"Anyone who dares to shoot and injure someone in Wang Village will not leave alive!"
"Go and intercept them from behind!!!"
at the same time.
Zhang Cheng and his group, who had just rushed into Wang Village, also heard the sudden gunshot.
Oh no!
"Snap! Snap!"
Without Zhang Xiangui giving the order, everyone had already loaded their bullets.
"Quickly, find Changheng immediately, don't let him be surrounded!"
Zhang Xiangui was extremely anxious and ran away as fast as he could.
Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, pulled out a military dagger from his inner lining, and charged ahead in the direction of the gunfire.
Li Yongheng, holding a hunting rifle, darted swiftly through the alleyways.
The cacophony of voices coming from all directions made him realize that escaping was extremely difficult.
His gaze swept across the area and spotted an old house nearby. He immediately went forward and pushed open the door.
During the day, few houses in the village lock their doors.
He closed the heavy wooden door, glanced left and right, grabbed the ladder behind the door, and climbed up to the second floor.
At this time, most houses in the mountain village were single-story, with the second floor usually used to store grain and miscellaneous items and was uninhabited.
Li Yongheng rushed to the window, pushed open the wooden window, and stared coldly outside.
Soon, villagers from Wang Village, armed with hunting rifles and pitchforks, ran through the alleyways.
"Bang!"
Another gunshot rang out.
Li Yongheng felt a pang of anxiety, guessing that Zhang Xiangui and his men had entered the village and clashed with the villagers of Wang Village.
now.
At the village entrance, Wang Huanchun glared angrily at Zhang Xiangui and his men across the way, and began to curse loudly:
"Zhang Xiangui, how dare you! You actually sneak into the village and injure people. Do you really think we're dead and won't fight back?"
Zhang Jucai and others gripped their hunting rifles tightly, pointing the muzzles directly at the villagers of Wang Village across the street.
"Wang Huanchun, stop talking nonsense! Hand over Changheng, or I'll fight you to the death!"
Zhang Xiangui's face turned bright red, and he shouted hoarsely.
"Bah! You dare to talk about fighting to the death? Come on, I've never been afraid!"
"You bastards from Zhangjia Village, you won't leave Wang Village today!"
The villagers of Wangcun standing next to Wang Huanchun all raised their hunting rifles.
The air was so heavy it seemed as if it would drip water.
The two sides, numbering several dozen, were all flushed and breathing heavily. If a shot were fired, blood would surely splatter on the spot.
"Hand over Changheng, and the matter of the fruit trees being cut down will be wiped clean!" Zhang Xianggui gritted his teeth.
"fart!"
"Li Yongheng will not leave alive if he harms my villagers!"
Not far from the two groups of people, at a corner of an alley, Zhang Cheng stood hidden to the side, coldly observing the situation.
Both sides were already out of control, yet they were both trying their best to restrain themselves. They both knew that whoever fired first would have a devastating consequence.
However, in this situation, no one could persuade them to stop. Wang Huanchun couldn't control the villagers of Wang Village, and Zhang Xiangui couldn't convince Zhang Jucai and his group either.
Unless the government intervenes, the conflict is unsolvable. But this place is forty or fifty miles away from the county seat...
Zhang Cheng did not want to see rivers of blood flow.
His mind raced, trying to figure out how to get both sides to stop fighting.
Suddenly, a glint flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes. He turned around abruptly and ran towards the Wangcun Ancestral Hall.
At this moment, the women and children of Wang Village stayed indoors, while all the men in the village flocked to the village entrance.
Zhang Cheng traveled at a brisk pace but did not encounter a single villager from Wang Village.
"Er Gouzi!"
Zhang Cheng paused, looked up, and saw Li Yongheng leaning out of the second-floor window of the old house next door.
"Uncle Changheng, come down quickly!"
"Okay, wait a moment!" Li Yongheng shrank back.
A moment later, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and Li Yongheng cautiously peeked out, rushing to Zhang Cheng with an anxious expression.
Why did you turn back again?
Zhang Cheng smiled wryly: "Uncle, do you think I can stay away from coming back?"
Li Yongheng stamped his foot: "Where are the village chief and the others?"
"At the village entrance, they confronted the people of Wang Village."
"I will take full responsibility for this!" Li Yongheng said, and then rushed towards the village entrance.
"Smack!"
Zhang Cheng grabbed Li Yongheng's shoulder and said in a steady voice, "Uncle, if you go there now, you'll only make things worse."
If Li Yongheng shows up, the villagers of Wang Village will definitely open fire on the spot. At that time, do you think Zhang Jucai and his men will stand idly by?
"What should we do?" Li Yongheng asked, his face full of worry.
Zhang Cheng's gaze was deep as he glanced in the direction of the ancestral hall, his tone resolute: "Follow me!"
Where to go?
Zhang Cheng's lips curled into a cold, hard smile. He didn't answer directly, but instead uttered three words, carrying an undeniable resolve:
Burn down the ancestral hall!
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