Chapter 560: Shoot

"Brothers, take the guys in your hands. If the soldiers really fight, we will kill them. If the big husband is dead, he will die. If he doesn't make a two-shot, let them be killed like this. There is no face in death. Go see the King of Kings! "Said the Dazhai master with fierce eyes. 「^ 追 ^ 书 ^ 帮 ^ 首 ~ 发」
"Yes, give them a fight, don't let us live Anson, don't even think of Anson."
"Spelled! Spelled!"
Everyone talked eloquently, but everyone had no bottom in their hearts. Fighting with officials was tantamount to hitting stones with eggs, but now the arrow was on the string and had to be sent.
The master of Dazhai made a quiet gesture, and then continued, "We are more than three hundred and sixty people here. None of them is a breeder. No one is afraid of death. Killing one is enough, killing two is profit. Yes, we will survive this time, and our day of happiness will be here. "
There was cheering in the hall, as if they had seen victory right in front of them, as if they had seen the days of big fish and meat.
At this time, one person rushed into the hall one after another and said, "Large, big headed, not good, officers and soldiers are coming here, there are many people, it seems that there must be thousands of people."
This sentence immediately calmed people down, and people were thinking in their minds. What is the concept of thousands of people?
Someone with a little brain began to think, if it is not good, it will be a situation of ten people playing alone, and he is not a master of martial arts. Even if the other person kicks his own foot, he will not be able to get up on the ground. How come this is enough to kill one?
There was a brief panic among the crowd, and Dazhai's complexion was heavy.
"Go and see!"
The people on the sentry, running up and down, ran out again.
At this moment of life and death, everyone's heart was tightly sweating.
"Brothers, no matter how many people they come to, or the sentence I just said, go through and we will be blessed!"
After finishing speaking, the owner of the Dazhai picked up the big knife behind him, walked straight out of the Zhaizi, and personally boarded the gazebo.
It is a gazebo, in fact, it is a large shed with a relatively high terrain.
This shed can accommodate twenty or thirty people. Looking down, the situation outside the stockade will be unobstructed.
The Dazhai master looked at the soldiers outside and bit his lips.
One by one the soldiers are wearing iron armor. There are always thousands of people in the square arrays in front, not to mention the scattered teams in the back.
The owner of Dazhai looked back at the Zhaizi behind him, his eyes were full of perseverance, and his hard-earned possessions must be over.
I couldn't help thinking, my third son, my third son, my whole life's hard work was ruined by you.
No matter if this is the power behind that woman, or whether it is because of their death, it attracted the attention of officers and men. Anyway, this matter has something to do with the three masters. When Dazhai thought of it, he felt itchy teeth.
Fighting is also dead. Being caught by them is also dead. They simply fight with them.
Thinking about it this way, he was trying to give orders, but he saw that there was a black thing in front of him, and before he could see it clearly, he felt that something had penetrated his throat.
The people standing next to him did not respond, and the Dazhai master fell straight.