"The water bearer, come here!"
Wei Shanzhi shouted as he fell to the ground exhausted.
Qiao Xuejun was watching from upstairs. The villager put down his shoulder pole and bucket and walked up to Wei Shanzhi in doubt.
"You, when you go up the mountain to fetch water, when you get to the military camp, report to the higher-ups that we are down there, and ask them to send a few more people to look for us. Do you hear me?"
Wei Shan was wise and arrogant.
The villager looked at Wei Shanzhi carefully, seeing them covered in blood: "What happened to you? Can't you get up?"
"I've been fighting mad cow disease for a whole day. Damn, I'm exhausted." Wei Shanzhi cursed, then looked up at the man and said with disdain, "Why do you care so much? I told you to report, so just report!"
There is no mad cow disease to defend during the day, so Wei Shanzhi wants to attack during the day!
When Qiao Xuejun thought of this and wanted to find a solution, she saw the villager suddenly picked up a hatchet dropped by the rebels and stabbed it directly into Wei Shanzhi's chest!
The other three were all shocked when they saw this. Kuang Qianli cursed: "Fuck, why did you suddenly attack me?"
The villager below didn't stop stabbing after the first stab. He pulled out the knife and stabbed Wei Shanzhi a second time, a third time, and stabbed him crazily. The few surviving rebel soldiers nearby were all stunned. They were stunned for a while before shouting: "You, what are you doing! Do you want to die?"
The villager pulled out his knife, walked towards the other rebels, and shouted, "You are the ones who are seeking death now! It is you who are guarding the water source and insisting on offering it! That is obviously our village's water!"
"My mother was reluctant to drink the water we bought with food, so she died of thirst!" The man swung his knife at the rebel's neck, "Go to hell! Go to hell!"
Seeing such a turn of events, the four people were shocked for a moment, and then they felt relieved - no one went to the mountain to ask for help, at least today, the people on the mountain would most likely not come down to cause trouble.
Kuang Qianli said happily: "It's what he deserves! Well done!"
The villager was very strong, while the rebels had just fought with the mad cows for a whole night and had long since run out of strength. They were no match for the villager at all. One of the rebels managed to stand up and try to fight the villager, but he chopped off his head with a knife.
After a while, all six surviving rebels died.
This villager didn't just kill people, he brutally murdered them. He didn't let Wei Shanzhi go even though he saw that the body was already dead. He continued to chop at the body with the hatchet. After a while, the body was no longer in human form.
"Die. Die."
The villager swung his knife and killed people vigorously while cursing angrily.
The sky was hazy and the blood color was blinding.
"Stop looking." After discovering the villager below killing people, Qiao Xuejun covered the eyes of the carpenter next to her to stop her from looking.
Apart from the relief they felt at the beginning when they discovered that the rebels were getting their comeuppance, the more time passed, the heavier their hearts became.
This is not just a simple natural disaster - or rather, when prices started to rise, it was already clear that this was more than just a natural disaster.
Without watching the villagers vent their anger, the four of them couldn't help but avoid them and went straight back to the shelter.
Through the surveillance video, Qiao Xuejun saw that after the villager killed the people, he dropped the hatchet and threw the mad cows killed by the rebels around them at them, and put the hatchet into the hands of the mad cows, as if he wanted to disguise himself as the mad cow who killed people.
But after doing this for a while, he seemed to realize that mad cow disease would not kill people like this, so he picked up the knife again and stuffed it into the hands of the rebels, pretending that the rebels were killing each other.
After doing all this, he was covered in blood and did not go up the mountain again. He went home carrying a bucket of water.
It was not until later that some villagers passed by and discovered the tragic scene that they became panic-stricken and terrified, but they seemed to quickly recognize the identities of the dead through the uniform clothing they were wearing.
No one in the village did not hate these bandits who controlled the lifeline of the water source.
Several villagers passed by one after another, and the villagers in front pretended not to see anything.
A young woman passed by behind. She looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she lit a fire directly at the pile of corpses.
Just click and run.
Qiao Xuejun was shocked. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that the fire was blocked by the wall and would not burn into the yard.
Without wind, the fire will not spread.
The fire was extinguished after it was burned out. The bodies of the mad cow disease and the rebels outside the yard were burned into a charred mass, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Wang Juanfeng recognized the person: "This woman is the sister of the man who killed someone before."
It should be that the man went home and told the story, and then his sister came to clean up the mess and destroy the body.
All eight people who came down the mountain died.
Including the two rebels from the Qiao family, a total of ten were killed. There were a total of forty rebels stationed there, and a quarter of them died immediately.
The rebel camp on the mountain didn't realize something was wrong until the next night, and they came down with a few people to look for people.
Because the eight people didn't go back, the rebels who came to look for people came down with about ten people for safety reasons, and they were very cautious. No one should have tipped them off, and they had no idea that there would be news of mad cow disease at night, so they came directly to Qiao Xuejun's small yard.
It was night again, and the surroundings had been burned clean by a fire, but the residual smell of blood still attracted some mad cow disease. There were only a dozen or so, and they were easily dealt with by the rebels.
The rebels found charred bodies on the ground, but could not tell who they belonged to.
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