"Mr.
Fan, you came just in time.
The policemen in the security area were walking this way.
They are probably less than a thousand meters away.
Look."
The old patriarch noticed from the dense crowd that he was being brought by his men.
When Fan Wei came to his side, his inner anxiety could not help but lighten a bit.
He stretched out his hand and pointed forward.
Under the sunlight, more and more black figures came from the distance.
It was certain that these black clothes were all police uniforms.
He was a little worried at this time and said, "Mr.
Fan, I'm afraid everyone knows the purpose of these policemen.
They have real swords and guns in their hands.
Let's see if we can do this.
Can we really fight?"
Fan Wei stared at the doubtful old patriarch beside him and said with a faint smile, "Old patriarch, being timid before fighting is a taboo among military strategists.
You can't let others' ambitions destroy your own prestige.
Why are you so unsure of your tribe?
How can you know if you have a gun without trying it?
Although the police are well-equipped, we have the right time, place and people, so we may not be incapable of fighting. " When the old patriarch heard what Fan Wei said, he immediately became confident.
He knew that Fan Wei would not say this for no reason, he must be confident before speaking.
At this time, he couldn't help but nodded and said, "Okay, you are the distinguished guest of our Ainu clan, and I have temporarily handed over the power of the clan leader to you.
Now, it is up to you to command us, and we will do whatever we want to do."
Fan Wei nodded, glanced at the dense crowd of villagers behind him, and said loudly, "Villages, listen to my order now.
Those who have shotguns in their hands, please stand in the front row.
Villagers with bows and arrows, please, Standing in the middle row, all other villagers should go back to the village to avoid unnecessary sacrifices.
Please rest assured that the police are not powerful.
If they really dare to break into us. village, then we use the weapons in our hands to tell them that there are no cowards among the Ainu who are afraid of death.
The Ainu are not lambs to be slaughtered by others.
Since they have driven us to a dead end, resisting is our only and final option.
Choosing fear and fear will only make you give in blindly, but fists and courage can make you truly the masters of this land."
"Mr.
Fan is right, these beasts want to poison us.
We haven't even settled the accounts yet, but they dare to come and cause trouble first.
At worst, we'll have to fight with them."
"Humph, these stupid guys have long seen that they don't care."
I'm tired of it.
I'll beat them to death one by one.
I will never be a coward."
"I've been forced to do this.
If this little bit of my ancestors falls into the hands of the R people, then the clan will be wiped out and the family will be wiped out.
Why are you fighting for your life?
" The loud and angry shouts of each villager aroused the enthusiasm of all the villagers to share the same hatred.
Their eyes revealed sadness, despair, and the flames of hatred and anger.
Fan Wei's mobilization made them all excited and raised their hands.
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The weapons inside were consciously divided into two teams, and other villagers holding hoes and hatchets also asked to stay and not return to the village to wait for death.
At this time, Fan Wei said a few words to the old patriarch, taught him some tactics of urban street fighting, and asked him to reorganize the remaining villagers who did not have good weapons, and enter the village in groups to ambush and dig more traps.
Wait for them to retreat into the village and provide support.
The old patriarch was very smart and understood what Fan Wei meant, so he summoned a few of his capable men and gave them some instructions.
After a while, those men led most of the remaining villagers back to the village and began to build a line to resist the invaders.
Hidden defense line.
Facing the dark police crowd getting closer and closer to the village entrance, Fan Wei began to assign groups of three to five people according to archers and hunters with shotguns, and began to disperse around various obstacles behind the village entrance.
The human body is hidden as much as possible to prevent it from resisting the attack of dense bullets.
Soon, the dense crowd at the entrance of the village was dispersed and dispersed.
Soon, only Fan Wei and the old patriarch were left standing under the plaque at the entrance of the village.
What makes Fan Wei a little happy is that the Ainu people, a nomadic people, have not forgotten their old profession of being hunters, and there are many hunters who use shotguns.
Although shotguns fire slowly and are difficult to load bullets, they are firearms after all.
The lethality is not inferior to the pistols and rifles in the hands of the police, but there is a difference in the rate of fire and frequency.
At this time, Yang Li had already hid in a mulberry forest near the entrance of the village with her video camera.
If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't know there was anyone hiding there.
Adoma was waiting quietly beside her, holding the satellite phone that Fan Wei handed her, waiting for the moment when the rain was about to come.
The uniform police team arrived at the entrance of the village, each one lined up squarely and neatly, full of majesty and murderous intent.
When the commander gave the order, these well-trained R country police officers almost lengthened the vertical queue as quickly as possible, and almost simultaneously raised all kinds of rifles and pistols in their hands, aiming at the warning direction.
Fan Wei and other people were blocking their way at the entrance of the village.
They started to move towards the entrance of the village with small steps, and their posture really gave a strong feeling of being cautious at every step.
At this moment, among the three policemen standing outside wearing police officer uniforms, a middle-aged man looked at Fan Wei and the old patriarch playfully, then slowly stretched out his hand to make a stop gesture.
Sure enough, hundreds of policemen stopped completely and completely almost the next second after raising the gesture.
The vigilance and vigilance on their faces were full of majesty.
This kind of formation has been rehearsed for a long time, and these police officers have always been proud of this momentum.
However, they did not expect that Fan Wei, who was standing less than ten steps away from them, would obviously show a trace of disdain.
This look immediately angered all the police officers.
If the three police officers had not spoken, I am afraid that this look alone would have been enough to cause a fierce battle between the two sides.
"Old chief of the Ainu tribe, you should know me, right?
My name is Xiongguchi Chuanjie, and I am also the police chief who has met you a long time ago."
Xiongguchi Chuanjie, who was standing among the three police officers, smiled and spoke.
He said, "It's such an honor to have the opportunity to meet you again today."
The old patriarch couldn't help but frown, but he soon relaxed his gaze and smiled at Xiongkou Chuanjie, the leader of the security area, "It turns out to be the police chief of Xiongkou Chuanjie.
If you don't tell me, I really won't recognize him."
You look great now.
You were much younger back then, but time makes us grow old.
Now you look like a living pig."
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiongguchi Chuanjie's expression suddenly turned cold.
It was self-evident who the pig in the old patriarch's mouth was, and because of this, Xiongkou Chuanjie knew that today's operation might not go smoothly.
He snorted lightly, turned to look at Fan Wei, and said curiously, "This is":