Chapter 1520

At six o'clock in the morning, the day after ye Tianlong killed the pig stabbing Gang, Elegy reverberated slowly over the defense area of Heishan carving.

Today, heidapeng's funeral is going to be held. The dignified people in Heishan carving defense area appear outside the white hall in early costume.

The major buildings in the defense area are also hung with paper money. Looking up, you can see snow-white dancing everywhere in the sky.

Heidapeng's body has been recovered, so Heishan carves a hall to deal with heidapeng's funeral.

He also appointed heidaojian, who was seriously injured and rushed back, to be responsible for all matters. At the same time, he told heidaojian to dig a bigger pit to bury heidapeng.

At least, big enough to lie down for two.

Everyone can see that Heishan carving hates heidaojian to the bone. The reason why he doesn't start now is that he is going to kill heidaojian when he buries heidapeng.

Black knife tip seems to have no feeling. He's hard-working and hardly has a rest. He's busy.

Although it was a fresh morning, the coffin hall was still very depressing.

The paper money dancing in the air, the flickering white candles, the erratic fireworks, and the portrait of the black Mirs make the hall full of ghosts.

What is more frightful than Lingtang is the fierce cheek hidden in the light and shadow.

In every crisscross wrinkle of the black mountain carving, sadness, hatred and anger flicker. At a glance, it looks like a fierce ghost.

The greatest sorrow and pain in the world is that white people give black people away.

Although Heishan Diao dotes on his son too much, he is always his precious son. Now he is shot to death, which is a bolt from the blue.

Two days ago, he was able to control his emotions in time because the overall situation was important. Now, after dealing with the end of the hand, his suppressed emotions burst out.

No matter how determined the black mountain carving is, after the greatest hope of his life is shattered, he suddenly becomes the role of father, which is somewhat pitiful.

More than a dozen women, adjutants and officers sobbed with tears. Although they did not know whether their feelings were true or false, they looked sad.

When he burned all the paper money in his hand, Pattaya hurried in from the outside, perfumed black Mirs, kowtowed and said: "black commander, you can't come back to life after death. You should be patient and take care of yourself."

There was no emotion change on the black mountain carving's face, but when she looked at the coffin sadly, Pattaya squeezed out another sentence:

"commander black, I just received some urgent messages."

"If it's a failure to stab a pig, it goes without saying. I've already sent someone to chase the bitch Wei Yuerong," he said coldly

Pattaya shook her head. "No, it's about the end of our village."

Black Mountain carve drinks out a word: "speak!"

While the rest of the people were looking at her, Pattaya stepped forward and reported the news she had just received:

"the Lu family, together with all Chinese businessmen, prohibited the delivery of grain, clothing and medicine to us."

"Zhao Wenguang led the bounty hunters to pull up our 13 strongholds in the downtown area."

"The rich councillor ordered a full-scale war, and the mountain division marched into our defense area. Their artillery barracks laid three bases on several important areas in our defense area."

"Helicopters and bombers are also gathering to see the situation of breaking the white moon. They will attack us comprehensively at any time..."

When the atmosphere in the hall was slightly stagnant, the black mountain carving's sad expression suddenly tightened, and then drank coldly: "are they looking for death?"

Pattaya's mouth touched: "the butcher demon hasn't sent troops, and hasn't made a complete statement. She only said that the emissary is on the road, and we are under great pressure."

There was a flash of anger in the eyes of the black mountain carving, but there was still a calm voice, and the voice was clear: "the order goes on, all the guards."

"Lu Jia, Zhao Wenguang, ignore these curfew, let the vanguard battalion, tank regiment and field division arrive at the front line, suppress the momentum of breaking the moon."

"Tell them that no matter what the pressure, we must hold on today, but don't take the initiative."

"After I bury the black Mirs, I'll clean up the white moon."

Pattaya nodded, "I understand."

"It's just the black commander. If the field division is thrown up, there will be less troops in the headquarters and less defense around you."

She tentatively threw out a sentence: "do you want to let the hero, the lone courage two divisions pressure up?"? Their fighting capacity is not weak either. "

Heishan carving maintains its due sense: "no, they have to guard the right side of the gate to avoid the butcher demon taking advantage of the opportunity."

"Moreover, their defense area is too far away from the Fu family. Now they are transferred here, and they can arrive as soon as afternoon, which is not conducive to the stability of the front-line troops."

"The most important point is that these two divisions have a lot of Fu's spies. I don't trust that they are transferred here."

With a wave of his hand, Heishan Diao made a decision: "it's settled. Let these three troops go to the front line. I don't have to worry about my safety."

"There are guard camp, patrol camp, guard team in the rear. It's not so easy for rich members to send people to kill me.""Tell all the soldiers that they have worked hard today. When I finish burying heidapeng, I will fight with them side by side and pay back the blood debt of Fu."

"Eventful autumn, the weather is hot, I can't let black Mirs be invaded."

Black Mountain carving suddenly roared out: "I have not protected his safety, can't let him can't live in peace."

This sound, full of sadness and anger, seemed to be the last wail of the wounded beast, which made people tremble.

Pattaya nodded, "I understand."

When Heishan carving finished his business, he looked at the point of the black sword coming in with a cold look: "black adjutant, are you ready for the ceremony?"

"Don't worry, commander."

The black knife pointed to cough: "the cemetery is on the mountain opposite the white hall. It's in an excellent position. It's still in the commander's field of vision."

"The commander missed it. You can see it from the third floor."

"The burial ceremony is ready, and there are all kinds of fruit incense paper burial gifts. I also invited twelve witches to give HeiShao a ride."

Black knife tip slightly straight waist: "black commander, you don't worry, I must wind scenery light let black less leave."

"Good."

Heishan Diao nodded, then threw out a sentence: "by the way, let Mirs play a few female officers in the past, lest he is too lonely over there."

"It's a pity that we didn't catch Ye Tianlong or Lu Fengshou, otherwise we could make Mirs happy."

Black Mountain carving has a touch of remorse.

Black knife sharp is a Leng at first, seem to nod: "understand!"

"In addition, inform the cadres of the battalion company and their families who have not been on the front line to go to the mountain to see Hei Dapeng off at 3 pm."

There is a voice on the ground: "Mirs like to be lively. It's always good to have more people."

He had already figured out that in the afternoon, not only heidaojian would be buried with him, but also the female officers heidapeng liked would be killed, just like other people who didn't like him.

More people die, Dapeng will not be lonely.

Black knife tip nods again: "understand."

"When the black adjutant is ready, go over it again and see if there are any mistakes."

Heishan sculpture also points to Pattaya: "I don't want to see any changes that disturb Mirs into the earth."

The implication is to let her go through the security check again to avoid the black knife tip from playing tricks and dying together. It also shows that Heishan carving no longer trusts the black knife tip.

Pattaya knew what he meant and nodded softly, "yes."

Heidaojian didn't speak. He walked out of the hall and looked at the opposite hill. He was still calm, but his eyes were cold