Mr. Bai felt a little relieved when he saw the villagers' fanatical behavior. Combined with the performance of the Third Master just now, he immediately understood - a cult.

This is obviously a cult style.

This girl should be the saint of a cult, just like the saint of the White Lotus, and the heavenly priest in their mouths is essentially no different from the "Birthless Old Mother".

For hundreds of years, the Ming Dynasty has been severely attacking the White Lotus Sect and has never stopped.

As a gentleman, Mr. Bai is very particular about the six arts of gentlemen, so of course he will not like cults.

He grabbed Thirty-two and whispered: "There are people in this village who are cults? Are you actually mingling with these people?"

Thirty-two: "The one who respects evil gods is a cult. If it is a good god, it cannot be called a cult."

Mr. Bai: "Listen to what they shout, I'm afraid they will be a hammer. If such a slogan is not a cult, what is this?"

Thirty-two: "Well, that's because the Heavenly Lord [unconventional]."

Mr. Bai: "It's crazy...it's all crazy..."

Thirty-two smiled and said, "Mr. Bai, actually, I understand you. When I first came to this village, I also had the same idea as you, until I saw the Heavenly Lord casting spells with my own eyes."

Mr. Bai squinted his eyes: "There are all this kind of cult lie. There will always be a saint or witch who can see the evil god cast spells, but others can't see it, tsk."

Thirty-two: "But, the Heavenly Lord casts spells, you saw it just now."

A huge question mark slowly popped up from Mr. Bai's head: "When did I see it?"

Thirty-two pointed outside the city: "Just just now, sand breeze suddenly rose outside the city to help your servants and tenants escape into Gaojia Village, but do you feel the strong wind blowing?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Mr. Bai was stunned.

I just ran away in a panic and didn't think about it carefully. Now I think about it now and find that there is something strange. There is a strong wind outside the city, but I am standing hundreds of meters away, but I can't feel the wind slapping my face. This matter is really strange.

Thirty-two: "That wind is the Heavenly Lord casting spells."

Mr. Bai didn't know whether he should believe it.

At this time, the bandits outside the village stopped moving for the time being. When they heard the shouts of the people from Gaojia Village, they knew that the village had decided to resist. Since that was the case, they would tear each other apart and sent two errands back to notify the boss that they would come to attack Gaojia Village. The remaining people were sitting outside, looking at the high wall in front of them coldly.

The villagers in the city began to get nervous.

These villagers have no combat experience. When they encounter this, they have no idea what to do. They look at Thirty-two, and the latter can't do it either. They can only shake their heads, and the group of people have to go to see Gao Yiye.

Gao Yiye spread his hands and said, "The Heavenly Lord asked us to prepare ourselves first. He has something else to do, and he has to work hard for a while."

Everyone: "..."

Thirty-two grabbed Mr. Bai's arm in one hand: "Mr. Bai, it seems that you have to rely on your command. You are the coaching staff in Baijiabao, and you can fight."

Mr. Bai was so amused and laughed: "I lost and was driven here!"

Thirty-two: "As the saying goes, you will gain wisdom after learning from one mistake, you will definitely be better than us."

Mr. Bai thought carefully: "Forget it, I'll do it."

The bandits are now sending people to bring reinforcements, and the opponent's main force is looting their own property in Baijiabao. It takes at least four hours to go back and forth, and the bandits will not arrive at the earliest in the evening, and time is still in time.

Mr. Bai first counted the number of people. There were about 150 people in Gaojia Village, and there were seventy old and weak women who were not fighting. There were more than a dozen servants who fled into Gaojia Village just now and there were more than 60 tenants. All the servants were able to fight. After deducting the old and weak women from the tenants, there were twenty-four people who could fight.

Add all the battles together, and a hundred people will make a comeback.

More than one hundred people have a chance to rely on the two-meter-high city wall in Gaojia Village!

Mr. Bai was excited and waved his hand and directed: "The strong man moved the stones and moved all the big and small stones in the village to the city wall. The larger stones were used to top the back of the city gate and block the city gate holes. Even if the bandits destroyed the wooden door, they would not be able to rush into the city."

"Small and medium-sized stones are used to smash those enemies who climb the city, especially above the city gate. If the other party wants to force the city gate, throw the stones and kill them."

"If the stones are not enough, then demolish the stone house..."

He glanced at the village and saw that the whole village was full of dilapidated thatched huts, and only one building was made of stone. When he looked closely, the building was simply a conspicuous bag in the village, "Daoxuan Tianzun Cave", and it was brand new.

He was about to say, "You can tear this off."

Thirty-two next to him spoke first: "This is not allowed to be removed. If you want to remove it, [no place to die]."

Mr. Bai was stunned and thought to himself: It seems that all cultists in the village must protect this temple. I, an outsider, should stop making trouble and be a hero.

He asked loudly again: "Is there any oil in the village? If there is oil, you can boil it. When the bandits climb the city, boil the oil and pour it down..."

As soon as I said this, I felt a little regretful.

Just look at the houses in this village and you will know that the village is extremely poor. The broken thatched houses are covered with ragged villagers, and there are several shacks along the inner side of the city wall. Many people even don’t even have shacks. They lay hay on the ground and slept on the ground.

Where can I find oil in such a poor village? It seems that boiling water can only be used instead, but the effect of boiling water is far less than oil.

Just as he thought of this, he heard Thirty-two shouting: "You, you, you... and you, you, you can go to the warehouse for a dozen times, bring out the large basin of oil, prepare pots and pans, and let the women burn the oil."

The villagers who were named after the name responded and ran into a broken house. After a short while, a large pot of oil was lifted out.

This basin is actually a mineral water bottle cap, but after being put into the box, it becomes a huge water basin with a diameter of nearly one meter.

At this time, less than half of the oil was inside, otherwise more than a dozen villagers would not be able to move it.

This huge pot of oil was placed in front of Mr. Bai with a bang, and he was stunned: "So much oil? It smells so good. It's all the best rapeseed oil. This... during this severe drought... is Gaojia Village so rich?"

Thirty-two laughed: "The divine object given by the Heavenly Lord is enough to surprise you. Don't be stunned. What other methods can you do to defend the city? Take it out quickly."

Mr. Bai quickly woke up. Now he was racing against time. It was not a time to be shocked. He quickly led the more than 100 people who could fight onto the city wall, one team after another, and assigned them a defensive area step by step, explaining for a while what would happen if the bandits attacked from here, what would happen if they attacked from there, and what would happen if the bandits attacked the city...

A lot of confusing countermeasures have been drawn up.

At the same time, Li Daoxuan had already gone downstairs and stood in a toy shop of children, screening the rows of small toys on the counter...
Chapter completed!