Hearing the gunshot, Lao Wen's expression suddenly became cold, and he subconsciously protected Ah Hua.
Looking up, I saw several pickup trucks driving towards me, passing through the tea fields.
A dozen ferocious Red Sleeves Army soldiers came down and drove everyone together.
These people are from Zaka's nephew Sambo.
They tied red scarves on their right arms, so they were also called the Red Sleeves Army.
This group of people is the most cruel one, they do all kinds of evil.
A dark-skinned man got out of the car.
He wears sunglasses and is short and stocky. He is Sambo.
He just kept talking to everyone in a long, boring way, and everyone who heard his words had a slightly changed expression.
But Lao Wen didn't quite understand. He looked at Ah Hua and asked, "What is he saying?"
"These people are here to recruit soldiers. Too many of their people died, and there is a shortage of personnel." Ahua replied.
"Recruiting soldiers?" Old Wen frowned.
Those picking tea on Ruishan Mountain are all old and weak.
He is in his early forties and is considered to be in the prime of life.
Besides him, there were several teenagers.
After Sang Bo finished speaking, he waved his hand and several Red Sleeves Army soldiers went to pull the children away.
The grandmother who is taking care of her little grandson depends on her grandson for survival.
She screamed and knelt down to beg these people, but was kicked down by a Red Sleeves Army soldier.
The people who were captured struggled and screamed, unwilling to be separated from their families, but all they received in response was beatings and kicks.
Old Wen clenched his fists, his eyes filled with coldness.
Just then, a Red Sleeves Army soldier saw Lao Wen.
Feeling that he was still strong, she pointed at him and said, "You, come out."
"No, he is injured. He is a fool and can't fight." Ah Hua subconsciously protected Lao Wen.
A red-sleeved soldier roughly pushed Ah Hua away.
Ah Hua fell to the ground, screaming and begging in Laomo dialect.
But what he was met with was even more wanton beating and insults.
Finally, one of the Red Sleeves Army soldiers lost his patience, grabbed the butt of his gun and hit Ah Hua on the head.
At this critical moment, a hand suddenly appeared and held the opponent's gun butt.
"Enough, I'll go with you." Lao Wen's tone was a little low, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner anger.
Perhaps the aura he exuded was too powerful, so the Red Sleeves Soldier who captured him was slightly stunned.
Then the other person's face showed a little anger, because he felt that Lao Wen was disrespectful to him.
In this land, they are the sky. Who dares to treat them like this?
He roared angrily, clicked the bolt of his gun, pointed it at Old Wen's head, and yelled at him to raise his hands.
The expression on Old Wen's face became extremely cold at this moment.
Although he had lost his memory, he would not allow anyone to point a gun at his head.
"Listen to him, Lao Wen, don't resist, otherwise he will really shoot." Ah Hua was startled and quickly hugged Lao Wen's legs.
Originally, Lao Wen had already reached for the knife at his waist, but Ah Hua's terrified pleading forced him to loosen his grip on the knife.
He pointed his gun and walked into the crowd of conscripts.
Most of the people here are still children, and only a few are about his age.
Sambo took off his sunglasses, walked back and forth between the group of people with a sinister look, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"General Sambo, Old Wen has a brain injury. He is in poor health and will die if he goes to the battlefield."
At this moment, Ah Hua suddenly rushed over and knelt on the ground begging.
"Go back." Old Wen turned his head and scolded.
"I beg you, please." Ah Hua knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.
She gave up all her dignity and fear because she felt that once Lao Wen left, he might never come back.
"Get out of here." A red-sleeved soldier next to Sang Bo kicked Ahua away.
Sang Bo loaded the gun with a click and pointed it at Ahua's head.
"Since you're afraid he won't come back, then go ahead and wait for him out front."
A cold and cruel smile appeared on Sambo's face. He was a devil who killed people without blinking an eye.
"Let her go." A cold voice suddenly came.
The voice was cold and ruthless, with an unquestionable chill.
This made Sang Bo's heart tremble. He turned around and stared at Lao Wen.
"Were you talking just now?"
"Let her go, I'll go with you." Old Wen stared at Sang Bo steadily, without any fear in his eyes.
It seemed that in the eyes of others, Sambo, who was said to be able to eat people and drink blood, was just a clown in his eyes.
"Hahaha." Sang Bo suddenly laughed grimly.
He admitted that he was intimidated by Lao Wen's aura just now.
Because the aura emanating from the other party is simply too powerful.
But he had just looked Old Wen up and down, and he realized that Old Wen was just an ordinary farmer.
Think about him, Sangbo, who eats human flesh and drinks human blood, so how could he be scared by a country bumpkin?
If this gets out, where will his face be?
He took out the gun, his eyes were vicious, his hand was on the trigger, and he was about to pull the trigger.
Suddenly, he turned the gun and pointed it at Ah Hua who was kneeling on the ground.
"Who will die, this woman or you? There are two paths, you choose."
Old Wen stared coldly at Sang Bo in front of him without saying a word.
"Choose, who will die?"
Looking at the other person's expression, Sang Bo couldn't help but smile.
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