In the afternoon, Sunrise Fort was bathed in a soft sunshine, and the bleak autumn breeze added a chill to the crisp weather.

In the courtyard, three towering wooden poles are crowned with wind flags. Miao Yin's subordinates replaced the sliding ropes on the flagpole with three tough nylon ropes, and several big men hugged Lao Wang and walked towards the first flagpole.

"Brother, fellow, old iron! We have something to say, not like this. ”

Lao Wang struggled and persuaded everyone bitterly: "This flagpole is so thin, it will definitely not be able to hang people, you can just find a place to tie me up, I can look at the place next to the horse!" ”

The big men didn't speak, pressed Lao Wang to the ground and began to wrap the rope, and after a while, they tied him up like a hairy crab.

"Dude! I'm so heavy, it's hard for you to pull me up, I'll just lie here, so I won't bother you! Please, I'm afraid of heights, why don't you talk about drafting! Are you deaf? ”

Lao Wang's bitter pleading gradually turned into scolding, and the few big men who were in charge of binding never made a sound.

Lao Wang was pressed to the ground and gnawed on a mouthful of mud, turned his head to look at Ziyang next to him and shouted with a crying voice:

"Lao Li, you have to think of a way, Lao Tzu is hung so high, even if he can't die, he will fall into the mud!"

Zi Yang sighed and lowered his head, it was all mud bodhisattvas who crossed the river and could not protect themselves, and now unless God opened his eyes, no one could save them.

Lao Wang shouted for a long time, seeing that no one paid attention to him, he turned his head and yelled at Miao Yin: "Yinzi, you just step on the horse and make a joke, don't play really!" ”

Miao Yin looked at him gloomily, and raised his hand to make a gesture. Several big men willingly helped Lao Wang up, skillfully tied the rope of the flagpole behind his back, and several people pulled one end of the rope hard, and Lao Wang, like a zongzi, slowly rose up.

"Damn, I have the ability to stab Lao Tzu, what kind of hero is it to torture Lao Tzu like this! Lao Tzu Bah, Bah, Bah! The old dynasty kept spitting below, and several people who "raised the flag" had his spit on their faces and bodies. A few people were ruthless, and with a force on their hands, Lao Wang was raised to the top of the flagpole - don't you say, this flagpole is really very tough, and Lao Wang's weight of 180 pounds was hung on it without breaking.

"Lao Wang, stop kicking your legs! Be careful to break the flagpole! Zi Yang looked up at the pulley on top of the flagpole and reminded him with some concern. It's one thing to hang on a flagpole, it's another to fall down.

As soon as he said this, Lao Wang finally hung on it honestly and did not move.

Several big men who "raised the flag" wrapped the rope around the flagpole and fixed it, and turned to look at Miao Yin.

"It didn't fall, Asgen, your pole is quite strong!" Miao Yin looked at everyone and said, as if he was a little surprised by this result.

"Who's next? Kitano Chong, you have been looking for me for so long, how about I ask you to taste the northwest wind on the Mongolian steppe? The view from above should be nice! ”

Mo Laosan next to him suddenly sighed: "Come on, the old man has lived most of his life, and he has never been hung on a flagpole." ”

Silver looked at him contemptuously: "You? Your kind of waste buried up to your neck is also equipped with a flagpole? ”

Mo Laosan took a deep breath, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, this guy can't see with his eyes, but he can hear the sound with both ears, and this mouthful of old phlegm is accurately shot on the bridge of Yinzi's nose!

Yinzi was furious, wiped his face with his sleeve, and took out a pistol and put it on Mo Laosan's head. Mo Laosan sat there and straightened his neck, with no fear on his face at all.

Yinzi suddenly sneered: "You want to beg for death?" I don't let it. Come on, hang this old immortal on me! ”

The two big men rushed over and pressed Mo Laosan to the ground, tied him up with three strikes and five divisions, carried him under the flagpole and hung him up with a nylon rope.

Mo Laosan, who was as thin as a handful of dry wood, was quickly raised to the top of the flagpole, and because his body was too light, he even swung twice against the wind.

Now, only one last flagpole remains.

Miao Yin walked around in front of everyone with his hands behind his back, looking at the rest of them suspiciously, as if admiring the prey in his hand.

Ziyang suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?!" Silver shouted.

"I'm laughing at you." Zi Yang looked at the silver happily.

"What's wrong with me?" Einko looked at him in surprise and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"It's nothing, I think you're cute!" Zi Yang's laughter carried a hint of teasing.

Miao Yin was furious, raised his hand and slapped him in the face, and suddenly a black shadow rushed out from the side and kicked him in the head - this person was Xiao Hei.

Yinzi's reaction was also quick, and as soon as he was able to dodge this kick, he reached out and grabbed Xiao Hei's ankle.

Xiao Hei's other leg was injured and he couldn't move, but he didn't dodge this time, and was firmly grabbed by him. Xiao Hei twisted his waist and raised his other foot, and kicked the silver door in front of him impartially, although the silver leaned back in time to avoid most of the force, but he was still kicked and his nose bleeded.

The silver "hey" sounded, and threw Xiao Hei out with a force, and several big men immediately pounced on it, catching hands and pressing feet, pressing feet and feet, and immediately pressed Xiao Hei firmly to the ground, and another person raised a gun and aimed it at Xiao Hei's head.

Zi Yang roared loudly: "Let go of him, you have the ability to rush at me, I will draft a horse!" ”

Someone behind him suddenly kicked him in the leg, Ziyang bent his legs, and involuntarily knelt on the ground, and immediately a cold muzzle was aimed at the back of his head.

"Lao Li, don't get excited, stay in the green mountains, don't worry about no firewood!" Lao Wang saw this scene on the top of the flagpole and shouted at them in horror, fearing that Zi Yang would fight with them impulsively.

The rest of Asgen, Ah Chong, Su Rui and the others were all bare-handed, each of them was guarded by one or two guards with guns, and a group of Miao Yin's subordinates were watching with guns around them.

Fortunately, this Miao Yin didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill them, he stared at Zi Yang fiercely, turned his head and yelled at the other few people who held Xiao Hei down: "Hang this little rabbit cub on me, aren't you fast?" Look at what tricks you can play on the top of the flagpole! ”

After a while, the skinny little black was also hung on the top of the flagpole.

Miao Yin gave an order, and the others trapped Ah Chong, Zi Yang, and Ah Root firmly under the flagpole.

"What about this woman?" The bearded second master looked at Miao Yin and said.

"Bring her to my room!" Miao Yin said viciously, turned around and walked into the distance.

"Y-What are you going to do? Miao Yin, you brute! Ziyang stared at his back with tearful eyes, roaring loudly and struggling in vain.

Su Rui looked at Zi Yang and shook his head gently, signaling him not to be impulsive.

"Let's go!" The second dang pushed her with a gun, Su Rui turned around and walked forward slowly.

Everyone watched as Su Rui was escorted into a house in the distance by several people.