Zhao Wei pulled the yellow-haired man beside him, holding a burnt branch in his hand, and quickly drew the terrain of the dense forest on the ground.
"Do you see that mountain stream? The one-eyed dragon must pass through there if he wants to escape back to Mouse Village."
He tapped the dead branch hard, and it was no longer affected by gravity and soon broke into a pile of charcoal.
"Now, have the militia hide tripwires in the vines at the mouth of the stream, and then scatter the remaining gunpowder in the bushes on the other side."
Just as Huang Mao was about to respond, Zhao Wei took off the horn from his waist and said, "Take five people and go around the upper reaches of the mountain stream. When you hear me blow the horn, chop down the crooked tree."
He was referring to the half-dead old locust tree above the mountain stream. Its trunk spanned the surface of the stream, just enough to serve as a temporary bridge. "Remember, chop slowly so that the tree can fall more easily."
At this time, the wildfire will take some time to burn to that place.
After Zhao Wei locked onto the one-eyed man's escape route, he sent someone to take a shortcut and act first.
Haha, you did something bad and you still want to run away?
Duyan will never be able to get rid of this matter in his life. Zhao Wei hates evil and will not let any bad guy go.
After making all the arrangements, Zhao Wei went into the dense forest carrying his shotgun.
He followed the fresh footprints on the ground for half a mile and suddenly heard heavy breathing coming from the front.
When the bushes were pushed aside, the one-eyed man was seen leaning against a rock bandaging his shoulder. The arrow shaft was broken abruptly and blood mixed with mud and water was dripping from the wound.
"Where are you running to?"
Zhao Wei stood up suddenly and pointed the shotgun at the one-eyed man's head.
The other party was startled and drew out the scimitar from his waist and tried to chop, but he lost his aim due to the severe pain in his shoulder.
Zhao Wei dodged sideways, and the butt of the gun hit his wrist heavily, and the scimitar fell to the ground with a clang.
"Brothers! Come on!"
The one-eyed dragon roared and retreated, and a dozen minions rushed out from behind the tree.
Zhao Wei was not in a hurry and blew a long trumpet note into the air.
A moment later, a loud "crack" was heard from upstream, and the old locust tree crashed into the mountain stream with an earth-shaking momentum, just blocking the road on the opposite bank.
The one-eyed man's face turned pale instantly, and he turned around to run back, but his feet were suddenly entangled by vines.
"Tripwire!" He had just shouted out these three words when the bushes on the opposite bank suddenly caught fire. The fire, driven by the wind, formed a wall of fire, completely blocking the retreat route.
The people in Haozi Village were in a panic. Some rushed into the fire and screamed in pain from being burned. Some wanted to jump into the mountain stream but were covered by ropes thrown by the militia.
Zhao Wei approached the one-eyed dragon step by step, watching him struggling on the ground, and suddenly thought of the burned rice fields.
"When you set fire to the village, you didn't think this day would come, did you?"
He pointed his gun at the other man's one-eyed man and said, "Before he died, Wang Jinbao said that you forced him to poison the rice seedlings."
The one-eyed dragon spat out bloody saliva and said, "I just can't stand you guys living a good life! If it has come to this, what do you want to do?"
"Heh... Every country has its own laws, every family has its own rules. You will have your own trial, and I will not kill you."
Well, for such a vicious person, shooting him dead is a blessing to him. Why should we reward him?
He should be made to live a life worse than death, and it would be best if he could spend the rest of his life in prison, repenting for his actions for the rest of his life.
"Take him away!" Zhao Wei waved at the militiamen who came over.
When the one-eyed man was pinned to the ground, he suddenly laughed like crazy.
"You are a bunch of idiots, still playing tricks on me. Your food has already been moved away by our people. Didn't expect that? Hahaha..."
Upon hearing this, the yellow-haired man stepped forward and slapped him in the face, breaking his cheekbone. He was no longer as arrogant as before.
Zhao Wei's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stepped heavily on the back of the one-eyed man's hand that was pressed to the ground. The crisp sound of bones breaking mixed with screams exploded.
"How did your people do it?" His voice was like ice in a mountain stream, and every word was chilling.
We have clearly sent people to defend, this shouldn’t be possible!
unless……
Unexpectedly, the militia he had always trusted actually had a traitor...
This realization is quite painful.
The person he carefully selected was really... you can only know a person's appearance but not his heart!
The one-eyed dragon was twitching in pain, but he still wanted to be violent: "Kill me if you dare... I won't say another word."
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Wei put the butt of the shotgun against his throat, and the iron barrel of the shotgun pressed his tongue so hard that it curled up.
"One last question." Zhao Wei's thumb rubbed the trigger, the bloodshot eyes glowing fiercely in the light spots leaking through the dense forest. "The footprints of your men running to the northwest just now are three times denser than the ones you fled to. The food is hidden in the cave of Yingzui Cliff, right?"
At the moment when the one-eyed dragon's pupils suddenly shrank, the yellow-haired man had already grabbed the collars of two villagers from Mouse Village and rushed over: "Master, these two guys must be the ones who stole the food!"
Zhao Wei didn't look back and waved behind him.
The three militiamen immediately untied their belts and tied the one-eyed man's arms tighter.
"Huang Mao, take ten people with me, and the rest will take the prisoners back to the village and hand them over to the rescue team."
He grabbed the one-eyed man's belt and dragged him up, with the shotgun pressed against his lower back. "Lead the way. If you dare to play tricks, I'll feed you to the wild animals."
The karst cave of Eagle's Beak Cliff is hidden behind the waterfall. Now it is the dry season, so there is naturally no water in this place.
Zhao Wei asked Huangmao to lead the two men to go around the upstream of the waterfall to cut the vines, and he grabbed the one-eyed dragon and moved towards the cave entrance.
As soon as I passed through the cave, I could smell the aroma of grain mixed with the musty smell. A dozen sacks were piled under the stalactites, with loosely tied corn kernels sticking out of the corners of the sacks.
“It’s here.”
Zhao Wei sneered.
He was almost impressed by himself. It was just a small guess, which blew the one-eyed man to pieces. But the other party's subconscious reaction made Zhao Wei realize that he had guessed right.
Hearing rustling sounds coming from deep in the cave, he suddenly pushed the one-eyed man to the militia behind him, raised his gun and shouted, "Who's there? Get out!"
Three men holding short knives jumped out from behind the stalagmite, and the leader raised his knife and started slashing.
Zhao Wei dodged sideways and swept his shotgun across, hitting the opponent's ribs with the butt of the gun.
Taking advantage of the moment when Scarface bent over, he grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it towards himself. The blade brushed against his arm and cut a bloody wound, but when the other party staggered, he kicked him again and knocked him to the ground.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining two people wanted to run towards the cave entrance, but were blocked by the people led by Huangmao.
The militiamen were already well versed in the art of tying people up with vines, and in just a few moments they had tied the struggling man up like a dumpling.
Zhao Wei shook off the blood on his arm and kicked away the sack at his feet.
Corn kernels rolled out of the breach, shining golden in the light of the torches.
"Huangmao, ask someone to find some rattan to make baskets and pack the grain."
He stared at the dead face of the one-eyed dragon, and suddenly thought of those dead traitors, so he said: "What tricks did you use to make these people give up their good lives and come to mess with you!"
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