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Chapter 95: Venting for Old Yang

Seeing the other party kicking away the ladder and pushing the cart with both hands, Xie Hushan laughed at first, then changed his face and roared angrily:
"Robbered the commune leaders' property! I'm CNM!"

Without any hesitation, Jun Ci gently hit the opponent's cheek, making a hole in his cheek and making him unable to speak for a short period of time!
Before the blood spurted out, he had already kicked the opponent on the knee and knocked him to the ground!
"Kneel down and hold your head! Fuck you!" Xie Hushan kicked the man's head hard several times:
"I told you to hold your head and not hear anything! Robbery! You are the one who is rebelling!"

After kicking him several times, Xie Hushan finally stopped, still unsatisfied, and pointed at the production team leader who was lying on the ground: "You robbed the country's meat, robbed my noodles, and robbed the leader's car, CNM, your life is over today!"

The production team leader looked fine five seconds ago, but now his face was covered in blood and blood foam was coming out of his mouth. He was lying on the ground with a dazed look in his eyes. His mouth was open but there was a hole in his cheek, so his mouth was filled with blood. His speech was unclear and it was obvious that he didn't know what had happened.

"Taozi, be obedient and go back to the house and comfort your brothers and sisters and tell them not to be afraid. Third brother will do something for Lao Yang by the way." Xie Hushan looked up at Taozi, whose pupils were shaking with fear outside the fence, and said with a smile.

When Taozi heard Xie Hushan calling her, she turned around, pushed open the fence door and obediently ran into the house. When she heard that she was going to help Lao Yang with something, she felt a little more at ease.

She hadn't really spent too much time with Xie Hushan, but she had met Yang Liming and knew that Yang Liming was a good leader. Her third brother told her that he was just helping Old Yang, so that couldn't be a bad thing.

Besides, the production team leader is not a good person.

After Taozi entered the house, Xie Hushan squatted on the ground, poking her face with his bayonet, and spoke to Jin Mancang outside the fence.

"I said, Uncle, go to Lingguanying Commune and call the public security commissioner, and tell him that I was assigned by Secretary Yang of Zhongping Commune to come to Yakou Brigade for research, but someone robbed me of my food and transportation during the research. Ask the brigade to contact the commune commissioner and arrest him immediately. This adds up to a lot of money, which is enough to make me collapse."

Jin Mancang looked at Xie Hushan in shock without moving. Xie Hushan raised his head and gave Jin Mancang a friendly smile:
"Don't be afraid, it's okay. Secretary Yang had already checked out all the details of this brigade before I came. I came today to first recognize your family background and second to be the butcher for my friend Old Yang. He has a good temper and can endure the anger, but he has a friend who can't stand it and wants to help him vent his anger."

Jin Mancang then turned around and ran quickly away.

Xie Hushan wiped the blood from the military dagger on the man's clothes and put it away. He stood up and comforted his future mother-in-law and several neighboring aunties who were so frightened that they were weak all over:

"Aunt, it's okay, don't be afraid. I met a thief in broad daylight. He stole the bicycle of our commune leader and the food and meat distributed to me by the commune without saying a word. I subdued him, so there's no point in reasoning with him. This thief must be crazy because of poverty now."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and saw the other party struggling to get up. Xie Hushan walked over and looked at him:
"Do you want to get down on your own now, or do you want me to kick you down and hold your head."

"@#￥%..." The other party opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

"It's a good thing if you want to confess and get leniency. Wait until your mouth grows back and then confess other criminal facts. You don't need to explain what happened today. Just shut up. I'm the witness. I'll prove it for you when the time comes. You just want to rob a huge amount of property. Squat down."

Seeing that the other party was about to stand up, Xie Hushan gave him a thumbs up:

"You are a tough guy. If you don't obey, I will make you stronger. Sanpang'er, find me a piece of wire or rope. I will pierce his bastard's scapula and parade him through the streets to the commune!"

After saying that, Xie Hushan stepped forward and pulled off the other's shirt to reveal his collarbone. Seeing the murderous look on Xie Hushan's face, the other party believed that Xie Hushan would definitely not hesitate to attack him, so he immediately squatted down while covering the wound on his face.

He was swearing and cursing in the yard, and the neighbors outside could hear it. When they walked out of the house and saw this scene, someone hurried to report it to the brigade.

The Yakou Brigade was not big, with only three production teams with a few hundred people. Soon people gathered around, and a short, dark-skinned young man in his twenties ran over with a Type 38 rifle on his back:

"Where, where, CNM, whoever dares to fight with my uncle at the cliff is tired of living!" Hearing this, the production team leader squatting on the ground wanted to stand up, but was glared back by Xie Hushan with fierce eyes and cold tone: "If you dare to walk out of this yard, I will kill your whole family."

He shuddered, endured the pain and squatted on the ground without moving.

"Who the hell are you?" The militiaman walked into the yard with a gun on his back. Seeing his uncle squatting on the ground like a bloody gourd, he took out his gun and cursed at Xie Hushan.

"The person who came to CNM, is she clean?" Xie Hushan walked over and took the initiative, slapping the other person in the face:

"How dare you scare your father with a fire stick?"

If Yang Liming was present, he would definitely find out that Daxiu Qiushou's move of slapping Changchong was definitely learned from Xie Hushan. The actions, lines, and tone of the two siblings were exactly the same!
Before the other party could react, Xie Hushan had already pulled out the Type 54 rifle from his waist, pulled the bolt to release the safety, and pointed the muzzle at the other party's head:

"I'm asking you a question. Have you washed yourself clean?"

Anyone who has served in the militia knows the internal situation. Militiamen carrying rifles usually have no bullets in their guns, but those equipped with pistols have bullets in the magazines at all times, and they also have the right to shoot first and report later.

The Yakou Brigade had no important targets of value. They were all basic militiamen. They thought firing three rounds of bullets a year was as good as celebrating the New Year. When they saw Xie Hushan pulling the bolt to remove the safety and his finger on the trigger, their legs went weak and their crotch got wet.

"Are you a relative of this robber?" Xie Hushan asked, tapping the other person's face with the body of his gun.

The militiaman swallowed his saliva and shook his head repeatedly: "Yes... No... Leader... I... I I don't know him."

"Go, call your mother over. I want to fuck her. I forgot, your mother is not at home today. It's okay, your wife will do. She just gave birth to a child and her milk is still flowing. It's just right for me to exercise and take a sip of milk to supplement my nutrition." Xie Hushan put away his pistol, took the other party's Type 38 rifle and held it in his hand, urging.

When the militia heard Xie Hushan talk about the situation in his family, he was stunned. Xie Hushan took out a bullet from his pocket, pulled the bolt, loaded it into the Type 38 rifle quickly and steadily, and pulled the trigger and fired a shot into the air!
"boom!"

Everyone present shuddered!
When the militiaman heard the sound of his own gun firing, his face looked uglier than if his own father had died!

Xie Hushan poked the militiaman's face with the muzzle of his gun, which was still smoking, and said, "Hey, are you going to show the same energy as before? Either don't be a coward, or be a coward completely and hurry up and call your wife to me."

The production team leader squatting on the ground was probably very anxious and scared. He hated himself for sobbing and not being able to speak clearly, otherwise he would have scolded the militia and asked him to take the opportunity to run and call for help.

"I..." It wasn't that the militiaman didn't want to leave, it was just that his legs were so weak from fear.

"CNM! Look at your character! How can you defend our country? I have to shoot myself to help you!" Xie Hushan turned the butt of the gun and smashed it hard on the other's face!
The militiaman squatted down, holding his bloody mouth and nose. Xie Hushan hit the back of his neck with the butt of his rifle, knocking him down. He stepped on his head and cursed:

"You are so arrogant! You dare to snatch Lao Yang's cigarettes, force him to drink, and yell at him? Go to hell, I can't bear it!"

"You want to manage the brick kiln when you run it? You don't have the guts, and you don't want to let my wife accompany me, but you still want to manage the kiln for me. What's the matter? All the good things are taken by your Liu family at Yakou. How many hands do you have that dare to stretch so far? I'll break a few of them today!"

(End of this chapter)