Chapter 811: Instantly Overwhelms a Crowd {shkeju cm}Visit BookGuest to read novels~Jū & Chapter 811: Instantly Overwhelms a Crowd The core content is the textual content of Chapter 811 of "Rural Beauty." A deep, resonant roar of the rural cannon echoed through the night, followed immediately by a series of piercing cries. {shukeju om}Visit BookGuest to read novels~BookGuest)Jū Land Yun, who had just bent down and entered his bathroom, holding the rural cannon he had exchanged with Old Lady Wang, suddenly heard a sharp gunshot. Land Yun trembled, instinctively glancing at the cannon in his hands. He hadn't expected it to go off—how could there be a gunshot sound in his own courtyard? Lu Yun confirmed that the gunshot wasn't coming from the soil cannon in his hand, and instinctively thought of the soil cannon he had left behind in the yard. He muttered under his breath, "Oh no—definitely Linglan sister fired it. She doesn't know how powerful this soil cannon is! Would she really have killed someone?!" At that moment, the courtyard was in chaos, with continuous cries of pain. Concerned for Fei Xīnlán, Lu Yun grabbed his gun and dashed out, shouting, "Everyone, stay still! If anyone moves, I'll shoot!" The men immediately calmed down. Aside from the few who had been injured and lay groaning on the ground, there was no further noise in the courtyard. Lu Yun hurried toward Fei Xīnlán's house, holding his soil cannon. The men who hadn't been hurt, seeing Lu Yun with the gun, quickly gathered around, their expressions filled with alarm. Their iron poles and steel spears scattered on the ground as they all stared at Lu Yun in unison. Lu Yun glanced at these fellows and noticed that Jietxin Lan stood calmly on the steps of the door, her demeanor relaxed. He looked around her and saw no trace of the rustic rifle—so perhaps his initial judgment was wrong; had the gunshot not been fired by Lan? "As soon as Fei Xinlan finished speaking, a hearty voice came from inside Lu Yun's room. With footsteps echoing, a solid, well-built man stepped out from the doorway. {shkeju cm}Read novels at... Shukeju~" "Hua Zi-uncle?" Lu Yun exclaimed, completely surprised—never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the one who had fired the shot would be the slightly tipsy Hua Zi. The content is from Chapter 811 of the novel "Rural Beauty." Hua Zi beamed and said, "A wall can always be repaired—how could I just sit here and drink your wine for nothing? These bunch of pests? I'll take care of them, just like I'd handle a rabbit." Lu Yun felt a warm glow in his heart. It seemed Hua Zi had anticipated trouble at his home, which is why he had brought his homemade gun and taken refuge in his room. He just didn't know when exactly Hua Zi had arrived—during the time he and Xinlan were engaged in their private moments, their movements must have been quite loud, and surely Hua Zi had heard quite a bit of it. Tie-xin Lan seemed to be pondering the same question. When her gaze met Huazǐ’s sincere, earnest eyes, a warmth spread across her face, and she quickly turned her head aside, her heart pounding rapidly. “Huazǐ Uncle, these men will be taken care of,” Lu Yun smiled gratefully at Huazǐ and approached the group of men gathered together. “Were you sent by Wang Heihú?” "Wang Heihu's reinforcements were mostly just ordinary street fighters—fine for regular brawls, but now, with Lu Yun pointing a gun at them, and given that the previous shot already proved their gun wasn't just decorative, at this close range, a single shot would mean the end for these fifteen or so men." "Yes," replied a young man with yellow hair, smiling slightly. Lu Yun frowned and barked, "Has Wang Heihu arrived?" The yellow-haired youth looked troubled. "No, he hasn't. How could the head of the gang personally intervene in something like this? He only sent us to take the children from this place and bring them back." Lu Yun chuckled. "Wang Heihu wants to capture me. Go ahead—do what you need to." Saying this, he pulled the breech of the gun, loaded a cartridge, and immediately aimed it squarely at the yellow-haired youth. "Brother, please—don't shoot! We're doing exactly as we're told. If we don't follow orders, we won't have a living wage at all." The young man with gray hair quickly knelt down on the ground, while the others stepped back, leaving him alone at the front. Lu Yun slowly lowered his gun and asked in a steady voice, "How many of you have come?" "Ten... ten in total, all here now. Four were knocked down just now by a single shot. Brother... we're ready to talk—please don't let things escalate." The young man was clearly nervous, speaking in a hurried, disjointed manner, clearly shaken. Lu Yun chuckled coldly and said, "Since you're acting under orders, I won't make things difficult for you tonight. But go back and tell Wang Heihu, don't think that because you've been living in the city and act so polished, you can come here and show off. Tell him that this is our people's territory—there's no room for him, the fat pig, to act bossy. If he dares to show up again, know that my gun isn't just for show—come how many, I'll take how many down." "Of course, I'll deliver your message exactly as you said." The young guy with the yellow hair nodded eagerly, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead in a steady stream. Man, being pointed at with a gun was worse than dying ten times over. Even more frustrating was that something he thought would be easy had turned into this mess—back home, he’d definitely be getting a dressing-down from his boss. "Go on, take those guys who're being treated like slaughtered pigs and move them out—don’t dirty our courtyard!" Land Yun barked. Relieved beyond words, the young man nodded vigorously, quickly waved to his companions behind him, and helped lift his wounded comrade who lay on the ground groaning. He then hurried toward the courtyard entrance. "Wait," Land Yun suddenly said. The young man with the silver hair stopped mid-step, turned around, and shook with nervousness, asking, "Young hero, is there anything else I can do?" "Bring out everything you’ve been hiding." "Hurry up! Lay down all your gear—otherwise, you’ll be shot!" "Heard that, the young man immediately pulled out a dagger from his waist and hurriedly tossed it to the ground. The other ten or so followed suit, and soon the ground was strewn with several dozen daggers gleaming with a sharp, cold sheen. Lu Yun smiled, murmuring, 'Man, the weapons these people carry—well, they're quite a few. Maybe I'll come in handy with these later.' 'Are there any more things you'd like?' the young man asked, braving his way. 'No,' Lu Yun replied, his face serious, waving his earth-made spear. But as he did so, he accidentally had the cartridge from the spear's stock drop to the ground with a soft 'pop.' The young man now stood just over three meters away from Lu Yun. Though he maintained a respectful demeanor, he remained constantly alert to Lu Yun's every move—having lived in the outer county for so long, his keen senses and subtle tactics had become second nature." As soon as he saw the bullets from Lu Yun's gun fall to the ground, the man who had appeared earlier had already fired his shot. If he wanted to refill the gun with powder and sand, it would take considerable time. In a matter of thought, the respectful smile on the young yellow-haired boy's face turned into a fierce sneer. This is the text content from Chapter 811 of "Rural Beauty." Lu Yun also noticed the cannon ball landing, but didn't expect the young man with white hair to suddenly charge toward him. By the time he recovered, a solid iron punch had already reached his face. With no time to think, he ducked his neck, lifted the gun barrel, and immediately used the stock to drive into the young man's abdomen. The young man's punch had been unexpected—Lu Yun had assumed it would hit him squarely—but it only missed by a fraction, and he narrowly avoided it. As a result, the young man stood stunned, his abdomen jolted with sharp pain as Lu Yun delivered a powerful, decisive blow with the stock. The white-haired youth grunted, extended both hands, and tightly gripped the gun stock, shouting, "Don't hesitate—get up there! If we don't catch the man, everyone will suffer when we return. The boy's gun is out of action—move now!" Despite taking two solid kicks from Lu Yun, the young man gritted his teeth and roared with determination. The remaining seven or eight young men immediately charged forward, but before they even reached Lu Yun, they were suddenly hit by a fragrant breeze. A ghostly figure darted past them, and one after another, they let out piercing cries of agony. Seven or eight of them collapsed like drunkards, lying motionless on the ground—so soft and limp that if it weren't for their intermittent moans of pain, one might have thought their entire skeletons had been crushed. Lu Yun rolled his tongue, well, Xinlan sister must be quite formidable—she'd already laid out seven or eight young men in a single encounter. If he'd known this earlier, he'd never have gone to Mrs. Wang's house to exchange his gun for one. Thinking of his promise to Mrs. Wang to trade guns for guns, he felt deeply regretful. Seeing the stubborn, unyielding young man still clutching his gun handle, he sneered, "You smug-faced lion, daring to play tricks on me? Are you really going to grow tired of living?" The young guy with yellow hair went completely dumb. Now clutching the stock of his rifle had become an instinctive habit. Though he hadn't clearly seen what had happened behind him, his ears were sharp—his comrades' agonized cries pierced him like sharp bullets, cutting through both his body and his mind. ……Share Village Beauty 811, Chapter List 811: A wave of casualties instantly overwhelmed the scene—updated!