The mountains and forests are foggy and cold. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoOccasionally, the sound of heavy snow crushing tree branches, or the wailing of jackdaws can be heard from afar, making it feel even more clear.

Soon the fog was pushed away, and a man dressed in white came out slowly, wearing a white hood on his head, and he couldn't see his appearance at all, only a cloud of mist came out of his mouth and nose from time to time.

Cautiously taking a few steps forward, he half-crouched behind a tree and observed carefully, and half-time raised his right hand and made a few gestures. Soon two more people in the same costume appeared behind them, and after looking around, they quickly moved forward.

"Battalion commander, this is Qi Sanhe's territory."

The head of the brain snorted.

Qi Sanhe is an old bandit, and it is said that their family has fallen into the grass in the Ming Dynasty. With hundreds of years of experience, the Qi family has taken the role of this industry to the extreme. "Robbing, killing, kidnapping, and burning" have formed an industrial chain.

In Jiangxi, Guangdong, Fujian, and Hunan provinces, Qi Sanhe is the demon king that the people smell and change. As long as his name appears, it will be accompanied by the destruction of the family, the death and injury.

"Be careful not to reveal our whereabouts!"

At first, I didn't understand why the winter "camouflage" on my body was white, but now I finally understand the painstaking efforts of the division commander. As long as you wear it the other way around, it is the best camouflage in the snow, and after wearing a hood, your face is not so cold.

"Bullnose just thinks far!"

But at this moment, one of the team members shouted in a deep voice, "

"Battalion commander, an anomaly has been found ahead."

A puff of black smoke rose up, accompanied by a cry, which made the heart of the brain clench suddenly. A childhood memory that I don't want to confide in has resurfaced in front of me.

It was the same that day, with cries, shouts, and struggling bodies everywhere. They were their own relatives and their neighbors, but they were all reduced to cold corpses in the wanton killing of bandits. By the time it was all over, the village that had been laughing and laughing in the past had turned to ashes in the flames. If he hadn't been adopted by Master, I'm afraid his life would have ended at the age of six.

"Go up and have a look!"

Brainhead said through gritted teeth.

A small village was already surrounded by dozens of bandits, who laughed unscrupulously and fired a shot into the air from time to time, frightening the villagers one by one. Although they were already crying and begging for mercy, the bandits still stabbed people to death with red tassel guns.

"Diao Min of Doujia Village, Lao Tzu asked you to hand in this year's offering five days ago, but as a result, a few of the brothers sent were killed by you, isn't it just relying on the support of the second master of the Big Sword Society? Today, Lao Tzu will wash your Doujia Village in blood, and see if the second master dares to come to the rescue! ”

A bandit leader shouted arrogantly.

He rode a black horse and looked imposing. But there were several human heads hanging from the horse's neck, now dripping with blood.

"Three masters, these poor bones don't have anything good, just kill people and set fire to them and leave, I think the people of the Big Knife Society don't dare to move."

A cross-eyed bandit shouted loudly.

"Don't, Lao Tzu has already put an eyeliner out, and now it's time to go to Beitouzhuang. If those mud legs of the Big Knife Society don't dare to move, what kind of blood alliance is a. And in the future, on this earth, they will not believe even the demons in what they say. If it moves, the English quick gun I bought this time will be bloody. Anyway, most of them are big knives and spears, but no matter how fast the knife is, can it be faster than a gun? ”

Speaking of this, the bandit burst out with a oozing laugh.

"The three masters are wise!"

The bandits below shouted one after another, and the movements in their hands became bigger and bigger, and in a short time, more than a dozen people fell in a pool of blood. And in the room on the side, there are also people coming in and out. Listening to the heart-rending cries, it should be the bandits who dragged the women here to vent.

"What about the battalion commander?"

As soon as the soldiers saw this tragic situation, they were angry and bloody, and they were about to rush forward desperately.

"Sharpshooters, take a vantage point on the top of the hill, shoot one shot to change places, one group of two groups of fighters advances in battle formation, three groups protect the station."

To complete the task, or to save the people, it is also difficult to solve the problem in the head of the brain in an instant. But in the end, he decided to attack the bandits, and no matter how much he was criticized by the division commander when he returned, he had to do it.

After arranging the head of the head, raise both hands and wave forward at the same time. The two battle groups immediately marched in columns.

"Bang!"

Hanyang has already installed a muffler, which has just been manufactured by the arsenal, and it is many times stronger than the original iron roll.

A bandit squatting on the periphery and smoking a cigarette immediately spurted a stream of blood plasma from his head. And the people standing next to him didn't know what was going on. When the blood splashed on his face, he looked around stupidly.

"Bang!"

There was another soft thud, and the head of the standing bandit was torn open by the powerful impact, and his body slammed into the wall, and then slowly slipped.

The two combat teams came to the entrance of the village in an instant, observed for a few minutes, and then one of the team leaders made a gesture.

The sharpshooter followed his finger and spotted a machine gun on the roof, surrounded by a few guys smoking. It may be that the killing excites them, and they are laughing and saying something.

"Poof!"

Just for an instant, the voices of the three people stopped abruptly, as if time stood still, and the three people still had weird smiles on their faces, but the blood that flowed quickly put a red mask on them.

The leader of the first group nodded slightly, took off the flower mechanism behind his back, and put a muffler on the muzzle of the gun.

He made a gesture, and the two team members gently pushed open the door next to him, only to see a bandit actually hiding there to bake the fire, looking at these "pure white" people in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Click."

Several shell casings flew out of the chamber of the gun, and the guy threw himself into the fire at once, only to be kicked to the side.

"Safety."

The first group of people all entered the small courtyard, and their right hands were placed on the shoulders of their comrades in front. The team leader gently pushed the door open after dripping some soybean oil on the door.

There happened to be a man standing by the door, and he was still looking at everything in front of him in ignorance. I saw that the person who came in waved his backhand, and a dagger stabbed into his gaping mouth in an instant.

"Ho-ho."

After a few struggles, the man stopped convulsing. The team leader stepped back, and the steaming dagger was inserted back into the scabbard, and the lifeless body slowly slid to the ground.

"Safety."

The bed was full of people, all dressed as local villagers, but they had been dead for a long time. The team leader looked at the bandit on the ground, and saw that he was still holding something in his hand, which should be a guy who came to loot property.

"The third child, it's almost there, poor bones ......."

One of the bandits walked in screaming, only to feel a chill on his neck, and he immediately fell to his knees.

"Hero, if you have something to say,......。"

"Boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, a dagger stabbed into his temple.

"Our order is a no-stay."

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What do you say about the sentry problem! I didn't write it, but that doesn't mean I didn't, and the reconnaissance battalion was killed.

This is all written down, and the article will be verbose, right?

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