Chapter 478 The broken red robe!

This night is very quiet, just like thousands of days and nights in the past, but how many people are suffering from insomnia everywhere in China. In the courtyard of the Yanjing Zhu family, Mr. Zhu has been abstaining from drinking for more than 20 years. Tonight, he sits alone on the rattan chair under the sycamore tree, singing the sad Peking Opera and drinking the Erguotou bought from the outside. After meditating for a long time, he only revealed a few words.

"I only feel that the sky is collapsing, and I want to save Yuanyuan with my bare hands! Great talent, great talent! Hahaha..."

Half an hour after the early morning, a sound of drums suddenly rippled next to the deserted reservoir in the suburbs of Hangzhou, and the sound of drums spread so that it could be heard within a few miles of the reservoir.

In the dense forest a miles away from the reservoir, there are two figures squatting against the tree, fully armed, bulletproof vests and anti-infrared camouflage. There were five grenades hanging around his waist and a Type 92 pistol on his leg. At this time, the young man on the left played with a Type 95 semi-automatic rifle in his hand. In the dark night, his hands were quickly disassembled. In less than a minute, a Type 95 rifle was disassembled into parts, and then it was quickly combined.

"It's three seconds slower than when I was in the army!"

When the young man assembled the gun, Captain Qingyan, Qingyan, the captain of the Qinglong Team of the Special Brigade of the Northeast China Field Team, smiled faintly;

The young man's code name Eagle touched his neck and said, "Cut, I haven't touched this thing for several years. Is it inevitable that it is strange? By the way, boss, where did this boy get these things? If this thing is found by the superior, it is a crime of killing the head!"

Qingyan shot the gun and said lightly, "He can give us ten million yuan each without asking. What's the curiosity for this kind of person to get this thing? This kind of thing can be easily available on the northeast border and the Yunnan border. This boy is a famous underworld leader in China. It's normal for me to get these things. I wonder how he could get along with Li Fengyang. Can Li Fengyang ignore everything he does? This is not his style!"

The eagle shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Big boss, we can all get to this point. What's so strange about Li Fengyang's cooperation with that boy? But I like this boy better than Li Fengyang... By the way, boss, when I was in the army, I still remember that the Yanjing Military Region had a match with the special combat brigade of our Northeast Military Region, and Li Fengyang also participated. Although you didn't compete with him on the surface, the boss should be able to measure the boy's strength by watching the battle, right?

Qingyan was slightly stunned, and there was a short trance in his dark eyes in the night. He paused and said quietly; "We tested in private, tied..."

"A draw? No way! Boss, you are our God of War! How can it be tied?" The eagle was slightly disappointed, and then said, "But it doesn't matter. If you have time, the boss will find it back. Last time I heard that Li Fengyang had a separate competition with Mu Fan. I heard from the dragonfly that it turned out that Li Fengyang did not win against Mu Fan. If the boss doesn't have a chance to compete with Li Fengyang, then compete with Mu Fan. Anyway, it's all the same, and I prefer that the boss can compete with Mu Fan to kill him! That boy is very arrogant!"

Qingyan slapped the back of the eagle on the head and said with a smile, "You boy is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Anyway, he is also our boss. If I win, it doesn't make sense. If I lose, won't it even more face!"

"Will you lose? Well, boss, being too modest is pretending!" The eagle curled his lips;

Qingyan was in a good mood and kicked the eagle aside with one kick. "I'll go to your uncle!"

The night is as cool as water, and the mountains and forests are even more so. Although the members of the Qinglong Brigade after inhuman training can be ignored, they have been out of the army for several years. Now they hold the gun in their hands again and feel secretly happy, but they are more sighing. What can make them feel that they are not scum and useful in society is not the government, but a gangster boss. Is this an irony of life?

The eagle climbed over and stroked the Type 98 120mm rocket launcher on his back, with a cold knife next to his boots. But compared with the eagle's equipment, Qingyan is more deterrent. In addition to the Type 95 rifle, there is also a powerful crossbow in the back, and more than a dozen iron arrows are hanging around his waist.

The eagle climbed to Qingyan again, leaning against the tree trunk. After a long silence, he looked up at the starry sky and listened to the sound of sonorous drums in the distance, and his heart began to stir.

"Big boss, I like the sound of drums..."

"After today, if you don't die, let Mu Fan beat the drum for you in person!"

At this moment, the sound of a nightingale suddenly occurred in the woods. The two suddenly alerted, crawled over, picked up the night vision telescope, and suddenly found that a large number of dark shadows were moving quickly from a large number of shadows 500 meters outside the forest. From the latter's movement, Qingyan was stunned. After observing for a moment, he made a nightingale cry. Suddenly, it was like a chain reaction, and dark shadows began to squirm at a distance of more than ten meters.

Wh-h-h-hh! In the dark night, the sound of the nightingale fell, and the wind rose. Suddenly, the rapid sound of the crossbow rippled in the dense forest, and there was a scream like a wolf howling abnormally miserable. Then there were bursts of rapid and crazy gunfire. The war is on the verge of breaking out!

Next to the reservoir, the dragonfly that has been detecting the action of the Orientals can clearly see from the computer that their people are less than 100 meters away from the Easterners. The distance is still constantly pulling in quickly. The dragonfly suddenly jumped out of the car, looked at Mu Fan, who was looking at the reservoir, and shouted, "Mu Fan, we met!"

"I've heard it!" Mu Fan rubbed his face and said lightly, with a solemn expression.

At the periphery of the mountain forest are the people in the gang, and the leading crowds are all elite figures everywhere in Yanjing Jiuyoumen. Most of them are the people who participated in foreign missions with Mu Fan last time, and half of them are the people transferred by Mu Fan of the Dilonghui overnight. Except for some of them, they are not allowed to go out in Jiaxing Old Home. In addition, the rest of the rest led the team to rush over. At this time, Lin Xueli was guarding the periphery of the reservoir in a half-arc shape with Qingniu and others. When a large number of Easterners appeared in their attack range, the crowd immediately launched a fierce attack. This time, the weapon was raised by the gang when Mu Fan came back from abroad. It can be said that it is the whole family of the Dilong Association and Jiuyoumen! This battle is whether to win or lose. After all, it has become the most tragic one in the underworld.

After the most cutting-edge gang members almost smashed them with their weapons in their hands, more than 100 people from the first round of the Dongyang people died under random guns in less than 20 minutes, but a crazy move of the Dongyang people made the gang start to panic, and they actually sent a More than a hundred dead men went crazy towards the place blocked by the gang with suicidal actions. When the second round of fighting, there were only a few people who died in the last round, but this time they were flattened by the group of dead men in Dongyang and became a tragic situation of both sides. One side is a hooligan who kills red eyes, and the other side is a dead man who regards death as his return. The result can be imagined.

At this time, Mu Fan walked to the dragonfly and looked at the red and green dots on the computer screen on the dragonfly's legs. Even the iron-blooded special forces like the dragonfly had bursts of bitterness in his heart. In the end, his breathing began to be short, and Mu Fan beside him was indifferent without a trace of emotion.

On the first front, everyone in the gang resisted under the cover of the Qinglong team members. Although the gang members are all a group of hooligans, their physical fitness is much worse than the other party's all-cultivated dead killers, but the advantage is that all their weapons are from border arms at all cost. The merchant's transportation, coupled with the cover of the Qinglong Brigade, the casualties on both sides still have an advantage on the gang side.

Mu Fan left the car and looked at the mountains and forests not far away. He could clearly hear the continuous sound of gunfire explosions in the air, and even the fire of the mountains and forests not far away.

Every gunshot is a life! At this time, even the dragonfly felt a burst of fear in his heart, not to mention the children beating the drums beside him. Even Pei Yongming, who was forgetting to command the little monk at this time, although his firm expression was admirable, his hands could not hide the slight trembling at this time. It is said that it doesn't feel good to watch others die, because it doesn't hurt, but when there are continuous sad screams in your ears, and even the strong smell of blood and gunpowder in the air through the wind, and the earth under your feet keeps trembling, the unknown and closer fear is more unforgettable than death!

Mu Fan walked to Pei Yongming, patted the latter's shoulder, and then took the drum stick and walked to the drum he put next to the reservoir. He squatted down and took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one on the ground, and continued to light a cigarette until he finished lighting a box of cigarettes in his hand, and the ground was full of lit. Smoke, Mu Fan smoked his own cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, held the drum stick in both hands, took off his coat, and then raised his right hand and fell down. There was a deafening muffled sound. His left hand raised, fell, and another muffled sound. Then Mu Fan's hands were ups and down again and again. The speed was getting faster and faster, and the drums began to sound. From the first muffled sound to the later big opening and closing to the end, it was like a sharp rain like thunder!

Everyone is quiet at this moment, and their hearts are quiet. Looking at the man who is quickly beating the drum with his hands next to the reservoir, the drums are not melodious and not even have any rhythm! But what everyone is attracted to is not the sound of drums, but the immoral back of this man who is a little stubborn, a little lonely, a little indignant and a little man.

No matter who cares, at this moment, what I want is - Zhenyi Qianlonggang, wash thousands of miles!

Man, your name is Excited!

Pei Yongming and more than a dozen young monks stopped their movements. More than a dozen people stood by the car and looked at the back of Mu Fan, who was beating the drum with his arms.

In the woods on the left side of the reservoir, the three brothers of Xiaohu and Niu Kun looked closely at Mu Fan. Niu Qian's fists creaked, and the long knife in Xiaohu's hand kept trembling. And behind them stood no one else, but a middle-aged man in Wolong Village. These people who had caused great waves in various parts of China and at the border when they were like Niu Qian at this time 20 years ago are now old, but at this time, looking at the young man next to the reservoir, they look at the mature with their own eyes. The tide is surging!

This is the sky of Wolong Village!

In the dense forest on the right side of the reservoir, there stood Mera and more than 20 mercenaries trained by the master behind her. At this time, Mera's eyes looking at Mu Fan were completely empty. She held the gun in her hand and muttered, "I'm dead. Will you collect the body for me? .........If you die, I will avenge you..."

The seven figures standing quietly in the dense forest behind the reservoir are all carrying a long sword, a uniform robe, the wind rises, and the robe hunts! Looking at Mu Fan, his expression was indifferent. At the moment when Mu Fan's mood reached its peak, all seven people knelt down to Mu Fan and looked up at the Big Dipper above their heads.

That year, they were still very young, and they still liked to play disobedient teenagers. They were also a bright midnight night in the starry sky. On the open space of the cliff behind Wolong Village, a boulder protruded from the cliff for more than a meter, the faded red robed old man sat on the boulder and looked at the ten standing in the empt. A teenager, calm and gentle, that night was the most dazzling moment for the old man their ten brothers had seen.

The old man pointed to the Big Dipper in the stars above his head and said with a faint smile, "Do you know why I like to look up at the starry sky? In fact, among the hundreds of millions of starry sky, I only like the North Star, which has always been opposite the Big Dipper. The Big Dipper says it is like a spoon. In fact, in my opinion, I think the Big Dipper wants a man who kneels and kowtows, and what he worships is the North Star. The North Star is a star that can show people the direction. If you get lost, look up at it. The Big Dipper worships it because the North Star shows the direction of the Big Dipper. Just like people, in fact, in addition to kneeling down to his parents, a man also has to kneel down, that is, the person who points out the direction of his life for him. So if there is anything you can't figure out in the future, just look up at the Big Dipper. There are too many impulses, scruples, stubbornness, obsessions, and life, and often with a grateful heart. Everything will be fine..."

That night, a group of cynical children began to learn to be grateful,

That night, they began to feel that only the depth of the night sky could be compared with the eyes of the old man.

That night, they began to like to look up at the starry sky and no longer scold men who like the starry sky as idiots.

After that night, they have never killed anyone who likes to look up at the starry sky.

They always believed that the old man said that looking at the starry sky and everything would become better. Therefore, on the night when Bai Jian came back from abroad, he and Mu Fangan heard the news of the master's death on the roof of the hospital. After receiving Pluto's pursuit of the Long family, they coincidentally looked up at the starry sky.

When the golden sword returned to China and was besieged in Yunnan, in order to get the mahogany sword belonging to Mufan, he entered the tiger's den and looked up at the starry sky.

During the killing of the dragon tomb, in the pouring rain, several people looked up at the night sky in front of the dragon's broken tomb.

In the woods where Mu Fan met the two black swords halfway on a mission abroad, the three of them looked up at the starry sky.

But things have come to this point. The master said that the life will get better and better has never come. Is the master wrong?

"The master is not wrong! The master is never wrong!"

"It's not time!"

"We don't suffer! Brother, it's bitter! The master is bitter!"

"The master is not sorry to anyone. The brother has a clear conscience. It is someone else who is sorry to the master! I'm sorry, brother!"

After the seven people muttered for a while, they suddenly heard the footsteps of ** in the jungle not far away. The master of the East broke through the siege and killed him.

Seven people got up at the same time and looked at Mu Fan. Lao Si, a fat-headed and big-eared fake monk, shouted in the direction of Mu Fan;

"Brother!"

Mu Fan's face was condensed. After hearing the roar of the black sword, his hands were raised high. The last rise and fall, a drum sound like the roar of a barbarian beast shook away. Even the surface of the water beside him rose a wave, and the drum stick was broken and bounced high by the drum surface.

Mu Fan turned around in awe, looked in the direction of the seven black swords, clenched his fists and roared, "Kill without mercy!"

After the black sword roared, he heard seven crisp sword drawing sounds, and suddenly the sound of fighting first appeared in the woods behind. The sad sound of gunfire in the distance was practiced into a piece, and the nearby woods were sonorous and crisp, like the most beautiful symphony tonight!

Mu Fan walked to the car he drove, opened the trunk, took out a large old wooden box, and opened it. In addition to a few guns and a few green steel swords, it was a somewhat worn and faded blood-colored robe of the Long family!

Mu Fan took off his clothes and put on this robe. At the hem of the robe, there were four cracks on his chest that were seen as knives, and several holes penetrated by bullets on his back. This is the robe that Long Tian wore before he died.

At this time, sad screams can be heard everywhere, like a ghost floating in his ear. Pei Yongming's face is pale, and more than a dozen little monks look ignorant and naive, looking around at the dense forest around. Wang Tong's face turned pale. If Mu Fan hadn't insisted on letting them stay to protect Pei Yongming, he would have killed him long ago.

At this time, Mu Fan tied the hem of the robe to his waist. He took out a hemp rope from the box and tied an X shape to his body. A knife sleeve was tied to his back. The knife in the box was on the back of the machete that Long Tian personally used to teach Mu Fan's knife method. Then he took out the two Qinggang swords in the box and walked to the crowd. He looked at Pei Yongming and smiled and said, "Can you beat the drum for me?"

Before Pei Yongming nodded, more than a dozen little monks stood in front of their big drums. At the same time, they looked at Mu Fan and looked at Pei Yongming again.

Pei Yongming took a deep breath and roared, "Running thunder!"

Mu Fan smiled and gave Wang Hetong a look to rush to the nearest dense forest. Mu Fan could not hear that there was someone he wanted to kill!

I still want to reward people, and there are traces everywhere in the southeast! The big battle!