When the soldiers who were cautiously on guard walked through the Sanli Mountain Road, they saw not the solid firing point that fired angry bullets in their imagination, but the bandits kneeling on the rugged mountain road with no head in sight.

Guns were piled high on the side of the road, and at the front of the line were three men tied into rice dumplings that could only writhe like maggots on the ground.

If that's a bitter ploy! This should be the most decisive bitter trick in history, forward thinks.

At a cursory glance, there are more than 300 kneeling bandits, which is almost most of the bandits in the intelligence, and if you add the dozens killed under the mountain, and estimate it forward, there are still more than 100 bandits left, and it is almost impossible to pose much of a threat.

This was the case that Xiang Xiang didn't know that Ling Hong had already killed nearly 100 bandits, otherwise, he would have put his heart in his stomach even more.

In fact, the bandits, who had already handed over several of their bosses as voters, had no intention of resisting, and honestly led the way up the mountain.

Suddenly, the bandits who appeared in front of Ling Hong with their bare hands almost didn't startle Ling Hong, he didn't have any psychological burden on how many people the two armies killed in the battle, but he hit the muzzle of the gun with his bare hands without fear, not to mention that the recruits were stupid, even he, a veteran of a hundred battles, hesitated for a few seconds.

Fortunately, the recruit company soldier who appeared in time explained this phenomenon that made Ling Hong dumbfounded. The imaginary fierce battle broke out in less than ten minutes, and the bandits, who numbered as high as 500, were instigated, not only surrendering themselves, but also taking the leader who tied up his own family and did not hesitate to "be a good man again after eighteen years".

Ling Hong, who knew that Zhou Shiyu still had the idea of the source of these bandits, secretly decided that he didn't care where these undisciplined guys would go in the end, but he would never want one, he didn't want to fight before the battle started, and he was kidnapped by his soldiers to be a voter.

"Tsk, the tie is so strong, why are you still so naughty?" Ling Hong kicked Huang Qingxiang, who was tied into a dumpling and thrown to the ground.

In Huang Erye's slightly dazed eyes, Ling Hong added leisurely: "Stare at such a big eyeball, don't be afraid to stare at it blind!" ”

"Ahem" The original version of the domineering president with a cool and handsome face couldn't help the strange itch in his throat, and these words seemed to be more lethal than the murder weapon on his lap of unknown origin.

Looking forward but noncommittal and indifferent, the information from the recruits who have been searching in the cottage for nearly half an hour is not optimistic, except for finding some stored potatoes and bacon that can be used as military rations tonight, they did not find some of the golden things that the legendary Alibaba had with the forty thieves, what does this make Alibaba think?

Xiang Xiang and Ling Hong could fully imagine the face of the fat man Tuanza after learning of this not very good news, according to the grapevine, the fat Tuanza was ready to sell himself to Major Ji to show up in the ocean.

Naturally, the two Ali baba, who did not find the legendary treasure, set their sights on the three zongzi thieves.

"Someone, take the socks from his mouth for me, tsk, this smells so good, I haven't washed it for three months! The saliva is still hard for half a day. Ling Hong squatted in front of Huang Erye with a smile, this big-breasted shape is the main thug at a glance.

The face of a bandit leader who was squatting in the field surrounded by more than two dozen soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition involuntarily dyed a little ashamed, it was an item that belonged to him, but it was not that it had not been washed for three months.

Yes, one, two, three, four, five, six, the bandits who silently broke a few fingers in their hearts finally determined that it was half a year.

"Turtle son, if you want to kill it, come quickly, don't humiliate you Huang Erye with nonsense, Lao Tzu won't eat your set." Huang Qingxiang, who had removed the sauce and fragrant cloth in his mouth, continued to widen his eyes and roared.

"Oh? If you don't eat this set, you eat that set? Ling Hong's smile remained unchanged, and he continued to squat and asked with an attitude of wanting to talk about life ideals with Huang Erye.

"Boy, if you have a kind, let go of Huang Erye and I, win Lao Tzu, and let Lao Tzu fall." Huang Qingxiang's bull's eyes turned a few times, and he continued to roar heartlessly.

"Good! No problem. Ling Hong didn't think about it at all, and stretched out his hand to the side, and a veteran smiled and threw a Hanyang-made standard bayonet.

Since the three-sided military stabs were distributed, the original bayonets made by Hanyang have basically become decorations, and several veterans who still have a bayonet complex still carry the bayonets on their bodies.

In the look of the mountain eagle who wanted to speak and stopped, Ling Hong cut the rope, and waited for Huang Qingxiang, who was tall and tall, to move his body, threw the bayonet to him, and smiled faintly: "Anyway, if you beat a child on a rainy day, you will be idle if you are idle." ”

Huang Erye, who should have vomited blood, calmed down the moment he held the handle of the bayonet, and he didn't continue to stare at a pair of bull's eyes, squinting at the little white face in front of him with a poisonous mouth.

Huang Erye has always played a stupid and coarse image, in fact, only those who know him know that although Huang Erye's brain does not belong to Zhuge Liang-style intelligent characters, he is definitely not stupid, at least smarter than more than half of the bandits in the mountains.

For example, watching this army search the stockade for a long time and found nothing, and then the little white face used strange words to make fun of himself, Huang Erye knew what his idea was, and he obviously felt that his brain was not enough to open a breakthrough from himself.

Sure enough, he pretended to be a reckless man a little and used words to provoke, and this one coaxed himself to let go, and gave himself a knife, the meaning was obvious, and he was ready to let himself come to worship like Zhuge Liang caught Meng Shu, and then tell him where the money was hidden.

It's just that he can't become Zhuge Liang, and he is definitely not Meng Shu who has few brains, and what Huang Erye is thinking about now is how to put the knife on the neck of Xiaobaimian to leave this damn place. As for saying that one life for one life, it was something that was only done when I was forced to do it in the end, and my head fell out of the bowl with a big scar, and the scar was really big.

"Whoever gives me a knife again, I'll play with Huang Erye." Ling Hong's eyes looked at the veterans who were standing around and watching the play.

At this moment, Huang Qingxiang moved, the bayonet moved forward, and stabbed Ling Hong, who seemed to be unprepared, in the chest.

And Ling Hong, who was two meters away, was still saying this with his head sideways, and he didn't seem to have half a reaction to this fierce stab.

Mountain Eagle's cool face couldn't help twitching, and he pinched the big bow at his side with his right hand, and pinched the arrow in the quiver made of bobcat skin with his left hand.

"Sir, be careful." The veterans' faces couldn't help but change, and they pulled out the shell guns on their sides one after another.

No one expected that this bandit would be so bold.

In fact, Huang Erye was much bolder than they thought.