Hidden in a room with only two windows in front and back, and there was a large open space in front of the door. The boiler manager hid behind a wooden table that was folded at the door. The handle of the southern pistol in his hand was covered with cold and smooth sweat. The other two boiler guys huddled behind the window and holding a spear in his hands, the barrels stretched to the window were also trembling slightly, which seemed to be shocked and scared away the soul!&1t;/p>

There were 50 people in total, and most of them were the ones who had seen blood in their hands and had taken several lives. They were holding a long and hard fire in their hands, and poked a thick wall next to them, and there was a meat ticket in the pot to hold it. However, they asked two masters who came to the kiln to clean up their bottom in a meal!&1t;/p>

First, the crossbow arrow was called on the wall. An Qingzi picked up more than ten pieces of crossbow arrows. No matter what the crossbow arrow was, he didn't know what the face was. When he was touched, he would be a scene full of blooming faces. After a blink of an eye, the master who was hit by An Qingzi could suck it into a ball. The black pus and blood appeared in the seven orifices. A life was immediately closed!&1t;/p>

After finally putting people together behind the yard wall, the fire rain from the sky lit a lot of houses in the boiling pot. When they were anxious to put out the fire and saved people, the two people who came to the kiln slipped into the boiling pot like needles. He heard the screams in his ears, and the gunshots kept ringing for a long time. Looking at the remaining people around him, there were only four or five boiling pot guys left. No one of the others could speak, no matter how they shouted?&1t;/p>

Originally, I planned to rush into the house where the meat tickets were locked, hold the meat tickets until dawn and think about another way, but seeing the three pot-burning men holding long guns and hard fire running a few steps towards the big house where the meat tickets were locked, two crossbow arrows and a dark green boy had quietly fallen on the three pot-burning men.&1t;/p>

At the end of his life, the burning pot manager could only lead the only two burning pot guys around him, and found a house that was nowhere to beside him. His eyes were considered bright. He held the hard fire in his hand and stood up with the two people outside who could not see at all.&1t;/p>

Listening to the movement outside the house with his ears, the burning pot manager stared at any slightly loud corner, and pointed at the muzzle of the southern pistol in his hand, but he still couldn't find a quasi-district pulling the trigger?&1t;/p>

The other two pot-burning men who had been lucky enough to save their lives looked even more sweaty. In the weather in the tenth winter, sweat flowed into the heels of their shoes like a river, and their fingers stuck on the trigger of the spear were trembling. When a shadow that could be seen in front of a window was shaking, the pot-burning men who were guarding the window suddenly pulled the trigger fiercely!&1t;/p>

Amid the sharp gunshots, the cooker guarding behind the window seemed to be trying to use the gunshots to enhance his courage, pulling the bolts to shed their shells and load them. In the blink of an eye, he scattered all the five bullets filled in the bullet chamber.&1t;/p>

Coincidentally, just as the gunshot stopped, a hint of green light flashed suddenly in the shadow of the house that could be seen in another window. In just a moment, the green light turned into a personal face, with eyes, ears, mouth and nose all in it. He winked and grimaced at the burning pot guard behind the window!&1t;/p>

In the wilderness, strong enemies were surrounded by them, and they also had several wronged souls in their hands. The man who had believed in the sayings of ghosts and gods suddenly made his face scared and his heartbroken. He howled and started the long spear in his hand desperately. He howled wildly in Japanese, howling in Japanese: "Is it a mountain ghost? Is it a kappa? The fox is coming to take away my soul, right?"&1t;/p>

Before he could scold the burning pot guy who was so scared that he was a little confused, just before the burning pot manager, a few green faces suddenly appeared in the shadow of a house. With a cold wind blowing, under those green faces, a skeleton with the same green light appeared, which was gloomy and not terrifying!&1t;/p>

The sharp ghost roared, floating along the cold wind. Even if I raised my ears and carefully identified them, I couldn't hear where the sharp ghost roar sounded. For a moment, it seemed that ghosts were attacking all over the mountains and fields!&1t;/p>

He jumped up from behind the table regardless of neglect. The burning pot manager kicked the burning pot guy who was so scared that he could not even catch the bridge. He slapped the burning pot guy in the face: "Pick up! That's just the enemy's trick! Get the bullets, as long as we guard until dawn..."&1t;/p>

Almost in a habitual obedience, the burning pot guy who was slapped heavily stopped shouting and looked straight at the burning pot manager standing in front of him: "But...what can we do even when it's dawn? The two people outside are like ghosts, and we can't see their shadows! Even if they want to escape, they may be intercepted by them?! Your Excellency... If no one escapes to report the news, we will never have reinforcements! Even if someone escapes,...the nearby contact points have been destroyed by heavy snow!?"&1t;/p>

Gripping his teeth hard, the boiling pot manager seemed to be giving himself courage, and shouted at the top of his voice: "As long as we wait until dawn, we will definitely come up with a solution! Wait for dawn..."&1t;/p>

Before he finished speaking, a foreign iron oil barrel wrapped in cloth suddenly flew over from behind the room in the distance. As the foreign iron oil barrel weighing twenty pounds fell heavily, a pungent smell of foreign oil quickly spread around the house guarded by the boiling pot!&1t;/p>

In a panic, the two pot-burning guys screamed in unison: "It's the kerosene we placed under the wall! They're going to burn us to death..."&1t;/p>

Before the shouting came, several iron oil barrels tied with cloth strips had already flew into the direction of the house from the darkness one after another. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or intentional one of the iron oil barrels hit the table that was folded down at the door. The scattered kerosene immediately filled the whole room with the slightly fishy smell of kerosene!&1t;/p>

As the iron oil barrels hit the house one by one, a crossbow arrow wrapped around the lit cloth strips was suddenly nailed to the table behind the door. In just a blink of an eye, the cloth strip wrapped around the arrow hit the kerosene splashed on the table, which was originally a bit dim flame, suddenly turned into a red look.&1t;/p>

Without thinking, he took off his clothes on his body. The fire pot manager extinguished the fire that had just been ignited in a few seconds. He shouted at the two boiling pot guys: "Everyone takes off his clothes on his body, kerosene will not be ignited so quickly. As long as we move fast enough, they will not be able to ignite..."&1t;/p>

Before he finished speaking, the roasting manager said nothing, but he had already made a torch flying over in the air choke back into his stomach......&1t;/p>

Perhaps the tiny flame on the crossbow arrow can be extinguished as soon as possible, but the torch made of cloth strips and wheat straw dipped in kerosene will scatter when it falls to the ground, and the small flames on the ground cannot be extinguished one by one!&1t;/p>

Helplessly, he grabbed the southern pistol in his hand, and the fire-burning manager howled like a dying wild wolf: "There is no other way, let's break the jade! He rushed towards the house where the old guy was imprisoned. Even if he died, he would kill that old guy!"&1t;/p>

Also howling, the two pot-burning guys held the guns that had just been installed with bullets, and they knocked out of the door without caring their butts. They just rushed out of the door a few steps away, and the two crossbow arrows flying from the darkness were accurately nailed to the necks of the two pot-burning guys.&1t;/p>

He grabbed an iron pot in the room, and the pot manager put the iron pot on his head and jumped out of the window desperately. While holding the southern pistol in his hand, he shot randomly in the direction of the crossbow arrow, he tried his best to lower his body, wishing he could stuff his whole body into the rusty iron pot to avoid crossbow arrows or Anqingzi who would fly from where he didn't know.&1t;/p>

With a 'clang', a clay projectile was fried and crushed on the iron pot. The huge impulse caused the boiling pot to stagger suddenly, and the nose also smelled a strange herbal smell that made people feel depressed.&1t;/p>

Even if I didn't care about the scattered steps under my feet, I ignored the severe pain caused by the two clay projectiles hitting my ribs. The manager of the pot was like a wild cat with his tail trampled on it, and crashed into the big house with meat tickets!&1t;/p>

The outside of the house was pitch black, but there were always two bright and scattered air-death lamps in the house. The burning pot manager who had just hit the house and thrust the sudden light into his eyes, and suddenly closed his eyes involuntarily. But as soon as he closed his eyes, the heart-wrenching pain suddenly came from the burning pot manager's ribs. Before he could even wait for the burning pot manager to scream because of the sudden severe pain, a sharp dagger was stabbed into his half-open mouth!&1t;/p>

Feeling the power that disappeared from himself like running water, the iron pot that the boiler manager grabbed in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he took a few steps back, and then he fell to the door of the house where the meat tickets were held.&1t;/p>

As the burning pot manager fell down, a ghost-like sound rang out of the open door of the room. Perhaps it was because the character who blew the ghost-like sound really lost his strength. The long and elegant ghost-like sound became short and powerless. After just a few chirping, he no longer had a rest. [31 Novel Network]...&1t;/p>

Hearing the ghost roar suddenly stopped. From the shadow of a house, Han Liangpin's obviously anxious shout suddenly resounded throughout the pot: "His Royal Highness Yan Luo is here?"&1t;/p>

As if he was trying hard to accumulate strength, after Han Liangpin's cry for a long time, an old and tired voice finally sounded in the house where the meat tickets were closed: "A Pang is so charming!" (To be continued)&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!