Chapter 521 Sense of Times

   The old man at the head was old enough to be alive. He was the first to wake up from the shock. He carefully looked at the knights in front of him with his dim old eyes, and beads of sweat quickly appeared on his face.

The old man is old, and he has been in prison for most of his life. From petty theft in childhood to bullying and dominating the market, he has escaped several severe crackdowns, which gave the old man a good eye. With these eyes alone, the old man Then he knew that these people in front of him were not comparable to ordinary policemen.

The old man has seen murderers and ruthless characters before, but he has never seen such a person, and it is not one but a group. Everyone in front of him has a mountain-like momentum, and What is mixed with this kind of momentum is a strong smell of blood, especially the indifference shot out of those pairs of eyes, which contains a disregard for life and death, and a ruthless attitude towards life.

  In the eyes of these people, what the old man sees is the meaninglessness of life and death for his own group of people, which cannot be achieved by killing one or two people.

  The old man took courage, stretched out his hand and cupped it at the leading knight: "Which road are you from?"

  Pfft! Jian Heng, who was standing on the small slope, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jian Heng snorted, because it was close, that is, at a distance of several tens of meters, and it was still in the middle of the night, so his music, let alone an old man, all the people who came out of the village looked at him. In the direction of Jian Heng on the hillside.

The old man understood in an instant that the one standing on the dirt **** like squatting in a golden pot was the one who kept his word, so he arched his hands at Jian Heng again: "Excuse me, who is the hero of the road? Let's go to the village and ask ourselves." I didn't offend the good guy in the aisle, I don't know why we met so much today... ".

Jian Heng was dumbfounded by the old man's sour words: "Old guy, are you filming a TV series with me? You're so polite, why are you talking so much nonsense, now you have two choices, kneel down and let me interrupt your conversation One leg, or they rush in and break both of your legs!"

  Jian Henghou was on the horse, bent over and folded his hands on the saddle, looking at the old man and the group of young, weak, sick and disabled behind the old man with a different kind of playful eyes.

Although these people seem to be all people who get on the bus and ask someone to give up their seats, these people are holding weapons in their hands, some are sticks, some are pitchforks, and some are directly carrying a kitchen knife. Underneath the cowardly appearance is a hideous ugly temperament.

When the old man heard this, he turned his head and subconsciously looked at the knights who were close at hand, and saw them standing in front of him like wooden stakes. While he was talking, none of his ex-husbands moved a little bit, even None of the horses snorted once, nor did they scratch the ground once with their hooves. The people and the horses were like statues, motionless!

With his eyes on the knights, the old man's brain kept moving: this is not a local tyrant's thug, the local tyrant can't afford such a person, let alone be able to train such a thug, let alone It may be a hero of some kind, the underworld is very good in the eyes of ordinary people, but they are all scum in front of the regime. These people in front of them are the regular army, and they are the army that killed people!

The conclusion drawn made the old man feel quite absurd. The old man felt that this matter was weird from the inside to the outside. Even if the country wanted to wipe out the village, it only needed to send out the armed police. A group of villages with at most a few guns , where is the opponent of the dictatorship?

Now there are soldiers from the cold weapon era in front of me, and they are wearing armors that I have never seen before. Every individual horse is wrapped in iron skin. Not to mention anything else, if the equipment of these soldiers and horses is exchanged for money to deal with this village It seems to be more than enough, why is there such a big commotion?

  We are just an earthen village, where is it worth making such a big noise? The old man felt extremely bitter in his heart.

  How could the old man come up with anything? Those who ordered this operation always felt that it was not safe to use a knife to kill a chicken. If it can be used, it must be a sledgehammer.

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, Qianjin Village has a "blessing". Jian Heng directly picked out a country's core army from the space, and the generals who commanded this thousand-man army randomly picked out one of them. In the space world, there are all famous generals, each of whom is a general of ten thousand people, and they are used to deal with a small village. They say that killing chickens with a sledgehammer is a bit exaggerated, that they take off their pants and fart, which is completely unnecessary.

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

  Glanced at this group of people just now, Jian Heng found that there are still smart people among these people. For example, someone is pointing at the knight in front of him with a mobile phone and secretly taking pictures. Of course, the one who took the photo may think that he hid it well, and of course it is only his own opinion.

But Jian Heng doesn't care, as long as there are ten minutes, Jian Heng believes that these knights can solve the problem perfectly, and it is absolutely impossible for the police to arrive in ten minutes. This is a mountainous area, and the police can reach the foot of the mountain in ten minutes. Neither is enough. Even if it was troops, it would take at least half an hour to get on the plane even if they set off with the assembly belt. By the time they arrived, Jian Heng didn't know where to go.

Jian Heng's guess was correct, there was a person in the crowd who was taking pictures with his mobile phone, but Jian Heng's guess was a little bit wrong, the person who took pictures with his mobile phone was not smart, let alone wanted to preserve evidence or something, the act of taking pictures with his mobile phone was I'm doing a live broadcast, and I'm asking for praise in the live broadcast room.

How did Jian Heng think that when his death was imminent, there would be people broadcasting live to ask for praise? Of course, with Jian Heng's experience, he really couldn't understand some young people nowadays. Come to ask for praise, and also attracted some people to follow suit.

   Seeing that the old man didn't speak, he reached out and waved his hand gently.

  Received Jian Heng's order, the knights started to move in an instant. The originally quiet night was immediately broken by the sound of horseshoes.

   Tap! Tap! Tap!

  The sound of the horse's hooves changed from slow to fast, and within a dozen or so steps, the speed of the horse was raised. The quality of the horse and the elite of the knight can be seen.

When facing the knight charging, all the villagers were stunned. They never thought that when facing the cold-armed cavalry charging, their hands and feet would be numb from the fright, even to the point of forgetting to run away. . Modern people don't understand what kind of knights exist in the cold weapon era, and how much courage they must have in the face of charging cavalry.

   Shua!

  When approaching the crowd, the knights drew out their wooden practice knives, and when the sword arrived, the people standing in front of the crowd sounded a burst of call signs.

  The sound of the shout brought all the villagers back to their senses again, and the villagers who came back to their senses did not have the momentum when they first came out, and instantly threw away the Wu Xiao in their hands, and scattered like a rabbit whose nest had been blown up. The knights kept their formation, like a net, slowly tightened, and all the villagers were gathered like fish in the net, and the space for activities was slowly compressed.

What is shown in front of Jian Heng's eyes is like cheating in a game trial. At first, he thought it was very exciting, but after playing for a while, he felt that it was boring. The rhythm presented in front of Jian Heng is the dog chasing the chicken.

   "Alas, let them end the battle quickly!"

   No fun! Very boring! And accompanied by the noise of howling ghosts and howling wolves, it really made Jian Heng a little disturbed.

   After Jian Heng finished speaking, he saw a corner of the village where the pickup truck he drove was parked there, so after greeting Jack, he urged his horse into the village and walked towards his pickup truck.

When passing by the door of a hut, Jian Heng suddenly heard a voice coming from the hut: "Old Tie, did you see it? It's absolutely true. The one who was beaten was my mother. Thank you brother Wang Badagai for sending it to me." Sports car, thank you Jie Ge who eats **** and eats watercress for the yacht! Old iron 666... ​​".

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

Oh! It's not a small house, it's just a sheepfold.

  Being beaten to the point of huddling in the sheepfold to live broadcast? Jian Heng feels that his mood can be expressed in two words in the current Internet language: drunk!

  Seeing Jian Heng looking towards the sheep pen, a knight behind him urged his horse to go over immediately, picked up his spear in his hand, overturned the top of the sheep pen, and stretched out his hand to directly pick up the silly boy who was broadcasting live.

The child is not very old, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, with blue hair, looks like a man but dresses like a woman, it is the kind of little fresh meat dress that is popular now, looks like a man but not a man, looks like a woman Female, she beautifully interpreted the scene described in the articles of the old ancestors: ...two rabbits walking side by side, An Neng can tell whether I am male or female!

   "Boss, boss, spare, spare!..."

As soon as he was taken out and thrown in front of Jian Heng's horse, the little blue-haired live broadcaster immediately knelt down, begging Jian Heng for mercy with snot and tears. He knew that so far, all adults had no limbs It was all, either a broken leg or a broken arm, neither of which he liked, so he had to kowtow and beg for mercy.

  Seeing that the knight stretched out his sword and was about to break Lan Mao's arm, Jian Heng raised his hand and signaled to let the kid go. At this moment, Jian Heng didn't care about such a waste at all.

   Signaling the knight to throw the goods into the sheepfold again, Jian Heng directly led a group of people to the pickup truck.

   Lan Mao, who was thrown back into the sheepfold, stayed for a while and waited for Hun'er to come back. He couldn't help it anymore. He opened his phone and stretched out his handbag. He lowered his voice and took pictures of the knights beating the villagers outside.

The crying and howling of relatives and friends outside did not cause this person any discomfort. Now he only has him and his live broadcast in his heart. When the live broadcast room changed from the usual less than a thousand people to tens of thousands of people, and people kept crowding in Come on, what sports cars, airplanes, big yachts, props that he had never seen before flew all over the screen, making him forget everything in an instant, and continued to live broadcast with high spirits: "Old irons, old irons, I'm back again Damn, I almost scared me to death just now... ".

  (end of this chapter)