"We are from the Iranian Disaster Relief Committee, why do you block our way?" Qiu Yanlin of Persian asked knowingly. The villagers looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, a relatively old and thin man stood up. He was not at all taboo and said straight in one fell swoop: "No matter who you are, as long as we pass by us, we will crush our roads and need to leave road repairs." Persian

Qiu Yanlin looked at the bumpy dirt road under her feet, and was a little amused. This reason was too far-fetched. She waved to more than a dozen bodyguards under her and said deliberately loudly: "Please don't stop the government from disaster relief and go home quickly." Pers

These bodyguards, who were strong and strong, stood in front of these thin villagers, like a mountain. Logically, the villagers would be frightened by the fierce appearance of these people. But they did not retreat, but instead took a few steps forward together: "We need disaster relief. Leave half of the supplies on your truck for us, and we will let you go." Pers

The main reason why they dare to be so unafraid of death is not only because they rely on the large number of people, but because they are hungry. When they are forced into desperate situations, they don’t care about so many people.

"Bang bang bang" Seeing that the words were useless, Qiu Yanlin took out her pistol and fired three shots into the sky. Seeing that the security team leader showed his strength, these trained bodyguards also collectively fired their guns. The villagers never expected that all of them were equipped with guns. At first, they were indeed frightened and stood there without moving. After a long time, they came to their senses. I don't know who took the lead, so they ran towards the village with a strange scream. With a huh, more than 300 villagers at the scene ran hundreds in the blink of an eye.

The remaining people stood there, looking at a loss.

Seeing that this method had worked, Qiu Yanlin fired a few more shots into the sky: "I'll say it again, hurry up and make way out, otherwise I'll be polite to you." Pers

"You're welcome" just after I finished speaking, an Arab man next to me pointed to the back of the crowd and shouted: "Team leader, look." Persian Qiu Yanlin looked in the direction of the bodyguard's finger. She saw that the villagers who had just run back to the village turned back one after another, and there were some bows and arrows in their hands. Even three or four hunting rifles could be seen.

Now, the confrontation may turn into an armed fight. Seeing the villagers taking out their bows and arrows and hunting rifles, the villagers who stayed there became more confident. They turned a blind eye to the guns in the hands of the bodyguards and began to press forward step by step. After a while, the two sides argued, verbally started pushing, and finally fought directly. Because Qiu Yanlin did not issue an order, the bodyguards did not dare to move the guns, so they had to close the insurance and fight with the villagers.

There were three hundred villagers in front of me. Even if one bullet was killed, Qiu Yanlin and her dozen bodyguards would not leave alive. Moreover, the other party was just some extremely hungry farmers. If they ruthlessly massacred them, Qiu Yanlin would really be unable to bear this heart.

The situation at the scene became more and more chaotic, and at this moment, it was about to reach the point of losing control.

At this moment, a white shadow flashed to Qiu Yanlin. Before the two tall and thin villagers could understand what was going on, they flew backwards two or three meters.

The villagers next to him saw that this was a young man in his thirties, wearing a white shirt and a red tie, his pants were blue, and his leather shoes were black. The hair on both sides of his head was shaved flat, leaving only the hair on the top of his head, giving people a ruthless feeling. This man had a rebellious face, his eyes were so bright that he could flash. He looked like he was not a local person.

Bai Ying curled her lips and said evilly: "The people who dare to touch the East Asia Group are impatient." He only used 20% of the feet just now, and the two of them couldn't stand the pain. Sitting on the ground and rubbing their stomachs, beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down their cheeks.

The villagers couldn't understand what Bai Ying was saying at all. They only knew that the other party had hit someone, so of course they wouldn't give up so much. The villagers with seven or eight hand-made sticks and hoes immediately surrounded Bai Ying. Neither side used bows or arrows or guns, because they were afraid of making things worse and did not want any casualties among their own people.

"Brother Ren, I'll bring you your knife." A young man with a red face and long beard held a Tang sword in his hand and threw it at Bai Ying. Bai Ying was not someone else, Ren Changfeng. The young man who handed him the knife was Xiao Guan Yu.

Ren Changfeng took the knife and did not pull out the blade, but used the scabbard to fight the villagers. These villagers could not be the opponents of the old world who often struggled on the battlefield. In less than half a minute, more than a dozen villagers were knocked to the ground and could not get up. This was his mercy and mercy, otherwise he could kill seven or eight of them with his hands.

At this time, Yuan Tianzhong, Xiao Zhangfei, He Haoran, Dong Xinlei and more than ten white blood brothers were all present. With their help, more than one hundred villagers were injured. This was because they did not use guns. If they had fired the guns, most of the villagers present would have been killed or injured. Those who were holding bows and arrows and hunting rifles were frightened to death when they saw the situation in front of them. Their fingers were hesitant at the rubber bands and triggers.

Anger encouraged them to attack these people. Reason told them not to do this, and more villagers would die in that way. After hesitating for a long time, no one dared to do this.

Just as they were fighting with bare hands, Xie Wendong got out of the car, accompanied by Zhang Yating and the Five Elements. He came to the battle site, took out his silver gun and fired a few shots at the sky: "Don't hit you anymore, stop."

The military order was like a mountain. After hearing this, the people on Xie Wendong stopped immediately. The villagers could not understand Xie Wendong's words at all. When they saw the other party stopping, they said 10,000 words in their hearts, "Long live Allah, thank you Allah." If they continue to fight like this, they really don't know how to stop. Although they were wrong first, many people still feel a little embarrassed when they see the pitiful gaze in these people's eyes.

Xie Wendong handed Qiu Yanlin to the front and said silently: "Qiuxiaojie". Qiu Yanlin lowered her head like a disaster, and did not dare to look at Xie Wendong's gaze. The reason for the current situation was caused by the unfavorable situation of her own affairs. No matter how Xie Wendong was preparing to punish herself, she would accept it.

"I'll translate, I'll translate."
Chapter completed!