C270 Super Weapons for Villagers

The walls on both sides of the street had collapsed, and a large tractor was roaring with black smoke as it charged out.

In front of the tractor was a harvester, like a giant tank, barreling through the crowd.

There was another crash across the street, and another car came rushing out, a rake behind the tractor.

The laborer was scared out of his wits. He threw his shield under the wheel of the tractor and tried to stop the rolling wheel.

As soon as the driver started the engine of the iron trap, a shield was thrown into the air and crushed into pieces, turning into the size of a palm, which then fell to the ground.

The laborers who came from the countryside knew how powerful this thing was and quickly retreated.

Those who were slow in running were hit by tractors, and the villagers didn't crush them. Those who were slow in running were hit by tractors, and those who weren't able to run were hit by the tractors.

The laborers who rushed into the village were swept away by the tractor like birds and beasts, regardless of whether there were any ambushes in the alley or not, they all rushed into the alley like a swarm of bees.

As they entered the alley, the sounds of explosions on the walls shook the earth. The villagers let out fireworks, heard the noises as the laborers crouched on the ground, and then dropped a fishing net above their heads, trapping them inside.

Some got into the alley and drove out of a gate with a brick tractor. The long car was filled with stones. A few children sat on the cars. They picked up rocks and threw them at their heads.

Like raindrops, the stone was smashed so hard that blood flowed from its head.

Kids who was standing on the carriage shouted, "Squat on the ground, don't move!"

The laborer obediently hugged his head and squatted on the ground. It was just like how the children used to hold the red tassels in their hands and shout at the second ghost to surrender their guns and not kill them!

A lot of migrant workers poured in from the village, not because of the fighting, but because the villagers considered them enemies who had invaded their homes, and because there were tractors in the village.

In the village, the tractor became the most dazzling weapon, like a tank, roaring and slamming back and forth, shattering the ranks of the laborers, crushing the fighting determination of the power-filled laborers to pieces under the call of a thousand dollars.

A companion's leg was crushed into the wheel and broke.

There was another hand that was wrapped inside, and it was bleeding profusely. It was a shocking sight to behold.

The laborers thought, money is only for oneself, life is for oneself!

They decisively gave up on attacking.

The villagers had already set up a ten-sided ambush. Entering the village was easy and difficult.

Seeing the chaotic state of the laborers, the sky above the village was filled with the sound of fireworks. One after another, bullets flew up into the sky, bursting out with bright fireworks. No one was in the mood to look at the sky. The explosion sounds were so loud that their ears hurt. The scraps of paper that had fallen after the fireball exploded landed on their heads. It was as if they had been hit by hail! He couldn't help but tremble.

Dozens of fireworks were fired in the courtyard of every household. The sky above Zongzhuang was even more lively than it was during New Year's.

The huge explosion blew the workers' mood to the skies!

Zhao Chuanqi could tell that the reason the villagers released fireworks was definitely not to scare the laborers into fighting psychological warfare. It was probably a signal, looking at the flowers in the sky, how much like a signal flare.

With the last explosion, the villagers' courtyard was in an uproar.

The frightened laborers saw the tightly shut doors of the villagers being opened. The able-bodied villagers rushed out of their homes with shovels, forks, hoes and all sorts of other weapons.

The three pieces of dung gleamed, and the spade was polished.

The villagers shouted, "Attack the bandits! Charge!"

The laborers almost fell to the ground. They all went out to work, so how could they become bandits on someone's territory?

They had some understanding of the law, since ancient times, they had sneaked into homes and killed themselves for nothing. Even though you have yet to enter the house, you are still in someone's village. With so many people coming here with ulterior motives, they will think you are here for a good deed! Stop dreaming! If you're here for a good deed, they welcome you with a shit fork!

The laborers had been feeling guilty from the very beginning! How could he be in the mood to fight? For money? Even two thousand yuan wouldn't be enough to beat him.

The laborers who had rushed into the village pushed and shoved each other as they ran out of the village.

The order was thrown into disarray, and soon became unmanageable.

At the entrance of the village, there were still many people who did not know about the situation in the village. When they saw the menacing and murderous villagers about to run out, two groups of people fiercely collided with each other.

No matter what, you villagers are not wearing the clothes of laborers, nor are you wearing police uniforms. Since your identity is a mess, then we can only treat you as bandits who are plotting against us.

The local people had always been fierce, otherwise how could those devils have dared to make such a scene? The villagers treated them as bad people, so their attacks became heavier. They mercilessly swung their shovels at their legs. The injured laborers were dripping with blood. Some of the wounds were as thick as fingers, and blood was gushing out from them.

Some were hit by the shovels and couldn't even lift their shoulders.

A laborer threw away his baton, held his head and squatted on the ground.

The villagers' eyes were completely red. With so many people coming from the village, it was as if they could raze the entire village to the ground. Now that they wanted to surrender, what was they supposed to do? The villagers didn't sign any Geneva agreements, and regardless of whether you surrendered or not, when they saw people who weren't from their own village, when they saw people in police uniforms, they would swing their weapons and hit them.

Several laborers who were crouching on the ground were smashed to the ground in a pool of blood.

There was almost no way for the laborers to retreat. Some of them raised their shields to block the attack while others with batons began to retaliate.

Some of the people at the front started fighting with the villagers.

The baton was too short, so how could it be a match for a forklift hoe? Not long after, the number of casualties was great. Some of them had their arms hurt by the fork, while others had their shoulders hoed by the hoe. Some of them were lying on the ground, pretending to be dead. The villagers continued to throw their shovels at them, and the laborers were beaten until they were rolling all over the ground. The more they rolled, the more they fought until they couldn't move at all.

More than two hundred villagers were chasing after a thousand laborers.

Suddenly, smoke rose from the center of the street. Someone shouted, "Fire!"

In the free-for-all, it was unknown who ignited the fire, but in the blink of an eye, Fatty Wu turned into a flaming person, frantically rolling around on the ground. Several villagers took off their coats and placed them on top of him. At least they had saved his life.

Yang Gang's father had also gotten hit, he was so scared that he lost his wits and ran around with his fire all over his body. After being hit by a few laborers on the ground, his clothes were burnt to ashes and his body was covered in blood bubbles.

The most miserable of them all was the injured hoodlum. In the previous free-for-all, he was stepped on repeatedly and several of them had already died from anger.

Even if the villagers could not find the laborers, they still liked to vent their anger on them. The spade and hoe were aimed at their faces, and the bullies were beaten beyond recognition.

In a flash of fire, the laborers saw that the fire could run. They had gasoline on them and a wall of fire around them. There was nowhere to run. They lay on the ground and shouted for help, rolling around on the ground.

The fire caused heavy casualties and quickly separated the two sides of the battle. The villagers stood in the middle of the village with their weapons raised, surrounded by the smoke of the civilian workers.

Others were shouting, Stop it, we were hired, too.

The two sides fell into a brief stalemate.

Yang Gang supported his injured father back as he walked, Zhao Chuanqi followed Ma Manager to the entrance of the village to receive him. The Ma Manager gave a brief condolences to the Old Yang and fell into a state of extreme anxiety. What should they do now? They thought that with so many people entering the village, they would still be able to swallow thousands of miles in anger.

There were reports that hundreds of people had come out of the nearby village and were rushing towards the village.

Ma Manager knew that the reinforcements were not theirs and were about to be hit by enemies from all over. He trembled as he took out his phone and could not hold on any longer, so he called for reinforcements. He had dialed 110, and received a call from a Deputy Director!

Deputy Director ridiculed after he answered the phone. Damn, didn't they tell us to go back to the village in three hours? How come we can't even hold on in less than two hours? Deputy Director extinguished the cigarette in his hand and walked outside.

Ten police cars were ready to go. Seeing him come out, a team leader came up to him and opened the door of one of the cars.

The police car headed towards Zongzhuang.

When Deputy Director went over, he was surprised to find that the ambulance was a few steps ahead of them. While they were still on the road, some of the ambulances had already returned. Deputy Director felt very complicated in his heart, he hoped that he would not die. When they were almost to the Zongzhuang, he ordered a policeman to screen the signal for area no. 3.

Then the police car drove into the village in a grandiose manner.

The village entrance was filled with abandoned vehicles, so it was impossible for them to enter.

The police had no choice but to get out of the car. Deputy Director was wearing brand-new leather shoes and walking on the bumpy dirt road. One of them accidentally sprained his leg, while the other two supported him.

He walked past the truck that had been blown to the ground and saw the front part of the car. It was simply too horrible to look at! Isn't it just an armfight? Why would he even use his heavy weapon!

The driver came out as if he had received a huge shock, "Why did you guys only just arrive? A lot of people died in there!"

Deputy Director was furious: "This Old horse, what is he doing, didn't he guarantee that no one will live!" He misunderstood the driver and thought it was the villagers who had died.

With the support of two policemen, Deputy Director walked to the village entrance. Ma Manager ran over eagerly: "Chief Zhang, you're finally here.

The first thing Vice Director Zhang asked was, "Speak, how many died?"

Ma Manager replied, "A dozen."

Vice Director Zhang became anxious and scolded: "F * ck, that surnamed Ma, didn't you say you wouldn't kill me! "How the fuck do you expect me to explain after f * cking getting rid of dozens of civilians!"

Ma Manager was close to tears: "My Director, the commoners have not died, those who have died are my people!"

When Vice Director Zhang heard this, he calmed down and continued to speak in a coarse voice: "Your men are all trash, there are so many people who can't handle a few commoners!"

Ma Manager wanted to cry, "It's not that we can't, it's just that they are too strong, you should go in and see!"

Vice Director Zhang tidied up his police uniform, coughed a few times, cleared his throat and said: "Alright, let's go in and see, what exactly is the situation. Pay attention, the villagers are in a bad mood, pay attention to your words!" he said to the policeman beside him.

At this moment, most of the workers had already retreated out of the village. All that was left on the road were the wounded. Ambulances moved back and forth, and there were even nurses and doctors busying themselves on the streets of the village!

Seeing the police, the villagers rushed out into the street from all directions, mixed with the sound of crying.

When the police officer saw this, he was so frightened that his face turned pale. A police officer put his hand on his gun holster …