Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Heixiazigou, late at night.

The temperature has dropped to minus thirty-five degrees Celsius, and water freezes instantly.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The north wind is like a knife, carrying snowflakes that seem to pierce right into the bones.

On this freezing snowy night, beside a deep pit in Heixiazi Gully, an extremely absurd scene unfolded.

More than thirty grown men, shirtless, worked desperately at the bottom of the pit in order to survive.

It's not that they aren't cold, it's that they dare not stop.

If you move even slightly slower, the sweat on your body will instantly freeze into ice armor. Once a person's body temperature drops, it's a matter of "death".

"Start the chant! Push harder!!"

"Anyone who slacks off is a coward! Those who don't want to freeze to death, you better hold on!"

These road bullies, who were used to being pampered, now had ferocious expressions on their faces. With their shoulders pressed against the cold truck bed, they were desperately trying to push the heavy Liberation truck up the slope.

However, less than ten meters away from the pit, the scene was quite different.

"Crackling and popping..."

A bonfire was burning brightly.

Zhao Shanhe, wearing a military overcoat, was sitting comfortably by the fire.

He was holding a tree branch with two white steamed buns skewered on it, which he was roasting over a fire.

There were two tin cans next to it, with braised pork bubbling away, the rich aroma of melting oil drifting down to the bottom of the pit on the wind.

"Gulp..."

The simpleton pushing the cart smelled this aroma, and his stomach growled involuntarily, instantly freezing the drool in his mouth into an icicle.

On one hand, you're freezing to death, and on the other hand, the aroma of meat is irresistible. It's like living hell.

At this point, Master Wang finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He was already quite old, and then Zhao Shanhe stepped on him. Now, after working shirtless for half an hour, he was so cold that his whole body turned purple, and his lips were as black as the bottom of a pot.

He looked at the steamed bun in Zhao Shanhe's hand, and the longing for food and warmth made him forget the beating he had just received.

He shakily climbed up the edge of the pit and scrambled toward the campfire.

"Master Zhao...Master Zhao..."

Old Master Wang's teeth chattered as he stared intently at the pot of braised pork.

"I...I can't take it anymore...Have...have mercy..."

"Give me a bite... just a bite of hot soup... I'll give you all the gold bars in my house..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, which were covered in chilblains, and reached for the steamed bun on the ground.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to slowly and methodically flip the steamed buns.

Just as Wang Sanye's fingertips were about to touch the steamed bun.

"Smack!!!"

A leather belt, whistling through the air, lashed hard at the outstretched hand of Master Wang!

"ah!!!"

With a scream, a purplish-red ridge of blood instantly appeared on the back of Wang Sanye's hand.

Before he could react...

A foot wearing a big leather shoe kicked him in the face with a "bang," sending him tumbling over.

It wasn't Zhao Shanhe who made the move.

It was Erga Zi, who had one arm in a sling.

Although Erga was injured, his eyes were bloodshot and he exuded a murderous aura.

He grabbed the belt with one hand, rushed up, and started whipping Wang Sanye, who was lying on the ground, repeatedly!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The belt struck the frozen flesh with a crisp sound like firecrackers.

"You want to eat meat? Huh?!"

"You old codger! You think you deserve to eat meat?!"

Ergaizi was whipping and cursing at the same time, putting all his strength into each blow:

You wrecked my car! You delayed my delivery! You punched through my arm!

"You want something hot now? Dream on!!"

*Smack!*

The final blow landed squarely on Wang Sanye's mouth, filling it with blood. He was completely stunned, his head buzzing, and he spun around on the snow like a top.

Ergaizi, panting heavily, pointed at Wang Sanye, who had rolled back to the edge of the pit, and roared:

"Get back to work!!"

"If you dare look this way again, I'll gouge your eyes out and stomp on them!!"

Old Master Wang covered his face and curled up in a ball in the snow.

pain.

It hurts so much.

The excruciating pain of his flesh being torn apart, coupled with the biting cold, drove him to utter despair.

He realized that these people didn't treat him like a human being at all; they were trying to kill him!

The thugs at the bottom of the pit, seeing their leader beaten like this, were so frightened that they didn't dare to even breathe.

To ease the terrifying atmosphere and to distract themselves, the group worked while uttering those ridiculous, cheesy jokes:

"Mom...Mom...It's so cold...Third Master's face is all swollen like a pig's head..."

"Don't...don't mention it...I took a look, and that thing in my pants...it seems...it seems to have shrunk away..."

Wang Er, standing nearby, was also freezing, his nose running, and he stammered a reply:

"Me too... I needed to pee just now... I looked for a while but couldn't find the head... I guess it tucked into my stomach to keep warm..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Push harder!!"

Da Zhuang on the shore roared and slammed the butt of his gun against the side of the carriage with a loud thud.

Only then did Zhao Shanhe take the baked buns down, tear one in half, and throw it to the big yellow dog at his feet.

This dog is the "guardian general" of Li Dapao, the militia company commander. It usually freeloads at the brigade headquarters and is very greedy.

This time, he was drawn by the smell of wild boar meat in the truck bed. Taking advantage of the chaos during the militia's assembly, he secretly jumped onto the truck bed and hid under the tarpaulin. The truck drove for several miles before he finally showed himself, and no amount of chasing could get him off.

The big yellow dog smacked its lips as it ate, wagging its tail and barking. To Wang Sanye, the sound was particularly grating.

Even dogs are eating white flour buns, but Master Wang is eating braised meat with a leather belt!

When despair reaches its extreme, it turns into hysterical madness.

Third Master Wang suddenly raised his head from the snow.

He stopped begging for mercy, because it was useless.

That face, covered in blood and snot, now became grotesque and twisted, staring intently at Zhao Shanhe, who was feeding the dog.

"Zhao Shanhe!!"

He roared in a lisping voice:

"Don't push your luck!!"

"If you dare freeze me to death here, or send me to the police station, you won't get away with it either!!"

Zhao Shanhe finally stopped feeding the dog.

He turned his head, his gaze calm as he looked at the still-barking dead dog:

"Oh? Is that so?"

Old Master Wang gritted his teeth, pointing with a venomous look at the deep pit, then pointed in the direction of Black Bear Gully:

"I'm from Xiaowangzhuang!!"

"Go out and ask around, who in this area doesn't know that Xiaowangzhuang is the most united community?!"

"The thirty-odd people at the bottom of this pit are all my relatives! If you dare to touch us, you're making an enemy of the entire Xiaowangzhuang village, hundreds of people!"

The more Wang Sanye spoke, the more confident he felt.

In rural areas, clan power is absolute!

He wiped his nose and threatened in a sinister tone:

"Hey Zhao, do you know where you live?"

"You can run, but can your beautiful wife and daughter run?"

"If you dare touch me, I'll make sure your whole family never has a moment's peace..."

"Bang!!!"

Zhao Shanhe's big leather shoe with an iron saddle, accompanied by the sound of wind, slammed into Master Wang's chest like a pile driver!

That kick was so powerful that you could even hear a muffled cracking sound as if the sternum was slightly splitting.

Wang Sanye's chest collapsed instantly, he couldn't catch his breath, and even his scream was forced back into his lungs. His whole body arched up like a dead shrimp.

Followed by.

He crouched down, his left hand gripping Wang Sanye's right arm like an iron clamp, his knee pressing against his armpit, expressionless, and then he suddenly exerted force—

Fold it in the opposite direction, then lift it upwards!

"Snap—Pfft!!!"

First came a teeth-grinding crack, followed by the sound of flesh being torn apart!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Wang Sanye's scream burst from his throat instantly, so shrill it sounded like he was being skinned alive.

On his right upper arm, a sharp, white bone fragment, streaked with blood, had pierced through the flesh and emerged like a dagger!

"Sizzle—!!"

The broken bone pierced a blood vessel, and a stream of bright red blood gushed out instantly!

Steaming hot blood sprayed directly onto Zhao Shanhe's face and splattered on the white snow, the red and white colors were glaring and shocking!

Wang Sanye was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed. He stared in horror at the white bone protruding from his arm and at the gushing blood.

Immense fear and excruciating pain struck at the same time.

"Uh... bones... my bones..."

He rolled his eyes, let out a final, hoarse gurgling sound, and threw his head back heavily.

"Gulp!"

He was in so much pain that he fainted.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Only on that broken bone that pierced through the flesh, blood was still dripping down, leaving small red craters on the snow.

The thirty-odd people at the bottom of the pit were all terrified.

Some people covered their mouths and gagged on the spot, while many more trembled and their crotches were instantly soaked.

That's too cruel...

That's a butcher!

To break a person's bones and stab them out—how much strength does that require? How cruel is that heart?

Zhao Shanhe slowly stood up.

He didn't wipe the bloodstains from his face, letting the few drops of blood slide down his cold, stern cheeks.

He loosened his arm, which was already beyond repair, looked at the unconscious Third Master Wang, and coldly spat out a mouthful of saliva:

"Remember, this is still mild."

After saying that, he turned around, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the horde of terrified rabble at the bottom of the pit.

"This is what happens when you try to harm my family."

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strong stench of blood:

"Who else wants to try?"

The entire room was deathly silent; no one dared to even breathe loudly, for fear that they would be the next to be "dismembered."

Zhao Shanhe took off his gloves, threw them disdainfully at Wang Sanye, and waved them at Dazhuang:

"Get to work."

"Get a thick rope and tie these bastards up tightly like pigs!"

"Throw them all into the truck bed!"

"Go to town! To the police station!"