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As soon as Liu Dali put his head in, a bullet grazed his forehead and flew past him, then burrowed into the roots of the tree behind him with a bang.

"My...mother..."

Liu Dali suddenly lay there motionless, his whole soul flying into the sky.

"vigorously…"

The villager next to him exclaimed, stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of Liu Dali's clothes and dragged him back half a meter.

"I'm fine. Grandma, keep an eye on me and don't let them rush up."

Liu Dali swallowed his saliva and reached out to touch his forehead. Damn, it scared him to death. He almost had a headache.

When the surrounding villagers saw that he was really fine and only had a few scratches on his skin, they turned around and continued to stare down the opposite slope. Seeing the bandits picking up their guns and shooting randomly, they hurriedly lowered their heads to avoid him.

When you hear the sparse gunshots, you immediately look up and observe. If you find a bandit trying to charge forward, shoot him and force him back. Or depending on the bandit's luck, he will be killed or injured directly.

They didn't have much time to touch the gun, and their accuracy was very average. It was common for them to shoot inaccurately!

It's not that they didn't want to shoot dozens of bandits directly, but it was because their village was short of ammunition, so they had to use less. The village elders repeatedly told them to use sparingly.

Liu Dali stabilized his heartbeat and crawled back to where he was. He carefully looked up again and was surprised to find that the bandits had gathered together.

Not to be missed.

He took out three mud balls from his left pocket and placed them by his side. Inside were grass and sawdust mixed with drug. He held his breath and picked up a match to light the fuse. He raised his hand and threw it into the den.

Brother Biao was protected in the middle. He looked at the black mass flying down from above. He thought it was a soil bomb. He yelled and got down on the ground and hugged his head.

"Hey, this is weird today, they've been helping us."

Liu Dali watched the bandits lying on the ground and quickly threw down the remaining two igniting fuses.

Thick smoke rose one after another from below and spread out in the wind. The choking smell woke up the bandits who were lying on the ground waiting for the explosion to pass.

They looked up carefully to check, oh, there were no bombs, just a few smoke balls.

"Hold your breath, this is smoke."

It was Brother Biao who was the first to react. He saw the water nest not far away and wanted to run over, wet his clothes and cover his mouth and nose.

But someone had the same idea as him, and Mantou also looked at Shuiwozi, and the two of them ran there at the same time.

Although they are surrounded now depending on the situation, they may be able to find a chance to survive if they persist until the end, so they must stay awake.

"boom…"

There was another gunshot, and an omen came to Brother Biao's heart. He moved faster than his mind, and pulled the man's head to his side, just in time to put him under the bullet.

"You...you...can't be nice..."

The man was hit in the chest. He vomited blood and pointed at Brother Biao, who was holding him to block the gun. He fell down before finishing the curse, lying on the ground staring at the sky with blank eyes.

Brother Biao glanced at him, then ran towards the puddle. Within a few meters, he dodged two more bullets, successfully wet his clothes and covered his mouth and nose.

The twenty or so bandits who were still alive and able to move also wanted to imitate Brother Biao and run to Shuiwozi, but unfortunately they didn't have the ability. More than half of them fell down from a distance of more than ten meters, being drugged.

The remaining ten or so people also failed to arrive safely. They either weakened due to the effects of the medicine or were hit by bullets and fell down. In the end, only Brother Biao and the silly big Zhuzhu were left standing.

"Brother Biaozi, are we finished? You said you wanted to take me back to my hometown to get rich and get a wife. Now, what should I do now?"

Zhuzi is Brother Biao's cousin from the same clan, who was specially brought out by Brother Biao when he returned to his hometown. Because he is obedient and a bit stupid, he is the best candidate for his subordinate regardless of the amount of money given to him.

"Shut up! Get rich, get rich, I lied to you. If you become a bandit, you will have one foot on the door of hell. If you are alive, you will have a good life. Shut up."

Brother Biao was originally thinking about whether it was feasible to buy his life with money, but his thoughts were interrupted by Zhu Zhu, and he had already thought that they had no way out.

As long as they all die, the money they brought out will naturally belong to these mountain farmers. Because no one knows that they fled here and died here, their life and death will become a secret. In the future, the people in the village will want to recover the money. No sign of them could be found.

Seeing his trusted brothers lying on the ground, he regretted deeply why he had been greedy and fled with most of the money from the village, and ended up taking advantage of these villains.

"Silly Zhu, don't blame me, we won't survive."

He slowly raised the gun, pointed the muzzle at Zhuzi's heart, and pulled the trigger in Zhuzi's shocked and horrified eyes.

"boom"

The bullet passed through the pillar's chest, bringing up a few drops of blood.

"boom…"

Brother Biao also fell slowly, and his beloved pistol fell from his hand and hit the dirt ground.

The villagers lying on the hillside looked at this scene dumbfounded. They thought it would take a long time for the stalemate to be over, but...

"Da...Dali, what are they doing? How come they...beat themselves?"

The villager asked in disbelief. He couldn't even speak clearly. This must be too cruel.

Liu Dali was a young man and had never seen such a scene. The village chief asked him to take the lead because he had practiced with the county self-defense force for several months, but he was just a bastard and had never faced blood.

"Maybe he committed suicide because he knew there was no way to survive. After all, he became a big bad guy and faced his ancestors without words, just like the Japanese pirates before."

Liu Dali's face was pale and his lips were trembling as he explained. No matter how strange and far-fetched his explanation was, that's what he thought now anyway.

"Mao Zi, you bring about ten people to stay up there and watch, and we go down to check it out."

Liu Dali stood up, but he moved his hands and feet, hissing, numbing, and thumping hard a few times. After the numbness passed, he led his men down the slope with guns raised.

A group of villagers dragged together the bandits who were still alive but unconscious, and looked at the sixteen people lying with their claws numb.

What to do now, kill them again?

"Dali, what do you think we should do with these living people now? Should we take them back or..."

The villager didn't say it clearly, but he stretched out his hand and made a gesture on his neck. Everyone understood the meaning. In fact, it was impossible to take him back.

"If any of you have the guts to do it, do it quickly. If you don't, just call Liu Xiaotu. His father is a pig butcher, so he should dare!"

The villagers who surrounded the living bandits all took two steps back. Are you kidding me? They dare to kill chickens, ducks, and insects. They don't dare to kill anyone, even bad guys.

Two people, as timid as mice and as clever as foxes, ran to control Liu Xiaotu and keep him out of the circle.

"Brother Dali, we brought Xiao Tu!"

Looking at the confused Liu Xiaotu, Liu Dali suddenly felt guilty.

Isn't it a good idea for him to do this? It's a bit unethical.

"Well, Xiao Tu, your father is a pig butcher, right? He named you Xiao Tu because he wanted you to inherit the mantle. In this way, I will give you a chance to practice now. You... take advantage of it."

Liu Dali walked out of the crowd and found a sharp machete. He handed it to Liu Xiaotu solemnly and ran to watch people dig a big hole without looking back.