Chapter 53 Auntie, please spare your life!

Not far away, Qiao Ranzheng kicked a bandit away, and happened to see the scene where Qiao Dong was almost hit in the head.

Her pupils tightened, and she was about to rush over, but saw Qiao Dong pushed away by Qian Shitou, and then Shitou was hit hard on the shoulder.

The bandit raised his stick again and was about to hit Qian Shitou on the head.

She quickly took a running start and kicked the bandit to the ground. She then raised her machete and stabbed him in the neck. She avoided the splatter of blood and snatched the long stick from the man's hand.

"Xiaodong, Shitou, are you okay?"

Qiao Dong got up from the ground and shook his head: "Sister, I'm fine. The stone hit his shoulder. Please help him take a look!"

Qian Shitou forced a smile on his face and said to Qiao Ran: "Sister Qiao Ran, I'm fine. Go help others!"

"Xiaodong, your machete is hard to use, I'll give you this big knife!"

Qiao Ran handed the big knife in her hand to Qiao Dong, then pulled the stone back and handed it to the women and old people to look at.

"Shitou, please stay here for now. I'll give you a good check later."

After saying that, she took the long stick she snatched and rushed into the chaotic crowd again.

Angry that these bandits were hurting others, Qiao Ran showed no mercy and swung the stick in her hand, specifically picking out those bandits who were vicious and hitting them one by one, knocking them all to the ground.

With the numerical advantage and Qiao Ran's might, the battle ended quickly.

There were a bunch of bandits lying on the ground. Of the nearly one hundred bandits, more than thirty were dead, almost all of them beaten to death by Qiao Ran.

These men in Qingshui Village are ordinary farmers. They can kill pigs and sheep, but they don't dare to kill people.

So they just wounded people and tied them up.

But Qiao Ran was merciless. She only picked fierce gangsters, and almost all of those she attacked were killed directly.

Looking at the pile of corpses on the ground, the villagers' faces turned pale with fear.

The women also turned around in fear and covered the eyes of the children to prevent them from seeing this terrifying scene. .

Even the men who had fought bravely with the bandits just now were frightened by the sight.

"Ran Yatou, so many people have died here, what should we do with these corpses? And these people..."

The old village chief had never experienced such a terrible thing. He shook his beard and asked Qiao Ran.

Qiao Ran said: "Looking at the ruthlessness of these bandits just now, they should have killed a lot of people in their hands. Killing them would still be to eliminate harm for the people."

When the bandits, whose hands and feet were tied and thrown on the ground, heard this, they quickly begged for mercy.

"This little... no, aunt! Auntie, please have mercy on me! I, I have never killed anyone, please spare me!"

The other bandits also knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Auntie, please forgive me. We are just little minions. We only obey the instructions of the first and second masters in exchange for a bite of food. But I have never killed anyone!"

A group of bandits begged and begged the fierce little girl in front of them to spare their lives.

The old village chief couldn't bear to hurt so many lives, and advised: "Lazy girl, they have been subdued by us. It's not good to kill them all, or break the hands and feet of the remaining people and spare them a life." Take your life!"

When the bandits heard this, they almost rolled their eyes and fainted.

Is this old guy trying to persuade me? Can they still survive if their hands and feet are broken?

They went to the mountains to become bandits because they had no other options, and they only had enough money to earn a living.

If their limbs were broken, wouldn't they starve to death? It's better to give them a happy life directly!

"No, no! Please, please spare our lives! We don't dare to do it anymore. We really don't dare to do it anymore. Please, aunt, please spare our lives!"

"Auntie, please have mercy on us! We don't want to do this! We still have our wives, children, and children on the mountain. If we die, they won't be able to survive!"

"Auntie, I swear to God, I have never killed anyone! Please spare me! I will definitely change my ways and be a good person in the future!"

Naturally, Qiao Ran was not the kind of ruthless person, and it was understandable that he had killed those people in the fight just now.

Now that these people have their hands and feet tied, it would be unjustifiable for her to kill the prisoners again.

If she kills so many people, people in the village will probably be afraid of her and think she is possessed by a demon!

Qiao Ran thought for a while and asked, "How many people are there on your mountain?"

One of the bandits rushed to answer: "To tell you my aunt, there are more than 300 people in our village. There are still a dozen brothers staying in the village, and the rest are women, old people and children."

Qiao Ran thought for a while, these bandits must have conducted reconnaissance first, and only then would they send people down the mountain after knowing how many people there were in their group.

Since the first master and the second master are here, it means that they are also a little wary of the team with so many people in Qingshui Village. Almost all of them are dispatched. There should not be many people on the mountain.

Then, a thought flashed through Qiao Ran's mind.

She said to the old village chief: "Grandpa village chief, let's drag these corpses together first, collect some firewood and burn them, and then let the remaining bandits take us up the mountain to their village to have a look, and rest for a few days." On the road, our injured folks here should also take good care of their injuries."

The old village chief agreed to Qiao Ran's words without much thought.

He didn't know what to do now and could only listen to Qiao Ran's idea.

So, the old village chief ordered the men to move the corpses on the ground to an open space not far away, picked up a lot of dead branches, and burned the dead bandits to ashes.

The women and old people suppressed their fear and quickly packed their things.

Everyone didn't care about having dinner. Who could eat in this place where people had just died?

The uneaten rice and snake meat soup were collected and prepared to be taken to the mountain to eat.

In the past, the snake meat soup of another family in the Wang family was snatched away by bandits and given to the first and second masters as a tribute, and even the pot was broken.

"Damn it! You are reborn as a starving ghost! Not only did you snatch the snake meat from my house, but you also smashed the pot. These are not human beings. They will not die well. They will only be treated as beasts in the next life. oh!"

The distressed Aunt Wang couldn't stop cursing, cursing the bandits that they would not be able to live a good life even after they died, and that they would be sent to the eighteenth level of hell to be tortured.

No one paid attention to Aunt Wang's abuse. Everyone was in a hurry to pack their things and go up the mountain.

A few men were left watching the fire, and Qiao Ran told them that after the fire was extinguished, they would dig a hole and bury the bones that had not yet been completely burned, and completely destroy the corpses.

Moreover, you must wait until all the sparks in the fire are completely extinguished before you can leave, so as not to cause a wildfire.

Otherwise, if the fire spreads to the mountain, they will have nowhere to escape in the stronghold.

The old village chief led the people from Qingshui Village and escorted the remaining dozens of bandits up the mountain.