When the soldiers who moved forward cautiously and with full vigilance walked through the three-mile mountain road, what they saw was not a solid firepower point firing angry bullets as they imagined, but a black and invisible bandit kneeling on the rugged mountain road.
Guns were piled high on the roadside like firewood, and at the front of the team were three guys who were tied into rice dumplings and could only writhe on the ground like maggots.
If this can be regarded as a bitter trick! This should be the most decisive trick in history, Xiang Xiang thinks.
At a glance, there were not 400 but more than 300 kneeling bandits. This was almost half of the bandits reported in the intelligence. If we add in the dozens of people killed by the mountain, and estimate forward, there are still more than 100 left.
Bandits hardly pose much of a threat anymore.
This was when Xiang Xiang didn't know that Ling Hong had killed nearly 100 bandits. Otherwise, he would have felt even more sad.
In fact, this was also the case. The bandits who had already handed over their bosses as surrender certificates had no intention of resisting and just led the way up the mountain.
The bandits who suddenly appeared in front of Ling Hong with bare hands almost startled Ling Hong. He had no psychological burden on how many people were killed in the battle between the two armies.
It was said that the new recruits were stupid, but even he, a veteran of many battles, hesitated for a few seconds.
Fortunately, the soldiers of the new recruit company appeared in time and explained this phenomenon that made Ling Hong stunned. The imaginary fierce battle only lasted less than ten minutes, and the bandits who numbered up to 500 actually gave up. Not only himself
Surrendered, and incidentally tied up his own leader who did not hesitate to "become a good man again after eighteen years".
Ling Hong, who knew that Zhou Shiyu was still interested in recruiting these bandits, secretly decided that he didn't care where these unscrupulous guys would end up, but he would never want one, and he didn't want to fight before the war started.
, he himself was kidnapped by his soldiers and used as a proxy. Looking at the faces of those three guys, you can tell that the feeling is terrible.
"Tsk, tsk, you're tied up so tightly, why are you still so naughty?" Ling Hong kicked Huang Qingxiang, who was tied like a rice dumpling and thrown to the ground.
In Huang Erye's slightly dazed eyes, Ling Hong added leisurely: "If you open your eyes so wide, you won't be afraid of being blinded!"
"Ahem!" The original version of the domineering president with a cool and handsome face couldn't help but feel the strange itchiness in his throat. These words seemed to be more lethal than the unknown weapon on his leg.
Xiang Qian looked at it noncommittally. The news from the recruits who had been searching in the village for nearly half an hour was not optimistic. In addition to finding some stored potatoes and bacon that could be used as army rations tonight, they actually found out
I couldn't find some of the glittering things that were said to be the place where Alibaba had a relationship with the Forty Thieves. What did Alibaba think?
Xiang Xiang and Ling Hong could fully imagine Fatty Tuanzuo's face after learning this bad news. According to rumors, Fatty Tuanzuo was planning to sell himself to Major Ji in order to show up in the ocean.
Naturally, the two Ali Babas who had not found the legendary treasure set their sights on the three rice dumpling thieves.
"Someone, please take the socks out of his mouth. Tsk, tsk, this smells good. It hasn't been washed for three months! It's still hard after being soaked in saliva for a long time." Ling Hong squatted beside Mr. Huang with a smile.
In front of her, with her big breasts, she looked like a main thug.
The face of a certain bandit leader who was squatting in the field surrounded by more than 20 soldiers with loaded ammunition could not help but blush. It belonged to him, but it had not been washed for three months.
Yes, one, two, three, four, five, six, the bandit who silently broke off a few fingers in his heart finally determined that it was half a year.
"You son of a bitch, come here if you want to be killed or beheaded. Don't humiliate Mr. Huang with your lies. I won't accept your words." Huang Qingxiang, who had removed the strong soy sauce-scented cloth in his mouth, continued to roar with his eyes wide open.
"Oh? If you don't want to do this thing, will you do that thing?" Ling Hong's smiling face remained unchanged and he continued to squat as if he wanted to discuss his life ideals with Mr. Huang.
"Boy, if you have the guts, let Mr. Huang go, beat me, and I will let you go." Huang Qingxiang rolled his eyes a few times and continued to roar heartlessly.
"Okay! No problem." Ling Hong didn't even think about it. He stretched his hand to the side, and a veteran smiled and threw a Hanyang-made bayonet.
Since the distribution of three-edged military bayonet, the original bayonet made in Hanyang has basically become a decoration, and a few veterans who still have a bayonet complex still hang the bayonet on their bodies.
When Shan Ying hesitated to speak, Ling Hong cut the rope and waited for the tall Huang Qingxiang to move his body, threw the bayonet to him, and smiled faintly: "Anyway, beating a child on a rainy day is idle.
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Huang Erye, who should have been so angry that he was vomiting blood, calmed down the moment he grasped the handle of the bayonet. He stopped staring with his bull's eyes and squinted at the pretty boy with a poisonous mouth in front of him.
Huang Erye has always played the role of a stupid and ruthless person. In fact, only those who know him well know that although Huang Erye's brain does not belong to Zhuge Liang's type of intelligent person, he is definitely not stupid. At least he is better than most of the people on the mountain.
Bandits need to be smart.
For example, when he saw this army searching the village for a long time and found nothing, and then the pretty boy used weird words to make fun of himself, Mr. Huang knew what his intention was. He clearly felt that he was not smart enough and wanted to open a breakthrough from himself.
Sure enough, when he pretended to be a fool and used words to provoke him, the man coaxed him to let go and gave him a knife. The meaning was very clear, and he was ready to capture him just like Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo.
Bye, and then tell him where the money is hidden.
However, he can't become Zhuge Liang, and he is definitely not the ignorant Meng Huo. What Huang Erye is thinking about now is how to put the knife on the pretty boy's neck so that he can leave this damn place. As for one life for another, then
It was something I did as a last resort. I lost a bowl-shaped scar on my head. The scar was really too big.
"Who can give me another knife? I'll play with Mr. Huang." Ling Hong looked at the veterans standing around watching the show.
At this moment, Huang Qingxiang moved, moved his bayonet forward, and stabbed the seemingly unprepared Ling Hong in the chest.
Ling Hong, who was two meters away, was still saying this with his head turned, seemingly not reacting at all to the vicious stab.
Shanying's cool face couldn't help but twitch, and he held the big bow at his side with his right hand, and also held the arrow in the quiver made of bobcat skin with his left hand.
"Sir, be careful." The veterans' expressions couldn't help but change, and they all pulled out the shell guns at their sides.
No one expected that this bandit would be as bold as a common man.
In fact, Mr. Huang is much bolder than they thought.