Meng Ge pulled his skis and climbed all the way up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The snow was very deep, and if he hadn't been forcing himself to memorize everything about this path up the mountain, Meng Ge would probably have fallen into a dark hole and lost his life.

On the skis behind Meng Ge was a large jar of salt that she had brought out of the bandits' den, about ten catties.

There were also two small cloth bags of grain. A bag of rice and a bag of wheat flour are nearly ten catties.

On Mongo, there were also some bits and pieces of seasoning that he had taken from the kitchen.

These days, they are afraid to eat the tasteless prey.

Climbing to the predetermined place, Meng Ge was already sweating through, and he couldn't even breathe out of the air.

Looking at this silvery slope without any shelter, Meng Ge was very satisfied.

When the bandits first chose to choose the grass, it was probably still spring and summer, and they didn't consider the harm caused by heavy snow.

Because it was really cold, Meng Ge didn't dare to let himself sit and rest like this, lest he would never get up again after sitting down.

In her previous life, she had seen documentaries of those who went to conquer the conquistadors who died on Mount Everest. Those who sat down to rest because of fatigue never came down again.

Looking at the stockade standing in the heavy snow at the bottom of the mountain, Meng Ge breathed a few sighs of relief, and then rolled a few snowballs in the corresponding places.

Once the snowballs were in place and placed in their respective positions, Mongo waited for the time to come.

At present, it should be Shen Shizhong, and after a while, the sky will be dark. When the time comes, pushing the snowball down should bury as many of those people as possible.

Although, all along, Meng Ge has not had much prejudice against bandits. Because I feel that the so-called bandits are just forced by life to fall into the grass.

But after losing his parents and witnessing the brutal slaughter of the people who passed by, Mongo decided to bury the bandits.

Winter in the north darkens early. Therefore, before the unitary arrives, it is already nightfall.

Meng Ge listened to the movement down the hill and knew that it was time for those people to gather for a refreshed dinner.

In order to make those people poisoned faster, Meng Ge mixed a large amount of gansui powder in the sauce jar.

After all, the raw Gansui is more toxic.

Meng Ge listened quietly, trying to discern the extent of the bandits' poisoning from the voices that came from them.

After there were really bursts of ghosts crying wolves in the cottage, Meng Ge grinned, and his heart that had been hanging for an afternoon also fell.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the cottage, Meng Ge did not hesitate to roll seven snowballs down from different places.

On snowy nights, even though the sky is already dark, the light is always white. It shines as brightly as the moon at night.

Meng Ge looked at the snowball that was getting bigger and bigger, and listened to the slight rumble of the snowball along the road, and his heart was both excited and excited, and a little sad and angry.

Originally, none of these things should have been done by her. However, in troubled times, if they really have to wait for the people from the government to clean up the bandits, I am afraid that their sister and brother will have been reincarnated a long time ago.

The snowballs rolled down towards the cottage at an increasing speed, and three of them had already gone off track and gone somewhere else.

Only four of them are still castrated and crushed down to the cottage. Meng Ge's heart hung in his throat.

Seeing that the snowball was about to reach the cottage, suddenly there was a neighing sound of horses at the mountain gate.

In the dark night, there were sporadic fires shining through the silvery shadows of the trees.

Oops, the bandits who came down the mountain are back. Will they ruin the plan this time?

Meng Ge stared nervously at the snowballs, fearing that something would happen and miss the four snowballs, allowing the bandits in the cottage to escape.

Fortunately, God has always been on the side of justice. The snowballs are still rolling forward.

As for the bandits who had already entered the cottage, they were not aware of anything unusual.

Meng Ge clenched his little hands, his heart fluttered, and his face was a little tingling when he was blown by the mountain wind.

But Mongo no longer felt her presence, and she was only focused on the success of the plan.

The firelight finally extended to the main entrance of the stockade, and Meng Ge faintly heard the woman's cry.

What bastards, these damn brutes. Meng Ge scolded hatefully in his heart.

It was at this time that the snowball was finally thrown from a stone platform behind the stockade and smashed into the stockade.

Meng Ge felt very happy listening to the sound of snowballs crushing the houses in the stockade, and the exclamations of the bandits who had no time to escape.

In the chaos, the horses were neighing, and the village was not lively. After the four snowballs fell one after another, the sound in the stockade was much quieter.

At this moment, Meng Ge stepped on the ski, supported it by two wooden sticks that had been placed on the side, and paddled into the stockade.

She was going to rescue the women who had been robbed. If they're still alive, of course. Perhaps, they are still willing to live.

The wind in the mountain was hard, and Meng Ge had been freezing on the mountain for a long time, his hands and feet were a little stiff, and he almost fell to the side halfway and fell upside down.

Fortunately, Meng Ge was born with good motor nerves and quickly regained his balance.

Finally, we are about to reach the cottage area. Meng Ge made a few horizontal circles left and right, slowing down his speed.

"Whew, I didn't expect to be able to ski like this in this life, it's so exciting!" Meng Ge muttered with a sense of excitement.

The place where she stopped was the stone layer behind the stockade. It should have been built by the bandits to stop the mud and rocks from rolling down the mountain.

However, before Meng Ge got off the skis, there was movement in the stockade again.

"Second master, this snowball is coming strangely, why don't I take my brothers up the mountain to investigate?" In the silent night, when all the voices were calm, this question seemed quite abrupt.

"Gather all the brothers together and see the casualties. The people who just came back from outside the mountain with me, all went up the mountain for me to see. ”

Although Meng Ge's ears were buzzing with the wind, he could hear a thick murderous aura coming towards the man's words through gritted teeth.

Meng Ge felt that something was wrong, and quickly turned the skateboard in a different direction and slipped away according to the route that had been surveyed before.

While speeding up, Meng Ge deeply regretted. Is this the so-called millennium of scourge?

"Second master, look over there, there are people there?"

Behind him, someone suddenly shouted.

Oh no, it's been discovered! Meng Ge took a deep breath, ignoring the sore lungs, and tried to paddle forward.

From here, to the west, the thieves could be taken in the opposite direction to the cave where Yu Yang was hiding.

On that side, there is a small cliff, and if you jump down the cliff, you can paddle back down the slope.

Of course, Mongo wasn't stupid enough to come back here. Before jumping down, she would just grab her skis and swing them up to a hole in the cliff by climbing the vines that had been hanging there for a long time.

That hole leads to the place where Yu Yang and they are hiding.