Novel Series No. 2: I am Bai Chongxi

Tan Mazi said in a loud voice, "The brothers are all calm, and the back is held by Lao Tzu, and everyone Ma Li crosses the bridge!" ”

Before the words could be heard, I heard the sound of gunshots "snapping", only to see the bridge cut in two pieces in unison from the middle and fall straight down the ditch. Then, in the trees on both sides of the stream, behind the stones, a "kaka" sound sounded, and in this quiet mountain stream, the sound was particularly real, and it seemed to be such a sound all over the mountain.

The bandits had a number in mind: it was the sound of a gun bolt being pulled!

A few bandits could not hold their breath, stood up and ran. Without running a few steps, the gunshots on the mountain sounded one after another, and all of them were knocked to the ground at the moment, and some other bandits who were just about to get up quickly shrank down.

Tan Mazi scolded, "Which way?" Don't be the shrunken king eight, come out and hand over a word! ”

But the mountain is silent. Scattered around, in addition to all kinds of mountains and stones, there are high and low wild grasses and yellow, yellow, green and green trees, and the branches sway with the wind, but there is no one in sight.

After half a day, Tan Mazifang slowly stretched out his head and looked at the mountains on both sides.

"Bang!" A shot was fired, and Tan Mazi's hat flew.

At this time, the bandits were relieved, shouting and scolding, and the other raised their guns to shoot randomly at the mountain, but the mountain did not return a shot, hit a bag of cigarettes, stopped their hands, and there was no movement in the four places.

The bandits intuitively felt that there were black and dark guns everywhere against the door of their heads, but the people were ghosts and there was no trace of them, and they couldn't help but stand up straight.

Tan Mazi shouted, "Di Na Ma! There is something to say a bright hall, hiding in the dark under the fierce hand, what a good man! ”

On the mountain, only the branches are still shaking. For the first time, the bandits encountered such a position, and they could no longer hold their breath. A bandit shouted and jumped up and fired a shot at the hill. In the blink of an eye, several shots came over, and I saw that the bandit's chest was spattered with blood, and one of them fell to the ground and struggled a few times.

These bandits are used to killing people and setting fires, and all of them are characters who lick blood on the head of the knife and roll in the blood nest, but at this time, all of them have a cold backbone, and their hearts and eyes are about to jump out of their throats.

The unique Tan Mazi still had some courage and scolded loudly. "Fuck! It's a ghost or a demon, open your mouth to talk! To die or live, to give a pain, not so torturous! ”

After another half a day, Fang listened to a burst of wild laughter coming out of the bushes on the mountain: "Hahaha, the people below have all pricked up their ears and listened carefully, Lao Tzu is the first company of the model battalion." You have won the magic trick of our white company commander to drill into the tiger's nest and poke his ass, and now you can't fly away even if you plug in your wings. ”

I have heard that tigers have a habit of advancing their butts when they return to their nests. Some brave hunters saw the timing and waited in the tiger hole first, and when the tiger came back and entered the hole backwards, they poked at its ass with a knife and stabbed it, and they took the tiger's life lightly. This method bandit naturally knew, and at this time his heart was also like a mirror: someone had brought the old nest, and the man's gun was on his stomach door.

I was panicking, so I heard the big voice on the mountain ring again: "Those who know each other, put down the guy in your hand and stay honest; if you don't want to live, you stand up!" Let me show you our means first. Come and look up at the wild fruit tree in front of you..."

Not far from the bandits, there was a fruit tree with a bucket thickness of three or four inches high, and the upper part was full of fist-sized yellow fruits, and the loud voice on the mountain fell, and three shots were fired on the hill on the right, and the three fruits were shattered.

The bandits screamed and did not exit, and three shots were fired on the hill on the left, and three more fruits were broken. At this time, the bandits were all discouraged, and they shrank their heads and did not dare to move.