The bandits turned around and searched for the place where the sound came from, but many of them didn't take it seriously.

The bandits consciously let the space between the sound and the fire spread. As the fire spread, the light shone on the face of a tall and straight soldier holding a shell gun in both hands and wearing a gray military uniform with no emotion on his face.

He looked coldly at the bandits with his sharp sword-like eyes. Those who were swept by these eyes suddenly lost the courage to meet those eyes.

The one who got closer whispered: Why do you look like a guerrilla?

I was a little brave, so I started to take the rifle off my shoulder. Halfway through, I felt a chill on my lower back, followed by a chill from my lower back, and then a sharp pain, and the chill passed through my body.

Through the abdomen, he lowered his head and was surprised to see a bayonet coming out of the front of his abdomen with blood. This damn pain was too much. He opened his mouth wide and let out a harsh howl. Then he bent down and fell to the ground.

, twitching straight...

An order from a young voice came from the outer circle: "People inside, listen, no one is allowed to move. You have been surrounded. Putting down your weapons and surrendering is your only way out."

Why is this voice so familiar?

The people who made the noise must be guerrillas. The bandits who wanted to resist looked at their brothers who were still wailing and did not dare to move. The bandits in a circle near the periphery were pressed against their waists by hard objects. The bandits who had been holding guns for many years were separated from each other.

Even though he was wearing a thick cotton coat, he knew what it was, so he didn't dare to resist. He was pressed on the shoulder and squatted down. The gun was taken away from behind, and neither the long or short spear was left behind.

As the bandits kept squatting down, all the bandits knew that they were surrounded. The bandit leader next to the fire was still hesitant. He looked at the soldier standing behind the path given by the bandits holding two guns.

I feel that if I move a little louder, I will definitely not be able to see the sun tomorrow. The way I stand is definitely not comparable to that of the bandits I hate the most.

I thought about it countless times, maybe my brothers were still waiting for my order to resist. The few bandits who didn't have their guns on their backs held their guns tightly in their hands. Their palms were sweaty in the cold weather and they didn't dare to move.

No one wants to be the second person lying on the ground.

These guerrillas are so powerful that I didn't realize it before. The one who offended him was that old bastard Zhang Laojiu. He usually didn't bully the people, and he never had any idea of ​​guerrillas. Today, he was fooled by lard. What kind of loyalty is he talking about?

, after hearing the benefits of Zhang Laojiuxu’s two rifles, he came here...

Slowly, all the bandits squatted on the ground, except for the little leader who was still sitting. He knew that the person who came was evil. He had been operating in this area for many years. Maybe it was retribution, but he had not done anything harmful to nature. Finally, he felt like sitting down.

People can't feel the warmth next to the fire. Instead, they see endless darkness. It's too late to regret it now.

The little boss didn't speak, nor did he touch the gun. He felt that there was a murderer in front of him. He slowly took off the gun belt connected to the shell gun from his shoulder. The movement was so gentle, and finally

Putting it on the ground, he let out a long breath of bad breath that he had been holding in his heart.

The tall figure holding the two guns said nothing, but there was a rush of footsteps behind the figure. A small figure stepped over several bandits who were squatting blocking the road, and stepped on the bandits' backs unceremoniously.

When he arrived in front of the bandit leader, he picked up the shell gun that had just been taken off. He immediately turned around and moved closer to Li Yuan from the position the bandit gave way to. He stepped on the back of a bandit and squeezed behind the tall soldier.

The bandit whom the defendant trampled had a flattering smile on his face, and he exerted a little force on his back to hold on, but not to make the little guerrilla fall.

Li Yuan glanced around with stern eyes. He didn't find any legendary heroes in the world. He was a little disappointed. He walked slowly a few steps to the fire in front, got closer to the fire, and then sat down.

On the dry ground next to the bandit leader: "Give me your number, which hilltop?"

There was a hint of ruthlessness in his voice that could not be rejected.

The bandit leader's voice was trembling: "Don't dare, little Meng Gang, brothers call me 'Sai Meng Zhen' with a thin face. Brother, I haven't done any bad things. There are seniors above me and juniors below. Can you spare your life?"

"Okay, but it depends on whether you do bad things or not."

My heart, which was beating like train wheels, finally became calmer, and I let out a long breath.

The bandits finally began to look around. There were about ten people standing on the outside. There were dark holes in the bamboo forest with gun muzzles pointed at them. I don’t know how many guerrillas were inside. The bandits didn’t dare to turn around. There were about thirty pairs of eyes.

Turning around, looking at the dark gun muzzles all around, and hearing the conversation between the bandit leader and the evil god, most of the bandits breathed a sigh of relief.

A bandit was wondering if he had done something wrong by taking a chicken in the village at the foot of the mountain that day. Could it be considered a meritorious service if he robbed Liu Dashan's tribute to the national army? The national army specializes in fighting guerrillas, so this could be considered meritorious service.

Please help him. I heard that many years ago my neighbor Uncle Liu's nephew's cousin seemed to be in the guerrillas. I must make this clear to them.

As the muzzles of guns emerged from the bamboo forest, the small open space in the forest began to crowd. Some guerrillas were slowly tightening the back caps of grenades. Some put the old sleeves on their backs and began to

I picked up the various guns from the ground and put them on my back. In the darkness of the deep bamboo forest, a big man holding a machine gun swayed around and appeared in the firelight. His feet stumbled on the ground.

The bandits' hearts tightened when they saw it, but be careful not to lose your temper. Fortunately, the big man finally stopped. The bandits breathed a sigh of relief. Their little hearts tightened and relaxed, but why were their palms so sweaty?

I secretly rejoiced that I didn't resist just now, otherwise I might have become a sieve for Dachang Grain Store in Langxi County.

The guerrillas collected all the bandits' guns, and finally a young voice spoke up: "Hand over all the weapons you have, or you don't have to hand them over. We will find them later and shoot them."

At this time, the bandits spontaneously vacated a small piece of land. First there was the sound of knives hitting the ground and hitting the soil, and then there was the sound of tinkling. Thirty-one bandits, forty or fifty knives.

Li Yuan put away the gun, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and saw that the cigarette case was a bit flat. He opened the opening with his fingers, pushed the last cigarette that had climbed to the edge to the middle with his index finger, and took it out.

When he came out, the bandit next to him had a good look. He hurriedly pulled out a burning branch from the fire and handed it to Li Yuan. The branch was a bit big and as thick as an arm. There was no small one. The fire was burning brightly.

This is the smallest one in the bunch.

The firewood was thrown into the fire again, and there was smoke coming from the nose. The lower lip moved slightly: "Tell me, where did your boss go, and why are you the only ones here with your colors?"
Chapter completed!