After Crossing, and Husband Brought Hundreds of Millions of Supplies To Farm

"Simple. I heard that life in your village is going well. Our brothers came over to discuss food."

The village head narrowed his eyes after hearing this, and then carefully looked at the dozen or so people opposite him.

Finding that each of them has a cruel look on their faces, and each of them is wearing a different type of knife, you know that the visitor is not good.

Then he suppressed the anger in his heart, pointed to the grain bag beside them and said, "Didn't you already get the things, then hurry up and leave, we won't pursue it."

"No, village head, I..." An old man who was arrested immediately retorted, but before he could finish his sentence, his neck was broken by the detainees.

That's right, it's twisting, that clean and neat technique, if they haven't served in the military, then these people must be habitual offenders.

The captured hostage was frightened by this move, and immediately screamed.

At the same time, the family members of the old man cried and shouted, but they were quickly stopped by the refugees.

And the villagers were also terrified. Many of them hadn't even hurt anyone, let alone killed anyone. Few of them could calm down.

"Who are you?" the village head asked.

At the same time, Zhou Ying took two bags of tear gas from the space and handed it to Gu Chengrui.

Gu Chengrui was stunned for a moment and understood what she meant, then took it and whispered: "Be careful, don't get out of the crowd, these people are desperadoes at first sight."

After finishing speaking, he retreated to one, and then threw tear gas powder over the refugees one after another.

Zhou Ying immediately took out the slingshot and hit the paper bag. The two paper bags burst instantly, and the powder scattered in all directions like a goddess.

The refugees didn't know what it was at all, and looked up curiously, but it was too late when they found out that something was wrong.

One by one, they covered their faces and screamed.

The hostages were stunned for a moment, but they quickly came to their senses and ran towards the villagers immediately.

After the village chief reacted, he immediately waved his hand and let the villagers rush over with their weapons.

Seeing this, the refugees knew that it was going to be bad, and one of them immediately endured the pain and grabbed the last half-old child.

Zhou Ying immediately hit him on the arm with a slingshot, and the man let out a scream and immediately withdrew his hand.

When the refugees saw that something was wrong, they turned around and ran away. The village chief immediately shouted: "Catch them, life or death."

When everyone heard this, they immediately chased after him.

However, although the refugees were so choked that they couldn't open their eyes, they didn't lose their fighting power. Instead, they became irritable because they were calculated.

Turning on the miscellaneous knife in his hand was about to kill people, and the villagers really didn't dare to use it for a while.

"Hit their arms with martial arts." Gu Chengrui walked over with a knife in his hand and said.

Then they began to chop their arms holding weapons with the back of the knife. Although the back of the knife would not hurt anyone, it was really painful, so cutting one would cost one's hand.

The villagers immediately understood what he meant, and rushed up one by one, screaming.

Then three or four people fought around one person, and after a while, all the dozen or so refugees were captured by them.

Gu Chengrui was afraid that something would happen to them, so he directly removed their feet, making them unable to move.

The village chief finally breathed a sigh of relief and came over and asked, "Who are you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want to kill or scrape casually." The leader poked his neck and said, and there was no trace of reluctance on his face, but he was happy to see the result.

This made it difficult for the village chief to make a decision for a while.

But before he could make a decision, the sons and grandchildren of the old man who died before had already swung their sticks at the heads of the refugees.