It was getting later and later, the sky was getting darker and darker. The wind and snow that had stopped for half a day started flying again.
The goose feather-like snowflakes and ice cubes inlaid a layer of protective film on the stone tablet. Most of the surface of the tablet was covered, only revealing a small area in the corner.
Swallow Fort!
The three big characters written in cursive script were the guiding light, telling Huang Yida, Guo Nu, San Ye and the others that this was the place they were looking for.
Perhaps it was because of the long days, or the wind and rain, this stone tablet was mottled and broken, like an ordinary old man that had almost melted into the earth because of his age.
However, if they had a little more patience, or if they carefully swept away the snow and ice on the stone tablet, scraped off the thin layer of ice, and carefully studied the words on the stone tablet, they definitely wouldn't have done such a ridiculous thing.
But it could only be if, because they didn't do those things, so they were ignorant and fearless.
To San Ye, in such a remote and ancient village, what kind of great person could there be? What kind of great person would be willing to live here?
He had two popular bars in Yanjing, and he had dozens of underlings watching over them. He was one of the top figures in Yanjing's gray road.
Although he often called himself "Lao San", who wouldn't call him "San Ge" when they saw him? There were even some new lads who directly called him "San Ye".
San Ge was very proud. San Ge was very arrogant. To San Ge, this small village wasn't even enough for him and his brothers.
Not only could he help Huang Yida please his father, but he could also give some benefits to his brothers. This was a great deal.
He raised his head again and blew a smoke bubble, saying loudly: "Brothers, did you hear that? We'll have enough meat and enough wine. Young Master Huang is benevolent and righteous, he can't bear to let everyone work for nothing. After we're done, he'll give everyone a big red packet of ten thousand yuan. Brothers, do you know what to do? "
"Yes." A burly man said with a smile. "We'll go wherever Young Master Huang points."
"Whoever offends our Young Master Huang, we'll take his life."
"Young Master Huang, just wait and see. We brothers won't eat and take money for free."
Third Brother waved his hand, motioning for everyone to quiet down. He said, "We are looking for a kid from Swallow Dock called Fang Yan. Let's ask a villager first. Once you find him, beat him half to death and hand him over to our Young Master Huang. "
"Understood." The gangsters shouted in unison.
Third Brother waved his hand, and the group of black-clothed men with knives and cudgels walked into the village.
Kuang kuang kuang —
Black shirt, black pants, black leather boots. Marching into the village in such a large group, it looked extremely powerful and imposing.
Third Brother turned around to look at Huang Yida and said, "Brother, shall we also follow and watch?"
"Look. Huang Yida stomped his feet and cursed, "What kind of shitty place is this? It was so cold that he almost froze. You can't not exercise. "
"Third brother, there's an old man in front — —" A hooligan pointed at a hunchbacked old man in front of them and said.
The old man was wearing a thick sheepskin coat, with a dung basket in his left hand and a dung rake in his right. He was walking towards the village step by step.
"Go ask for directions." Third Brother said.
The long-haired man quickly ran in front of the old man and shouted, "Old man, I want to ask you something. Is there a guy called Fang Yan in your village?"
The road ahead was suddenly blocked by someone. The old man slowly raised his head and looked at the long-haired man, asking, "What did you say?"
The old man's voice was hoarse, as if he was using all his strength, but it wasn't enough. As soon as it flew out of his mouth, it disappeared.
"Old man, I want to ask you something. Is there a guy called Fang Yan in your village? Fang Yan, do you know Fang Yan? "Long-hair couldn't help but raise his voice.
"What did you say? I can't hear you. "The old man covered his ears with his hands, as if trying to block out the howling wind.
Long-hair helplessly turned around and said to third brother, "Third brother, this old man is deaf. He can't hear me. "
"You're the deaf one." The old man's face was full of anger as he scolded.
"Hahahaha —"
The surrounding black-clothed men all burst into laughter. Seeing Long-hair being called deaf by an old man, they thought it was quite funny.
Long-hair was both embarrassed and angry. He pointed at the old man and scolded, "Old man, are you f * cking messing with me? You can't hear me when I ask you a question, but you can hear me clearly when I call you deaf — are you deaf or not? "
"Some words can be heard, and some words can't," the old man said aloud. "If you can't hear, then don't let it in. Don't dirty your ears."
"Old man, who are you saying can't be heard?" Long-hair reached out to grab the old man's leather jacket. "Do you believe that I can't kill you with one punch?"
"You can't kill me with one punch," the old man said.
He didn't retreat, but his body trembled a little.
Yes, it was just a slight tremble, and Long-hair's hand that was about to grab his jacket missed.
Long-hair was a little surprised, thinking that it was because of his carelessness. Seeing the mocking gazes of his brothers, he became even angrier and slapped the old man's head.
If this slap landed, with the old man's old and decaying body, he would probably faint on the spot.
"Ah!"
A miserable cry rang through the night sky and tore apart the tranquility of the village.
It wasn't the old man who shouted, because his voice wasn't that sharp and loud.
It was the Long-hair who had attacked.
He was the one who slapped the old man's head, but in the end, it was the old man who hit his face with the feces rake in his hand.
Long-hair covered his face, which was gouged by the feces rake, and screamed. The black-clothed men who had gathered around to watch a joke were all dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened.
"Cripple this old thing," someone shouted after coming back to his senses.
A man with a buzz cut raised a steel pipe and smashed it at the old man. The old man raised his hand and slammed the feces basket on his head.
The animal feces inside poured over his head and face. He jumped and wiped with all his might, but the stench was still overwhelming. He rolled on the ground, trying to use snow to wipe off the feces on his body.
"Someone is bullying Great Grandpa." A strong-looking child stood at the entrance of the courtyard peeing and shouted after seeing the scene in front of him.
Thus, two women rushed out of the house with a spatula and a rolling pin in their hands.
The woman with the spatula slapped the face of the young man with the machete. The old lady with the rolling pin was even more ferocious. She threw the rolling pin in her hand from afar. The rolling pin flew towards the crowd with a whistling sound.
Bang!
The two black-clothed men were hit by the rolling pin. The one who was hit in the face screamed and fell to the ground, while the other one who was hit in the head directly fainted.
This was the prelude to the battle. Wooden doors opened one after another, and countless men, women, and even children ran out of the houses.
"I'll poke your eyes-" A beautiful little girl used 'Two Dragons Dazzling Eyes' to poke the black-clothed man's eye socket.
"You dare to hit my seventh granduncle, I'll fight you-" A hot-tempered young man sent a black-clothed man flying with a punch. Before he even landed, he pounced on him again.
"So what if he's a hooligan? What's so great about being a hooligan? Aren't hooligans supposed to be bullied? " A middle-aged man wearing a white gown threw out a punch with every curse. The black-clothed man was like a human dummy in front of him, and had no chance to fight back.
"Big brother –" A little boy patted the black-clothed man's knee and shouted with a childish voice.
The black-clothed man lowered his head. The little guy stuck out his tongue and said: "I want to play with your bird-"
Ah-
The man covered his crotch and let out a tragic cry.
There were too many villagers who ran out of Swallow Fort, and the dozen hooligans that Third Brother brought with him weren't enough. At first, it was a dozen hooligans bullying an old man, then it was a villager from Swallow Fort against a hooligan, and finally it was a few villagers ganging up on a hooligan – there were even some who tried to snatch him away.
"Grandma Li, you're old, this kind of fighting and killing isn't suitable for you – leave these little thieves to me."
"First wife of the Lin family, you're pregnant with a baby, you need to take care of it, don't touch it – come, leave the one under your hand to me. Don't worry, I'll beat him up however you want –"
"Ergouzi, you little boy, get out of my way, your father didn't even get one, what are you doing here –"
In the end, the old man who collected dung had nothing to do. He picked up his dung rake and basket from the ground, shoveled the animal dung on the ground into the basket again, grinned and said: "During the war, the army didn't dare to enter Swallow Fort – it's been hundreds of years, and I've never met a hooligan. This old man has lived for so long, but it's the first time I've encountered something like this. Fresh. "
Huang Yida and Guo Nu were dumbfounded.
It shouldn't be like this, the plot shouldn't be like this.
They brought hooligans, hooligans, super thugs who lived on the edge of a knife, took people's money to eliminate disasters. This was just a small village that was hard to find on the map, and there was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides – how did it become like this?
They hadn't even seen Fang Yan, and the thugs they brought were all killed.
How could they take revenge? How could they get back the check and get justice?
Huang Yida was upset and uncomfortable, and Guo Nu had already cried out of grievance.
Third brother couldn't believe what had happened in front of him, and he didn't wake up until the butt of the cigarette in his mouth burned his lips.
"Have we been tricked?" Third brother turned to look at Huang Yida and Guo Nu, and asked with an unkind expression.
Huang Yida's face was extremely embarrassed, and he nodded and said: "It's very likely that he deliberately told us this place, just to lure us here for revenge –"
"Let's just run," Guo Nu said with a sad face.
Unfortunately, they couldn't run away.
The villagers who had defeated the bodyguards in black had already surrounded them in the middle.
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