In a stockade less than a kilometer away from Duanjia Village.

All the villagers were kneeling on the ground at the moment, and in front of them was a heavily armed black dove agent.

Their eyes wandered wildly on all the villagers.

The aggressive gaze seemed to be looking at items.

In front of the villagers, there are still a few bloody bodies where still.

Let them kneel on the ground with fearful expressions on their faces, for fear that if they move, they will become the souls of their guns.

"These people are all the subordinates of the wicked Lin Mo. They secretly colluded to plant night vines, and they were killed by us."

Duka looked at the group of people in front of him with an upright look on his face and said.

Of course, if they didn't kneel on the ground, it might be more credible.

"However, all the rice, wheat, fruits and vegetables you produce this year may have been hybridized with night vines."

"So we need to take them all back for testing, do you have any opinions?"

Although Duka's tone of inquiry, but a discerning person is a proper threat at a glance.

"Master, if you take away all the food, what is the old snack of all of us?"

"Please let us go, we really can't have this food."

An old man in sixty-six grabbed Duka's calf, tears streaming down the corners of his wrinkled eyes, begging to Du Peng.

The villagers of the whole village. Basically, they are in a state of yellowish skin and thin skin.

Everyone is counting on this new crop to make it through the year.

It can even be said that these grains are the lifeblood of these villagers.

Duka's face showed impatience, and he said that the old man was kicked to the ground and scolded angrily.

"Okay you old man, did I give you face by talking to you guys?"

"What to eat, I saw some chili sauce in your house just now, eat chili sauce!"

The old man was slammed on the ground, and the back of his head slammed into a rock on the ground.

Immediately, blood flowed out along the stone, and the faces of the villagers kneeling on the ground were full of resentment.

A strong man hurried to the old man's side and shouted desolately.

"Dad, don't scare me, Dad, San Abo, save my dad, save my dad!"

The strong man rolled and crawled to the kneeling crowd, in front of another old man.

He is the only one in the entire stockade who knows a little bit of medical skills, and he is called the third grandpa by everyone on weekdays.

"Harvest, your dad he..."

The third grandpa shook his head helplessly, and the expression on his face also filled the heart of the strong man with coldness.

Heijiu's soldiers left with arrogance with the hope of the whole stockade's future.

Without a word, the strong man picked up his father, who was not breathing, and went home.

Such scenes do not only appear in this stockade.

Some stockades are even more tragic.

A woman with a little beauty is a little girl who is about to bloom, or a woman who has become a wife.

They have all been ruined by this group of black dove members who seem to have been reduced to beasts.

In the past, they would also bring women into the room.

And now, the members of the black dove, who have completely no longer scruples, are even directly in front of everyone.

In front of their parents, children, and husbands, they were brutally ravaged.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and the sound of begging for mercy would only make the members of Heijiu even crazier.

Even after everything was over, the Black Dove members would kill them directly in disgust.

I feel that they have polluted my body, and I can pamper them.

It's a blessing that these hillbillies have cultivated in their previous lives.

Now on the streets of the entire Vientiane Kingdom, even the most beautiful women dare not appear on the streets.

Once targeted by the black dove, it will be directly pulled back and reduced to a plaything.

After being tired of playing, they are directly sold to the dark places in the underground of Vientiane.

This is the biggest panic period in the years since the founding of the Vientiane Kingdom.

Some literati privately called the turmoil the "Scarlet of Vientiane." JrNovels.com