"Stop, you little thief, do you know whose bamboo belongs to? How dare you get the ground on Tai Sui's head?" Someone shouted and chased forward.

"I said, I said, be careful, are they a group of people?" Another person behind him was panting.

He dared not not chase after him, just because the owner was staring at the corner building of the courtyard.

Most of the bamboo piles were gone, and they were snatched away by the refugees.

At least those of them in the compound thought that those people were refugees, although they couldn't figure out what the refugees who had come over did not steal food and steal bamboo from their master's house.

The two servants chased after each other, and soon they walked around a hill and disappeared from the owner's sight.

"These refugees are getting more and more courageous. They are not stealing, they are just robbing them!" said a man who looked like a housekeeper next to the owner.

The owner responded without comment and his face turned gloomy.

Their family is the richest in this town. The courtyard has large walls and corner towers on the corners.

When the owner was still in the house, the people on duty on the corner tower came to report in a panic that there were refugees robbing their bamboo.

After the owner climbed the corner tower, he saw that the bamboo piles stored outside the courtyard had been almost half removed!

"Have Hu Laoliu and the others come back?" After a while, seeing that the two servants of his family disappeared behind the hill were no longer moving, the owner asked.

"Master, I have sent someone to inform them." The butler quickly replied, and then he stretched his head and looked back while holding the railing with his hands on the corner tower.

"Oh, lord, we're back, our people are back!" the butler said hurriedly with his neck retracted.

The Japanese army occupied Nanjing City. Fortunately, their son surrendered and became a puppet army to plead with the Japanese army. In addition, the location of the town was not important, so the Japanese army just sent people to come and checked and stopped going.

The master heard from his son's men that the blood of the Japanese soldiers killed in Nanjing had blocked the streets.

How difficult it would be to protect his family property in this troubled times, so he organized a 20-person hospital guard team to clean up the refugees who fled here every day.

Logically speaking, he could have driven all these refugees away with guns, but he felt it was a pity to drive them away. Anyway, he was also with the Japanese, so he could receive all these refugees in his name by then. Then, he would be a good laborer to do his job!

But who would have thought that those refugees who are so brave today would dare to peel off their own bamboo piles? This is a great deal? But I took this opportunity to kill the refugee who took the lead and established my authority.

When the butler heard that his person was back, a cold smile appeared on the owner's face.

He saw his men running past the wall beneath him with a rifle, big sword, red tassel, spear, and he walked down the corner tower, and his butler hurriedly followed.

He is hard to serve. To put it nicely, he dares to do it because he is just that others dare not do it, otherwise he would not have won such a large amount of property. To put it nicely, he is stubborn and self-righteous. Such a person will make people angry and resentful, but he will do his own thing.

The owner walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back and walked towards the hill in front. Although he walked with his hands behind his back, he was extremely fast, while the butler was hunching his waist and swaying in small steps.

At this moment, two gunshots of "bang" and "bang" came from the hill in front, and the owner was not afraid and moved forward.

Only his family has a gun. What's so scary about the gunshot? I think it was his subordinates who fired fire to shock the refugees or directly fired fire to establish their authority.

"Those poor guys, this time I caught them, I asked them to kneel at the door of the master's house to serve as a warning!" The butler gasped and followed along the way without forgetting to give advice to his master.

And the master was just thinking that he was old and treacherous. When his father was alive, the housekeeper followed him, but that was the one who understood the master's intentions best.

Yes, let those poor sticks kneel in rows in front of their homes! The owner thought.

Finally, the two of them bypassed the hill.

After walking around the hill, they saw rows of people kneeling in front, while the people next to them were also watching with guns.

But at this moment, the master and servant who arrived later were stunned, because they saw that the ones kneeling on the ground were their people, and the ones who were wearing tattered guns next to them were refugees!

"Oh!" What you see was not what you thought, and the butler shouted.

At that time, the owner felt that his brain was blank. His reaction was faster than his old housekeeper. Not only did he see his own people kneeling, but he also saw the people who were watching him have short guns like box cannons in their hands. His family does not have short guns!

No! The owner didn't know what he was thinking, so he turned around and ran away.

However, at this time, someone pointed a gun at him on the hillside behind him.

He knew the gun, and he heard from his son that the gun was begging the machine, and there were many holes in the barrel for heat dissipation, and the "twist" ones were like machine guns when they were shot!

"Heroes, all the heroes, you have to discuss something!" The master did not dare to move the weapon he used when he saw the other party. However, his butler was also loyal and brave. He even took a step forward and blocked the gun pointing to the master with himself.

"Second uncle!" The master called his own housekeeper.

The so-called second uncle means that the second uncle of our family is not the second uncle, but when you know how to move forward at a critical moment, is it really better than the second uncle of our family?

But he didn't know that his housekeeper was not afraid of death or was determined to protect him, but he just kept hang out with them. He was particularly sensible, but he had become an instinctive reaction!

"Are you the master of this family?" At this time, the person holding the flower agency spoke.

At this time, the master and servant saw that the gun-carrying man was not young, and there were more folds on his face than the butler in his fifties!

"I, I'm not - this is our master!" The butler waved his hand quickly and directly offered his master's house.

The master was complaining, why did you give me away at this time? It was obvious that this group of refugees are not ordinary people. Have you ever seen refugees use flower machinery and box guns?

At the same time, he was also wondering why such a group of people emerged from his remote countryside.

But before he could figure out a solution, the person who used the flower mechanism opposite had already cursed: "You are either a master or a tycoon. You can make do with it!"

After saying that, the flower mechanism in his hand just waved it, and the stock hit the butler's neck.

I don’t know how much force he used. Under the gun, the butler groaned and fell down. He didn’t move after falling down. It seemed that he was already life and death.

At this moment, the owner was stunned again, and his calf was so scared that he became "thumping".
Chapter completed!