Rumble!!

It rarely rains in desert lands.

Although Liuli Hezhai is an oasis and is next to a river, it rains only a handful of times.

But this day.

It rained heavily.

The residents in the village were laughing and laughing.

It's raining.

It means there is water.

There is water.

It means that crops can be watered and people will not die of thirst.

At a glance.

The entire Liulihe Village is in jubilation. Every household has taken out rain-catching equipment, and there are even patrol knife-slingers filling the streets with news: "It's full, the water storage tank in the village is full."

It’s raining!

Everyone thinks so.

The same goes for Jiang Xuan.

But unlike ordinary people, he thought a little more: "With such a heavy rain, there is no need to find someone to wash the floor, right?"

"Coming!"

"It's the Green Wolf Flag of the Wild Wolf Gang!!"

It’s too late to say.

It will be soon.

Jiang Xuan's idea just came up.

Under the heavy rain, a group of swordsmen wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats rode towards Liulihe Village on fast horses.

"Jiang Xuan, where is Jiang Xuan!!"

A group of twenty-four riders.

The leader is eight feet tall, and his hands are longer than his knees. He does not look like an emperor, but he has practiced some hard skills on his hands. After all, normal people's arms will not be dark gray.

Quiet...

The gate of the walled city was locked, and no one responded at all.

"Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan!" On horseback, the green wolf was like an angry lion: "You plagued pig or dog, give me my son back."

On the Walled City.

Jiang Xuan looked at the person who was talking nonsense and asked the fat man next to him: "Is this your father?"

"Dad, dad."

The little fat man burst into tears when he saw the figure on the horse.

"Son!" Qing Lang's eyes were about to burst, and then he looked at Jiang Xuan suddenly: "Don't you want to seek revenge from me? I'm already here. Let my son go."

"Put?"

When the entire Jiang family was wiped out, why didn't Qing Lang let go of those poor dancing girls, servants, and his eldest brother's concubines?

"Green Wolf!"

Jiang Xuan shouted loudly and set up a machine gun on the wall.

"Hmm!"

Enter the eyes.

A ray of light flashed on the city wall.

"Danger!"

The green wolf licks blood all year round.

Almost instantly, the hairs on his body stood up, and then without thinking, he clamped his legs on the horse's belly and jumped off the horse in the same way as pulling onions on dry land.

Ta da da...

Green Wolf is very fast.

But he's not fast enough.

The weapon in Jiang Xuan’s hand is called: ‘Kalashnikov light machine gun.’

It uses a 7.62mm general-purpose steel core and a 120-round missile drum.

The rate of fire was 16 rounds per second. Almost the moment he pulled the trigger, thirty rounds flew out in a fan shape with a rate of fire of 745 meters per second, hitting the city walls and riding on the wall twenty meters away.

The green wolf on horseback.

"Ah!"

The green werewolf felt like he was enveloped by death while he was in mid-air.

He waved his palms without thinking, intending to resolve the crisis with these iron palms that could break stone monuments, break iron and break gold.

Puff puff puff...

Too bad.

Jiang Xuan really wanted to say that Qinglang's martial arts were very high, and he was so proficient in Heart-Destroying Palm that even Ziyi couldn't do anything to him, but the reality was reality. The 7.62mm general-purpose machine gun Ziyi could easily penetrate a two-finger thick steel plate.

Some folk experts have even done a test and killed a bison with one shot.

Green Wolf is very strong.

But he was not Superman, nor was he an Iron Warrior. Almost the next second after he released his palm, the person shattered in mid-air.

"Boss!"

Ziyi's huge inertia instantly tore the green wolf into pieces in the air.

The horse bandits looked at each other in shock, unable to believe that the invincible Third Leader was being swept into a sieve in front of them.

Of course.

The horse bandit was stunned, but Jiang Xuan was not.

How could Qinglang alone pay for the lives of twenty-six members of the Jiang family?

Da da da da...

The son roared, and the men and horses were shattered.

7.62 No feelings.

Neither did Jiang Xuan.

In just a moment, Qing Lang and the twenty-odd riders he carried disappeared in the sound of clatter, just like the Indian jungle warriors under the Gat forest.

"It's over?"

aside.

Ye An is still lost.

"Let's go..."

Jiang Xuan did not explain.

Just the next second he turned around, he raised his hand and fired another shot... to eradicate the root cause.

He didn't want a child with hatred in his eyes to come to him twenty years later and say: 'Jiang Xuan, do you still remember that child at Liulihe Village twenty years ago?'

He won't give this chance.

Because he has a murderous bent, he is an insensitive professional soldier.

......

Three days later.

Reality.

Xiangjiang, Islands District.

Island Cemetery No. 2.

"Brother, I have avenged your revenge for you. If there is a spirit in heaven, have you been relieved?"

In front of a brand new tombstone.

Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground and threw paper money into the brazier: "Actually, I have also thought about taking your ashes back to your hometown and returning the fallen leaves to their roots, but I know you don't want to go back because you have wanted to go out since you were a child and don't like that small mountain village."

"Okay, I don't like it there either. It's obviously a small village with a few hundred people, but the relationship between people is too complicated."
To be continued...