As the saying goes, snakes have snake roads, turtles have turtle roads, and along this long border, the road through no man's land that the outlaws have figured out is really not something that ordinary people can cross. () Waist-high thatched reeds, the road under your feet, the more you go in, the denser the fog becomes, and from time to time there are the low roars of various beasts, and it feels like clearing the wasteland.

Even if you walk in this kind of place, you can't move too much, you can't talk, you can't smoke, one follows the other, and the leader is naturally a mustache. Walking this road is like their tomb robbers, who knows the route can be the boss, that year, the goods are not a problem, the buyer is not a problem, and the money is not a problem. As long as you can take things out and put a lot of money in your pocket, don't say that Sun Sheng will get lost, this place, even if you let the fat people walk back and forth twice, they may not be able to touch it back.

The eight-character beard stopped and stopped, and kept using a Soviet-made compass in his hand to guide the direction of progress, almost four or five miles away, and then the eight-character beard stopped and said to the fat man: "Brother, they are all out of the mix, I can talk about the bright words in front, Liaodong Yanwang Han Guang's nest is worth a lot of money, I don't talk to you much, as long as the road fare?" ”

"What you said, I still understand the rules, you take 30% of the things inside." The fat man continued: "But then again, digging a pit is not like entering the yard to swagger and take things, the Warring States Tomb is basically seven or eight meters deep underground, even if it is a few of us with sharp hands and feet, it will be at least two days later." ”

"Two days is two days," said Bazi Hu: "I will go to the opposite side tonight, and I can come back with men and horses before dawn, and I will help you when the time comes, I have a little brother here who has also done your business before, and I will leave him for you to take care of." ”

This person is really not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he has to leave an eyeliner before leaving, but now is not the time to turn his face, and the fat man immediately agreed. The eight-character beard said again: "There is a ditch in front, and I heard that a group of people and horses have broken in it for a while, saying that it is his mother's haunting, and there used to be a bridge in the ditch." Recently, the People's Liberation Army sent people to blow up the bridge in order to crack down on those of us who eat, and now we have to walk two more miles from the ditch. ”

Haunted? The fat man thought that I still wish you were haunted, if there was a haunting, it would be fine, and when the time comes, Cha Ye will show his hands and take the opportunity to take down you guys.

It is said that this is really a deep ditch, about fifteen or sixteen meters wide on both sides, seven or eight meters deep, and the steep slope down can barely stand people, and the feet step on it and roll down in a lump of mud. There are still remnants of the rope bridge piers on the head, and I heard the Bazi Hu introduce that this place was dug by the Japanese in the past, in order to prevent the Soviet armored forces from smashing into North Korea from here, and it was originally planned to dig along the national border all the way down, but unfortunately it was not long before it was defeated.

Cheng also lost the amount of money to the Japanese back then, and the group had to be pulled by two or three people in front of the donkey, just rubbing it down little by little, and when it reached the bottom of the ditch, it was already sweating profusely. The fat man finally understood why Bazihu's own donkey, which had to be resisted by people, was afraid that he would have to run back and forth several times.

There is much less grass at the bottom of the ditch, because the light is mostly some low varieties, but fortunately, there has been a big drought and no rain recently, otherwise it is estimated that this is an artificial river. It was less than 200 meters away, and a person fell to the ground in the distance, which immediately made the atmosphere tense. Several of the little brothers of the eight-character beard did not dare to move against the ditch, and the fat man also squatted down, and the eight-character beard picked up two stones and threw them over, but there was no reaction, so he had the courage to touch it, and after a while, he beckoned: "It's a dead man." ”

This is a man in his early thirties, and the most obvious sign is that he has a scorpion tattooed on his neck, his clothes have been torn off, and a large pool of blood on his chest has dried up. These people were all mixed, and the fat man and the mustache recognized at a glance that this person had died from a gunshot wound!

"Who did it," Bazihu touched his chin and said: "I know this person, he is a member of the Tianlong Society, how can he let someone kill him, could it be that those hairy people play black and eat black?" ”

This Tianlong Society is a well-known local underworld in Northeast China, which used to be mostly composed of children of state-owned enterprises, and later mixed with the climate and took such a name, specially pouring some equipment and raw materials produced by state-owned enterprises at that time. The fat man checked it, the gunshot wound of this corpse was very strange, the middle position was in the chest, there was nowhere else to go on the body except clothes, it should have been picked up and pulled clean, and the caliber of the wound was not large, and the back was shot through.

The fat man said: "From the wound, it should be a rifle, no matter how I look at it, I think this is a 38-style 6.5 mm gunshot wound, you guys still have this kind of thing on the road?" ”

Bazi Hu was surprised at this time, he didn't expect the fat man to understand this, and asked with a wink: "Brother, are you sure?" ”

"Sure," the fat man said, "I don't know how to hurt this thing, the pistol doesn't have such a lethal power, I can't wear it." If you want to talk about a rifle, I have played with guns since five or six and a half, and the bullet will roll when it hits it, and even if there is a crossing, the area of the wound in the back will not be the same size as the front, and the position will not be just a line. From the size of the wound, the caliber of the inlet and out of the bullet hole, and the degree of destruction, it is close to the 38 big cover. ”

To say that who is still using the 38 big cover at that time is really quite rare, only a small part of the militia still occasionally uses it during ordinary exercises, after all, at that time, the army eliminated five or six half, all of them were replaced with the latest 81 bars. Even if there is a mix on the road, no one will carry a 38 big cover that is about the same height as themselves out to run the rivers and lakes, isn't that a joke!

Less than twenty meters ahead, two more bodies lay on the side of the road, similar to the previous one, the only difference being that one of them had died from a knife wound......

If you want to talk about playing with a knife, then you have to let Ye Qiu take a look, he pressed his fingers back and forth and said: "Pierce it diagonally between the ribs, smash it straight into the heart, kill it with one sword, you are a master." ”

"It's really hard to walk," the fat man said nonsense: "Big brother, I'm afraid this is not haunted, but black eats black, a team of people are all wiped out." ”

These wounds are still fresh, and now the weather is only slightly stinky, at most three days, three lives, but there is not a trace of smuggled goods at the scene. And from the distance from the ground of these men one after another, it should be an ambush, because there are a few large rocks next to it.

"Damn," Bazihu got up and beckoned his four or five guns, "Put the cover on me a little brighter, if something goes wrong with this batch of goods, we all have to drink Meng Po soup!" ”

With their current personnel and firepower configuration, they are already a reinforcement class, even if they encounter a robbery, the other party does not have twice as many people and horses, and they don't want to eat it in one bite. But what I'm most afraid of is to shoot black guns, killing people on this border line and crossing the mountain without knowing it, so the fat man kept beckoning Cha Wenbin to follow him and Ye Qiu in the middle, and the two of them were sandwiched one after the other.

I continued to walk for about fifty meters, and there was a crisp gunshot, and a brother next to the mustache suddenly fell backwards, and the blood-spattered old Gao who exploded on his chest, they all subconsciously lay on the ground, and the mustache shouted in a panic: "Where to shoot, where to shoot!" ”

"There's a fucking ambush!" The fat man really regrets it, he was involved in this kind of black and black thing, and the other party's marksmanship is not bad, judging from the sound of gunfire and distance, the visual inspection of the two sides is only two hundred meters. Now they are in the light, the other party is in the dark, as long as they move, they are live targets, this person can endure loneliness, but the donkey is a little non-stop, the gunfire suddenly alarmed the thing, the hooves pouted, and the throat "yes, yes" rushed ahead of it.

The donkey is full of mustaches, and Cha Wenbin has a lot of things on them, which is good, the mustache tried to catch the donkey's tail and kicked it hard. However, as soon as the donkey rushed like this, another shot rang out not far away, and this time the fat man cut, right in front of them, he casually unloaded the burden from the back of the other donkey, and as soon as the brand-new AK in it was taken out and shot at that position.

"Fight over there!"

Immediately gunfire erupted, and fire splashed on the empty meadow, and the fight lasted about five or six minutes, and the other party did not return fire. After waiting for another ten minutes, there was still no movement, Ye Qiu quietly touched it at this time, and after a while, he greeted over there and said that there was no one left.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, which was wounded, and the fat man was about to chase after the blood stain with a gun, when the eight-character beard grabbed him and said, "Brother, are you really stinky?" ”

Patting the guy in his hand, the fat man smiled: "Self-defense, self-defense!" ”

The blood stains were very obvious, sprinkled everywhere along the way, and the blood stains along the ditch began to go up intermittently, which was the uphill road that the figure eight nonsense said.

When they went up the slope one after another and caught up with each other, they turned around and turned around, and a huge dirt bag appeared in the flat ground, and the eight-character Hu pointed to the dirt bag and said: "This is what I told you about the tomb of King Yan of Liaodong, damn it, how did you come here!" ”