Guagua sat solemnly on an empty floor, raised one hand into firing mode, and with a whoosh, a white, gleaming bullet shot out.
The roof of the granary was made of tiles. Without any warning, a hole appeared in the roof, and broken tiles fell down with a clatter, startling the boys who were carrying the grain.
The eldest and second eldest brothers, along with the entire Xiong family, had all witnessed this. After giving Guagua a reproachful look, they continued moving.
The three tigers were seeing it for the first time, and they were very curious about Guagua's newly transformed hands. They came over and sniffed them.
Meow~ (Are your hands crippled?)
Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Guagua suddenly became unruly and attacked, giving a tiger a big thud.
“You’re the cripple, your whole family is crippled, the kind of crippled who starve to death and become beggars. Get out of here and go carry grain.”
The disabled family carrying the grain all turned to look at him. Suddenly, Guagua felt a chill run down his spine. He turned his head and met a dozen pairs of sinister eyes. The iron-clad body suddenly stiffened.
It chuckled sheepishly, "Hahaha, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Our family is all healthy and capable, let's move it, keep moving it."
Shishi hummed, "Kids, let's get to work first, we'll play with it when we get back."
Quack: ...
After chasing away the three, Guagua used its mind to make the bullet fly in a circle, creating a spectacular scene wherever it went.
The first old man to run over had his hair shaved off right in the middle of his head.
First, his scalp felt hot, then it felt cold, and then his hair was gone, leaving a very obvious white stripe about one finger wide running from his forehead to the back of his head.
Without hesitation, the bullet slid down the back of her neck and into her clothes.
When she came out again, the not-so-thick cotton coat had been transformed into a fashionable back-slit outfit with a very smooth slit, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
"Haha, this cotton coat is so fashionable. No, we can't just follow the trend with the top, we have to match the pants too."
Two seconds later, the old man's slit pants were ripped open from waist to toe, with only the waistband, about three fingers wide, remaining intact.
The old man covered his buttocks and froze, too stunned to move, his eyes fixed on the white bullet floating in front of him, seemingly showing off.
With only a few steps to the granary, he transformed into a trendsetter, looking fresh and vibrant.
Chou Chou and Xiao Shi deliberately followed behind the old man, intending to give him a surprise. They quietly watched the consequences when the white light bullets floated out, but this unexpected turn of events left them all stunned.
When Guagua slaughters pigs in the space, he doesn't need to boil water to shave them clean; a tiny bit of electricity is all it takes to get them perfectly shaved. But...
"Quack, isn't his head dirty? Your bullet shaved his hair, can you still shave a pig?"
The two brothers rushed into the warehouse and asked the question that concerned them most; they didn't want to eat pork with a scalp smell.
"I have a built-in disinfection system. The bullets are automatically disinfected and sterilized when they are returned to the chamber. They are very clean, so don't worry."
Guagua was having a blast, and after answering, he devoted himself to the great task of shaving, giving free little gifts to all the soldiers and generals who followed him.
Country S, just use the letter S, permanently, you're welcome.
As long as they don't wear hats or wigs, you can tell their nationality just by looking at the top of their heads—how convenient!
"Thanks, stinky egg, how was that performance?"
"Great, it looks good." The patriarch didn't hold back his praise.
Trampling on their dignity is better than taking their lives.
"Guagua, this hairstyle looks good. We all look like a family. Let's make everyone here have the same father!" Shishi also chimed in with her opinion.
"Alright, I guarantee that everyone here tonight will be there, husbands and wives, children, bosses and subordinates all have the same father. How exciting!"
The old general, whose eyes had been fixed on the white bullet, was enraged by this scene. He stopped covering his backside, grabbed a soldier's gun, and gritted his teeth as he began sweeping the open gate of the granary.
"You bastard, how dare you run wild on our territory! I don't care if you're human, god, or ghost, you're all dead!"
His face contorted in a ferocious grimace as he yanked the trigger, emptying the magazine almost instantly.
Bang bang bang...
Bullets bounced and ricocheted randomly, shooting back in all directions.
"Ahhh, the bullet is ricocheting! General, watch out! Everyone, run!"
The scene descended into chaos once more. The old man, who had been bloodthirsty, turned ashen-faced. The invisible wall seemed to be mocking his own overestimation of his abilities.
The words "divine punishment" came to mind again, and he finally accepted the fact that his opponent was invincible and powerful.
Human strength cannot resist the power of spirits and gods.
Before the war even began, they were utterly defeated.
Why?
Why?
The granary doors were wide open and the lights were on, a deliberate act by Xie Lin to make the other side watch their grain disappear bit by bit.
Once one granary was empty, they would move on to another. The three granaries that supported the army's three meals a day were emptied in just a few minutes.
“Hey, this city’s army is really rich. Should we go to another city to plunder? Dad’s soldiers are too skinny. When they’re hungry, they have to pick up food from the ground. They’re so pitiful.”
Shishi has become addicted and is now eyeing the granaries of other military camps.
While being groomed, Guagua took a moment to chime in.
“Master, our soldiers on the northern border are even more pitiful. They not only don’t have enough to eat, but they also don’t have enough warm clothes. We not only have to rob grain, but also take away warm clothes, trousers and coal.”
Since we're already here, let's just take care of everything at once. We need to make sure they're well-fed and warm. We can't guarantee this forever, but at least let them have a good winter this year.
Throughout history, the hardest-working people have always been the soldiers on the front lines. They use their tall and broad bodies as human walls to shelter the people from the wind and rain, providing them with a peaceful and warm haven.
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