Some people even tried to jump over the wall, but they were all pushed back one by one by the bamboo poles outside. Everyone realized that the bandits no longer had pistols and that the wolf leader was no longer a threat. So they pounced on them and started hacking wildly.
Seeing these fearless farmers, the bandits quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.
The wolf leader, whose hand had been severed, was lying on the ground, barely alive, due to excessive blood loss.
A group of young people outside the wall stopped and looked at Si Cheng with admiration when they saw that no one was jumping over the wall.
Although they were initially frightened, the people who climbed the wall didn't give them a chance to think back. After a tense and dangerous action, their fear had long since faded.
Si Cheng walked over and picked up the pistol from the severed hand. He opened the magazine and checked it, finding that there were still three bullets left.
"Brother Cheng, that's so cool."
"It's even more exciting than in the movies, Brother Cheng, you'll be my idol from now on."
Si Cheng bent down to pick up the machete beside him and said to them, "You guys are pretty good too. Those few stabs were really accurate."
"Those few hits were really exhilarating. It's a pity that more of those cowards climbed up. I felt like I hadn't had enough of them."
"That's right, I only managed to hit one."
"Fortunately, we held our ground here, otherwise some of them might have escaped."
"My brother Cheng was really awesome. He chopped off my hand with a flying cleaver. I was stunned the next time."
"I saw the hand carrying the gun fly out, and the next time I felt a pain in my own hand."
"Being next to Brother Cheng, I feel like I have something to talk about for the rest of my life."
"I'll have something to brag about when I get back."
Watching Si Cheng fiddling with the pistol in his hand, taking out all the bullets from the magazine and putting them into his backpack.
"Everyone, remember this: this is the gun we found, we don't even know if it's loaded," Si Cheng specifically instructed everyone. "If this gun is loaded, it's dangerous no matter who gets it, everyone understand?"
The group quickly nodded, "Brother Cheng, don't worry, we don't know anything."
"Brother Cheng, can we touch the gun? This is the first time I've ever seen one."
Si Cheng handed them the gun in his hand, "See? There's no danger at all now."
He stood to one side, quietly listening to the sounds coming from inside the wall.
The people inside were quickly tied up by the villagers and thrown onto the ground.
"Brother Cheng, I'll put the ladder down first, you guys come in first and then we'll talk." At this moment, Da Xiong moved a ladder over and placed it directly outside the wall.
When they climbed over the wall and entered the village, the wolf leader was glaring at them fiercely. He didn't know who had cut off his hand, and at that moment he felt that all of them deserved to die.
No matter how fiercely he glared, Si Cheng and his group didn't take him seriously. By this time, he was already covered in wounds and barely clinging to life.
To prevent him from dying too easily, the villagers tied his hands with cloth to prevent him from bleeding to death.
When they saw Si Cheng and the others come in, the young people of Pinghe Village all called him Brother Cheng. Even Yun Xun and the others, who usually called him Brother-in-law, also started calling him Brother Cheng.
The people from the other villages looked at Si Cheng thoughtfully. It seemed that the wolf leader's hand had been cut off by the young man's throwing knife.
People were injured in several villages. The injured were taken into houses to receive treatment. Fortunately, they were wearing many layers of clothing in the weather, so their injuries were not very serious.
The bandits weren't so lucky. Many of them had their clothes slashed to pieces, and blood was gushing from their bodies. No matter how much they begged, no one helped them stop the bleeding.
Next came the question of how to deal with these bandits. The people of Majia Village advocated killing them outright, but the other villages felt that it would be too cruel.
"You won't feel pain unless the knife cuts you," one of the indignant villagers said, losing his temper.
"How can you talk like that?" Village Chief Ma quickly stopped him. "I'm so sorry, everyone. His whole family has suffered. His wife and daughter were shot just now, and we don't know how they are now."
Hearing this, no one said anything more. If it were their own family in this situation, they probably would have just chopped these people into mincemeat.
In fact, Sicheng also agreed to eliminate these people completely. If they were allowed to return to the mountains, it would be a bloodbath if they were to retaliate later.
Village Chief Ma probably thought of this as well, which is why he never intended to let these people go from the beginning.
Si Cheng spoke up on behalf of Pinghe Village: "No matter how Majia Village handles it, we in Pinghe Village have no objection, but I personally advocate that we should not let them off the hook."
With Sicheng taking the lead, other villages also agreed that Majia Village should handle the matter itself, since they were the biggest victims.
In order to make these people repent in front of the dead, the village chief Ma ordered the villagers of Majia Village to carry the corpses of the dead in the village to the entrance of the village.
Seeing the corpses being carried out of the village one by one, even those who still felt that the decision to eliminate all the bandits was somewhat cruel fell silent.
People even saw the corpses of several children inside. These beasts were too cruel. Some people couldn't help but go up and kick them a few more times.
The previous girls could not be saved either. The old woman who had been shot earlier, but was shot in the leg, was also helped by her relatives to the village entrance with the bodies of the girls.
"You beast, give me back Fanglai!" The old woman saw the eldest wolf on the ground, pounced on him and bit him with her mouth, tearing a large chunk of flesh off his body.
Several other elderly women also joined in, punching and kicking the villagers. Knowing there was no hope of getting help, the group glared fiercely at the villagers in front of them.
Looking at the dozens of corpses laid out before them, the villagers of Majia Village couldn't help but cry. These were all their relatives, who had been alive and laughing with them not long ago, but now they lay there cold, having suffered such cruel treatment before their deaths.
It's unclear who started it, but someone rushed forward and began punching and kicking the person on the ground. The entire village swarmed in, even the young children joined in, kicking them a few times.
Some people couldn't bear to step forward and try to persuade him, but they were all pulled back by those around them. Looking at the villagers' bodies laid out at the village entrance, he sighed, turned away, and said nothing more.
The people of Majia Village went berserk, venting their anger relentlessly. They tortured everyone on the ground to death before kneeling down and weeping bitterly.
After the pain subsided, Village Chief Ma seemed to have aged many years. He stood up and bowed deeply to the villagers from several villages who had come to help.
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