.This is amazing. Zhang Yan picked up the phone and called the police station, but after thinking about it for a long time, no one answered it. Zhang Yan dropped the phone, stood up and walked out the door. He visited the police station yesterday, and still remembered the rough road, not far from his office, so he simply walked over.

The police station is located on the west side of the township government, with gray tiles on it, many of which are damaged, revealing yellow mud surfaces. There is only water and mud left in the cement floor in the yard. There is a lot of grass near the corner of the south wall, and a very ragged police car is hidden behind the grass. The yard is empty, as if it has been looted by criminals.

Zhang Yan said to Wang Ergou: "Call the director out quickly."

Wang Ergou went into the house with a sloppy look for someone. He came out in a short while and followed the director Li Zhiping.

Zhang Yan was a little unhappy. He was the head of the village after all. The director of your police station was also my subordinate. Today, he had to talk about this: "Director Li, do you know what happened just now?"

Li Zhiping said: "Captain Zhang, I know this. Isn't it just a fight for the coal mine? It's normal. When we are tired of fighting, we will clean up the mess."

Zhang Yan lowered his face: "How can this work? The public security is to protect the lives of the people, let the people fight to the death there, and then we hide here and wait until we finally clean up the mess. What will the people think, what will other townships think? What will the superior leaders think? Director Li, you have to think clearly."

Li Zhiping pointed to the house and said helplessly: "Guardian Zhang. It's not that I don't want to go to the police, but that I don't have the police force at all."

Seeing that Li Zhiping was pushing his promise, Zhang Yan also became angry and said loudly: "Director Li, who are you talking about this? How many people are there in the police station? Is it the only one?"

Li Zhiping took off his hat, wiped his sweat and said, "There are more than a dozen corpses, but once the fight starts, all of these gangsters will run away and they will go back to fight."

Zhang Yan was also angry. Director Li was too arrogant. His subordinates were so in charge that they were really unworthy of being the director. He was about to waive this slack position, but then he thought that the appointment of a cadre was Lao Zhao's business, so it was a bit bad for him to get into trouble. Thinking of this, he no longer talked to Li Zhiping and went out directly.

When he walked out the door, he saw a bamboo pole hanging out of clothes, which were full of police uniforms. Zhang Yan was angry. He kicked the bamboo pole up, then copied it into his hand, then shook it hard, and threw out all the police uniforms hanging on the bamboo pole. Then he shook it in his hand, although it was a little longer. However, it was very important to wield it. It would be better to pull up the stand later. It would be better to have a longer style in the hands.

"The village chief, I'll give you a baton." Wang Ergou rushed over from behind, holding a few batons in his hand, and he had to take them and inserted them a few, as he walked one after another. Zhang Yan held back his smile and took two thickest and longest batons and inserted them under his ribs. He thought it was wrong, so he took one and inserted it to the left.

"Idiot!" Seeing Zhang Yan walking away, Li Zhiping spat hard on the ground, and then called Secretary Zhao's phone number: "Secretary Zhao, I am Xiao Li. The Erganzi Township Chief came to me just now. Well... I know, Township Chief Zhang has come to me. Now he has gone to the coal mine. Secretary Zhao, just take a look...ah, yes, yes, go now." Li Zhiping hung up the phone, his face turned pale, his hands tremblingly picked up the baton, and hurried out of the police station.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yan had already run to the coal mine. He could hear the shouts of killing from a distance. The bloody smell in the wind became stronger and stronger. Suddenly, the road turned around and a large empty field suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yan. Dozens of men in the empty field were shirtless, shovels, hoes, and eight-toothed rakes, which were flying everywhere.

Looking back, Wang Ergou could no longer find the figure. Of course, if he found the figure, Wang Ergou could not be considered as combat power. Zhang Yan only considered his combat power from beginning to end. Zhang Yan took a deep breath first, and then shouted loudly: "I am a policeman, stop me immediately!"

No one noticed Zhang Yan. Another bald man fell to the ground with a scream. Then a shovel was directly slapped on his head, and the blood was immediately stained with the shovel. Then there was the second shovel. The man under the shovel only blocked his arms when he was on the ground. By the second shovel, he could only twitch and had no ability to resist.

"***, I beat you up." The man with a shovel was full of beard. Seeing that his opponent fell to the ground and refused to let go, the shovel swung it again. Judging from his posture, he wanted to beat the opponent. The shovel fell down with the sound of the wind. The man lying on the ground closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the time of pain to arrive.

"Boom!" A bamboo pole accurately hit the bearded leg of the beard. The bearded man was suddenly attacked, and his body tilted involuntarily. The shovel also lost its correct head and cut it to the edge of the bald man's neck. The bald man was already frightened, but his eyes turned pale and fainted when he was frightened.

"*Your mother, you***..." The bearded man endured the pain and turned around suddenly, trying to fight the person who sneaked into his own. But the next second, his words were blocked in his throat, and a long and thick bamboo pole was stabbed straight into his stomach. The bearded man's face changed and changed, and finally he could only fall down unwillingly.

After a tenacious person suffers a severe blow to his stomach, he will lose his combat effectiveness due to severe pain. However, this kind of damage is only temporary and generally does not cause any permanent damage. It is the most suitable method of attack in the current situation. Zhang Yan looked at the form on the field coldly, suddenly shouted loudly, and broke into the center area with the largest number of fights.

"Where are you looking for death?" A red-faced man with eight-toothed rakes was slightly stunned. After hitting so many times, it was the first time he saw someone outside joining in. However, Lenggui turned his eight-toothed rakes and swung them over. The blood on the rake teeth flew out and smashed them toward the long-eyed head with strong wind.

Zhang Yan suddenly retreated and put away the bamboo pole. After the eight-toothed rake fell out, he saw the opponent's flaw and shouted "Kill!" This was the assassination technique taught by Lao Baitou to Zhang Yan. Lao Baitou's assassination technique was trained through countless bloody battles, and even the elite troops of the Japanese devils could not resist it. Although Zhang Yan was incomparable to Lao Baitou, he was still more than enough to deal with such a farmer.

The red-faced man fell to the ground and caused a stir of uneasy commotion. "Brother Ji was put on, he was thrusting his ideas, greeted him side by side, and served him in the dark green.

Everything and everything were all in a mess. Zhang Yanxin despised these part-time gangster thugs, shouted, and stabbed hard with all his energy. Although the opponent dodged left and right, he still couldn't dodge. He covered his stomach and slowly fell down, and his whole body shrank into a ball.

Now the people in the two villages were furious, and they put down their respective opponents and formed two groups, surrounding Zhang Yan on the left and right. These people were just like a common occurrence. They knew that the number of people was the upper hand, but they should gather people together and knock them down at once.

Zhang Yan was not panicked, holding three points in his hand and stepping on seven points. The bamboo pole was nearly four meters away. He was born again and was tall and big. He stood there with a bamboo pole in his hand. It was really majestic. For a moment, the people from the two villages did not dare to move rashly, and the situation suddenly became stalemate. A group of people on Zhang Yan's right were knocked over by Zhang Yan and scolded him immediately.

One of the group on the left of Zhang Yan was knocked over and another one was rescued by Zhang Yan. The attitude became more harmonious and he got married. He got married and almost got: "Big brother, you are a hero from there. This skill is so handsome. The turtle in Lijia Village is usually very good at bragging, so you can get over several of them."

Being ashamed of this, the people in Lijia Village could no longer help and cursed, "******, Zhaojia Village is full of dogs, and if they can't beat them, they will find someone to help them with their fists, which is so unsexual."

However, no matter how much he scolded, the people on both sides dared not rush over. Zhang Yan was standing in the middle. Whoever came over was a bamboo pole. Even if Zhang Yan was knocked down, he could not beat his opponent. It would be better to wait for his helper to come and fight, and the chances of winning were greater. In the stalemate, a person ran away with seven or eight electric batons hanging on his body, which was Wang Ergou.

"You are desperate, you dare to be strong at the village chief." Wang Ergou didn't even breathe, so he waved his hands to both sides, looking like he surrendered. However, the people on both sides were obviously suppressed by Wang Ergou's words. What a great official the village chief is, he is more powerful than the village chief. Since ancient times, the people have not fought with officials. If the government leader beats the head of the government, the consequences will be serious.

Just when the two villages were hesitating, Zhang Yan spoke: "I know very well what everyone is fighting, and I have a way to solve it. If everyone believes in me, give me some face, put the guy down, find a representative to go to the village with me, and explain the matter clearly. Isn't it better than killing a life or death?"

Book number: 189634 Napoleon's Eastern Marshal

Starting from chaos, I was summoned to that turbulent era by the revolutionary party of the 18th century.

A story about future people cannot easily yy, the truth is full of wild weirdness, welcome everyone to challenge the French Revolution era
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