Chapter 1521: Die (five shifts)

"boom!"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, a little rain fell in the sky of the black triangle, which eased the sultry weather a little, but the sky became more gloomy.
But no matter how it rains, Hei Dapeng's funeral will still be held.
For the well-thought-out Black Mountain Eagle, letting his son be buried sooner would comfort him and all parties, otherwise he would not be able to calmly deal with the chaotic situation.
So even though he was angry with the patter of rain, he led the funeral team early to protect the coffin to the opposite mountain.
It was an unnamed hill with an altitude of more than six hundred meters, with lush trees, a wide view, and a lot of flowers, and there was a clear stream in the middle.
The location is not bad.
In the performance of ten shamans with colored faces and undergone inspection, a funeral procession of more than a hundred people slowly climbed the mountain through the sides of the soldiers.
Hei Dapeng's death in the Black Triangle actually caused a lot of undercurrents. The Black Mountain Eagle had lost his beloved son, but for many people, there was a big demon missing.
Hei Dapeng can't count the number of sins he has committed over the years, and even many of the female relatives in the defense zone have been bullied by him, so there are only a handful of people who are truly sad.
But no matter what they think in their hearts, more than a hundred people are still very sad on the face, so within an hour's journey, they kept howling and sobbing...
"Commander Black has orders and must confirm that the funeral went smoothly."
An hour before the funeral procession went up the mountain, Pattaya personally took fifty people to inspect the hill, and also let people guard various commanding heights.
Bullets were also shot at several lush jungles, the road underneath, Pattaya also let people check it out with a bomb measuring instrument.
Safety, road safety, hill safety, soldier safety, cemetery, tombstones are safe, ten wizards also carry certificates, and their origins are clear.
For safety reasons, Pattaya also let people collect guns from the funeral procession to avoid unnecessary changes.
Only seeing the tip of the black knife standing in front of the tombstone did Pattaya's heart jump twice, and he felt a touch of discomfort that was difficult to speak.
But the tip of a black knife is nothing tricky. Not to mention firearms, he doesn't even have a dagger, so Pattaya thought he was thinking too much.
She felt that it was the despair of the black blade that made herself uncomfortable, because the Black Mountain Eagle might kill him when he was buried.
Pattaya wanted to comfort the black knife tip, but felt it was unnecessary, and then picked up the phone to ask about the situation ahead.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the funeral procession arrived at the top of the mountain. Under the auspices of the tip of a black knife, the coffin was put into the huge pit, waiting for the final farewell.
"Dangdangdang—"
After the tip of the black blade reviewed the more glorious things in Black Dapeng's life, ten wizards began to walk to the middle of the cemetery with the snake head Zen stick.
Under the gaze of more than a hundred people, they slowly circled the coffin, muttering words, the wind chime of the snake-head and crutches sounded.
Their voices were deep and powerful, and matched with the sound of wind chimes, the entire hill could be heard, and they also suppressed the constant sound of shells from afar.
"Boom boom boom!"
Bai Poyue suddenly attacked the Black Mountain Carving Area, and the artillery shells fired by the artillery battalion never stopped, and the grain storage warehouse was hit hard.
The Fu family used the information provided by the Lu family to accurately kill the granary that the Black Mountain Eagle had never fortified. Although it would not run out of food immediately, it was somewhat exciting.
Pattaya's intelligence personnel even discovered that there were scouts infiltrating in, and the other party seemed to be looking for the location of the bombed ammunition warehouse.
This made many soldiers panic.
Although the Black Mountain Eagle controlled himself not to care, and believed that his subordinates could hold it, his eyes still glanced across the sky from time to time.
The intensive shelling sound distracted him somewhat.
"Mani Mani..."
After the wind chimes rang, the wizard took out the prayer wheel and started to turn, while lighting the butter lamps around the cemetery.
All of them looked solemn and solemn.
This made the Black Mountain Eagle nod. His son's ritual was a bit like, and the tip of the black knife deserved to be an adjutant for many years, but it was a pity that the protection was not effective.
After the ten wizards had done their own things, the black blades bit their lip, held the soil next to the coffin, and said respectfully:
"Commander Black, spread a handful of dirt."
The Black Mountain Eagle knew that this was the final ceremony, and when the soil was thrown down, he was completely disconnected from his son, and he couldn't help feeling sad.
"Dapeng!"
Hei Shan Diao grabbed a handful of soil in his hand and knelt beside the coffin with a bang. He was cold tempered, but Hei Dapeng was also his raised son.
The emotion of father and son for more than 20 years made him kneel on the damp ground involuntarily, holding on to the black coffin and shouting:
"Dapeng, go well."
The light of the butter lamp shone on his face, and at that moment, the pain he showed, almost infected everyone.
Everyone seemed to have heard it at the same time, the pitiful parents in the world screamed with heartbreak.
After that, more than a hundred people knelt uncontrollably, and followed the Black Mountain Eagle to tears, Pattaya and the soldiers also knelt beside them, expressing their sadness.
More than a dozen women in plain clothes opened their throats and wailed, adding a sense of sadness to the rainy weather.
The tip of the black knife hit the ground directly with his hands and feet, his head kept banging his head, showing the greatest guilt...
"Dapeng, go all the way, don't worry, I will give you all the things you like, I won't make you lonely..."
Heishan carved the first half of his body and threw the dirt in his hands towards the head of the coffin, where Hei Dapeng's head was.
At this moment, the nose of the Black Mountain Eagle suddenly smelled a breath, a cold and unfamiliar breath, completely different from the black knife-tips.
This breath is very weak, and it is completely unrecognizable if it encounters wood incense or paper money burning.
The Black Mountain Eagle can smell it because the hills are fresh and the air is fresh, and he is still lying on the damp coffin, so he can notice something strange.
The Black Mountain Eagle also discovered that this vitality came from the tomb, no, from the coffin.
"Asshole!"
He felt the danger in an instant, and the veins on his forehead violently violently, and he would eject and retreat with the push of his hands.
It's okay that he doesn't move. When he moves, his dangerous aura skyrocketed, as if he was licking the tongue of fire.
"Wow!"
A gray sword stabbed out of the coffin, and with a crisp sound, it pointed towards the black mountain carved throat like a poisonous snake.
The Black Mountain Eagle had retreated with all his strength, and his body was arched by three points, but it was still half a beat late.
The sword light flashed, piercing in front of his throat and piercing out the back of his neck.
"flutter!"
Blood splashed with the tip of the sword.
The Black Mountain Eagle's blood is bright red like others, and it is extremely warm when splashed on the faces of others.
The Black Mountain Eagle's eyes were bulging, still staring at the gray sword in the coffin, and the blood flowed down his throat, along the deadly gray sword...
The lid of the coffin was cracked, and the dead'Black Dapeng', whose face burst by Ye Tianlong's six shots, sat in the coffin, holding the grey sword in his hand.
One sword seals the throat.
No one made a sound, no one moved, even breathing has stopped...