The three bosses have been fooled!

What's going on?

Legal robbery is not only responsible for the organizational framework but also provides the theoretical basis.

The most important thing is that even robbery tools are provided.

Finally, a pie fell from the sky, and it was pure beef filling.

If you are caught by the government, you will not be beheaded, beaten, or jailed, and you will be given a job.

Several bosses were so excited that they knelt on the ground and said that the old monkey was their biological father who was not related by blood.

As for sharing half of the proceeds from the robbery... that's normal. My father, Mingjun, traveled thousands of miles to Warren to help us and others at the bottom of society escape poverty.

What kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of fearless internationalism.

What's the point of asking for half of the income? Even if you ask for it all, you can't say it's not the case?

The enthusiasm for work in the chests of the bosses bubbled up, and they strongly demanded that they start working immediately and start working tonight.

Daming's own father smiled and affirmed their enthusiasm, and at the same time met their requests.

Just bring all the brothers and shoot them.

In the afternoon of that day, hundreds of thieves but fierce-looking people stood in the Ming army camp tremblingly.

Because they discovered that there were machine guns around them, and several fierce Ming soldiers were leading violent mastiff dogs.

The mastiff kept barking, adding to the tense atmosphere.

This is a major feature of the Mongolian battalion. The army has a platoon equipped with mastiff dogs.

This platoon is very useful. If you encounter an enemy sniper, these mastiff dogs are the best helper to find the enemy sniper.

This tactic was used quite maturely in the battle outside Grozny. Many mercenaries from Northern Europe were found by these mastiffs and then killed by the Ming army.

These mastiff dogs were selected from the most violent ones on the grassland and could bite wolves to death. If four or five mastiff dogs pounced on them together, even the god Odin would have to drink a pot of them.

Not to mention, his mortal followers.

Because of such unique conditions, the Mongolian camp naturally continued the tradition of equipping it with mastiff dogs.

The old monkey saw those street gangsters who were trembling with fear, and some of them almost peed with fear.

After all, he was just a street gangster and had never seen any big scenes. Even the gangster leaders were worried and had earthy faces.

The old monkey sneered. He couldn't scare them any more. If he did, some of them would be paralyzed. How could they rob them at night?

It was Ding San's idea to scare them. Ding San, who was born in a good family, despised these people from the bottom of his heart. In order to prevent them from acting out of character, scaring them beforehand was inevitable.

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A guy with an injured arm was pushed out. The guy looked at everything timidly.

He was only wearing a small jacket commonly worn by the locals. I don't know whether he was frightened or cold. His face was white with a green tint, and he looked like he was going to die at any moment.

The wound on the shoulder was simply bandaged, which looked rather perfunctory. You could see blood oozing out of the wound!

This man was pushed to the middle of the playground, and then the Ming soldiers retreated far away.

Warren's gang members didn't know what this was going to do, and they all looked at it blankly.

Suddenly, the five mastiff dogs were suddenly let go.

Then all five mastiffs pounced on the unlucky guy. The guerrillas didn't even resist, and were thrown to the ground by the mastiffs.

These are the existences on the grassland that can kill hungry wolves, and they are also the best partners for the herdsmen in daily hunting.

The fangs and sharp teeth pierced the guerrilla's skin mercilessly, and the powerful bite force could easily break most of the bones in his body.

The screams echoed in the playground, it was scary! It was so damn scary!

The gangsters can be considered people who have seen the world, but the scene in front of them is too shocking. The screams are like the demonic sound coming from hell. Even if you close your eyes and don't look, the sound keeps reaching your ears.

Drill.

With a heart-rending scream, half of the guerrilla's forearm was bitten off forcefully.

The mastiff held the little half of the bleeding arm in its mouth and ran all the way across the grassland. After putting it on the ground, it started to chew!

"Ugh...!" Several gangsters vomited out due to strong mental stimulation.

The two mastiffs dug with their hands and kicked, biting hard with their sharp canine teeth. They quickly broke open the guerrilla's belly, and the mastiffs kept pulling at the bloody intestines.

"Ugh...!" More people vomited.

Even the well-informed bosses turned pale with fear, and their constant rumination betrayed their restless stomachs.

In the end, the guerrilla didn't know whether he bled to death or died of pain.

Anyway, the screams became weaker and weaker, until they were completely covered up by the mastiff's roar.

"You all listen up! It is our habit as Ming people to say ugly things first.

I know you are not good people. I want you to deal with those Hebrews and Poles.

If you bully the Ukrainian people, this is what will happen." The old monkey pointed at the mutilated corpse with muscles still twitching and said.

After the speaker translated the words, everyone said they didn’t dare! They didn’t dare!

The old monkey is very satisfied with their performance. Before using these rogues, it is very necessary to kill a chicken to show these monkeys.

These bastards are all bad. Among the more than a hundred people, there are not many good ones. Old Monkey is deeply aware of this.

To them, the earnest words of consolation are farts and a sign of weakness.

Only the bloody corpse and the most intuitive visual impact can let them know that they are the one who controls life and death.

The mastiff's mouth was covered in blood, and its paws were also covered in blood.

The old monkey ordered people and forced those bastards to line up and take a look around.

Then people took out their weapons, and each person was given thirty rounds of ammunition and a gun.

Seeing the gangsters walking out in a chaotic manner, the old monkey took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of viscera and the smell of blood that hit the brain.

"Drag the body away, it looks disgusting." The guerrillas who were intact half an hour ago are now in pieces.

The soldiers of the Mongolian regiment caught a few gangsters who were walking slowly and asked them to clean up the scene.

The old monkey spoke highly of the cleverness of the Mongolian regiment soldiers.

These bastards don't use it for free!

When it gets dark, the playground has been tidied up like a dog licking it.

The soldiers of the Mongolian regiment looked very satisfied and threw two cans of luncheon meat that they were so hungry that they almost vomited.

Several Warren gangsters nodded and bowed and walked away. Although I couldn't understand what they said, they were probably saying thank you.

It's dark!

Today's food is much better, steaming big steamed buns, beef stewed with potatoes.

In a large pot of vegetables, half is potatoes and half is beef.

The food of the Ming army was never bad. There was an airship landing area in the camp. Supplies were brought from Kiev by airship every day!

Because I was out on a mission, the food standard was more than one level higher.

"The people in the cooking class should be commended for making good food taste good. I don't know how much better it is than the cooks in the Russian army. Damn it, the food in the Russian army made the mutton taste like shit."

Batu took a big white and plump steamed bun, took a big bite, and then ate a big bite of beef.

If it was in the past, he would have a nice drink. But now that he is the leader of the regiment, and the lives of thousands of brothers are in his hands, he does not dare to drink.

From this point of view, Batu felt that being the leader of the regiment was not interesting.

After dinner, there was a report from the watchtower that there was a fire in Warren Town.

The old monkey and Batu looked at each other, put down the tachyon and walked to the tower.

There was a stove inside the tower, so it was quite warm. But when I climbed up, my hands were numb from the cold on the ladder.

He raised his telescope and looked into the town of Warren. Sure enough, there were several fires in the town.

In the dark night, the fire was extremely eye-catching.

At least ten kilometers away, you can see clearly with a telescope.

The fire was so great that in its hazy outline it seemed to exceed the height of the roof. It was too far away to hear the sound.

But you can imagine that the scene must have been extremely tragic.

Occasionally, tracer bullets can be seen streaking across the night sky.

It looks like a shot was fired!

Sure enough, those Hebrews still hid their guns.

Inside the town of Warren!
To be continued...