no intention of calculating with such a waste.

He signaled the knight to throw the guy into the sheep pen again, and Jian Heng led his group straight to the small truck.

The blue hair that was thrown back into the sheep pen, and after a while, Hun'er couldn't help it when he came back. He opened his phone and stretched out his handbag, lowered his voice and filmed the scene of the riders beating the villagers outside.
Chapter completed!