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

The moment the boundary line was drawn, it was engulfed by the surging crowd.

The so-called "crossing the line" is a joke in the eyes of the bloodthirsty clan villains.

"Go beyond your mother's bounds!!"

The fool at the front, wielding a rusty hoe, was aiming to kill.

The hoe, whistling through the air, cleaved straight at the top of the head.

Zhao Shanhe did not back down.

He held the shotgun upside down, gripping the cold barrel tightly with both hands, and rammed it into the hoe.

I sidestepped, avoiding the hoe blade. Come on then.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy solid wood stock, like a battering ram, drew a brutal arc from bottom to top.

"Bang!!"

A dull thud—the sound of hardwood striking the jawbone.

The idiot couldn't even scream. His jaw was instantly shattered, and the huge upward force lifted him off the ground, sending him crashing straight back onto the ice, where he immediately lost consciousness.

One strike, and one is crippled.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even look at the dead dog at his feet. Using the momentum of the swing, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and his whole body spun like a top.

"call!"

A sweeping motion with the butt of the rifle.

"Snap!"

A burly man lunged at him from the side, his nose was smashed flat, his face was covered in blood, and blood spurted more than two meters away. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his face and screaming in agony.

But this did not deter the crowd.

The smell of blood only fueled the group's ferocity.

"Fuck! Kill him!!"

"He's too scared to shoot! He's out of bullets!!"

The loudest roar came from Wang Dalei, the village's little tyrant.

This guy was 1.9 meters tall and as strong as a black bear. He was carrying a machete that was half a person's height. He pushed aside the useless people blocking his way and strode up to Zhao Shanhe.

"Die, you son of a bitch!!"

Wang Dalei raised his sword with both hands and cleaved Mount Hua in two.

This strike was powerful and heavy, sealing off all escape routes.

Looking at the gleaming blade, Zhao Shanhe suddenly let out an extremely cruel grin.

"Out of bullets?"

In the blink of an eye.

Zhao Shanhe released his grip on the barrel, and the shotgun tumbled once in mid-air.

"Snapped!"

A split second before the machete fell, Zhao Shanhe precisely gripped the gun handle and sharply raised the muzzle.

This time, it wasn't a finger or a chest.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pressed directly against Wang Dalei's thick, ox-like thigh, with no distance whatsoever; it was practically a point-blank shot.

"boom!!!"

A massive burst of gunfire erupted between the two men.

A close-range slug bombardment generates devastating kinetic energy.

"ah!!!!!"

Wang Dalei let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the machete in his hand clattered to the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the base of his thigh exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The thigh bone was blasted off, and the white bone fragments pierced through the flesh and were exposed. The entire lower leg was connected by only a few disgusting Achilles tendons, and it was twisted backward in a bizarre way.

Wang Dalei's massive body collapsed with a crash, clutching his severed leg as he rolled wildly in the blood and mud, his heart-wrenching screams drowning out the clamor of the entire scene.

Hot blood sprayed all over Zhao Shanhe.

He didn't even blink.

Taking advantage of the deathly silence that followed the gunshot, Zhao Shanhe moved again.

The gun barrel was scalding hot from firing, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, gripping the burning barrel again with his left hand and treating it like a hammer once more.

"Come!!"

A loud shout.

Zhao Shanhe swung the old hunting rifle, which had already run out of ammunition, with both hands, and slammed it down with all his might at a young man next to him who was terrified and wanted to back away!

"Bang—Crack!!!"

That was too forceful.

The solid wooden gunstock slammed heavily onto the young man's shoulder and collarbone.

Under the immense recoil force, the shotgun finally succumbed and broke off directly from the receiver connection!

The gunstock exploded, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The young man's body collapsed on one side instantly, and he flew three or four meters away like a rag doll, where he landed and remained motionless.

Zhao Shanhe casually tossed the half-piece of scrap metal into the mud.

"Clang!"

He stood amidst the wails of agony, reaching out to tear open the buttons of the blood-stained sheepskin coat.

Hot air billowed up from the collar, mixed with the smell of blood, creating a suffocating aura of menace in the cold wind.

"Should we continue?"

Zhao Shanhe twisted his neck, making a series of cracking sounds.

No one dared to answer.

But no one backed down. The clan's obsession with saving face kept them stubbornly holding on.

"Not going to say anything?"

Zhao Shanhe sneered, his eyes like those of a wolf among sheep:

"That means you haven't taken the medicine yet."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhao Shanhe didn't give these people any time to react. He was like a runaway heavy tank, crashing into the crowd!

There was no probing, no defense, only the most primal and violent collisions.

"boom!!"

The burly man at the front didn't even have time to raise his shovel before Zhao Shanhe delivered a brutally powerful iron-mountain lean to his chest.

"Snap!"

The burly man, weighing 180 pounds, seemed to be made of paper as he was instantly lifted off the ground, his sternum collapsing. Under the terrifying impact, he knocked over three or four people behind him, sending them tumbling into a heap.

This is the absolute crushing power.

"Go to hell!!"

Two young men, their eyes bloodshot with rage, swung their hoes down from either side.

Without even looking, Zhao Shanhe suddenly pushed his arms outwards, and with a backhand grip like an iron clamp, he directly grabbed the two hoe handles.

"Let go of me!!"

A loud shout.

Zhao Shanhe exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and suddenly twisted his arms.

The two young men felt a sharp pain in their hands, and their weapons instantly slipped from their grasp.

Before they could even scream, Zhao Shanhe grabbed the two hoes he had snatched with both hands, wielding them like two wicks, and swept them away with a single blow!

"Bang! Bang!"

The dull thud sent chills down my spine.

The wooden handles of the two hoes struck the two young men squarely across the face.

Without uttering a sound, the two men tilted their heads back, their teeth shattering on the ground, and fell straight down into the mud.

"Who else?!"

Zhao Shanhe threw down his hoe and grabbed a villager who was trying to run away by the collar.

One hand!

He actually lifted that 100-pound man into the air with one hand, and then slammed him into the center of the crowd that was about to rush forward, like throwing away trash.

"Bang!!"

Human cannonballs knocked down a whole area.

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe was even more terrifying than when he was holding a gun.

He doesn't need weapons.

His fists and his knees are the most brutal weapons.

He rampaged through the crowd, leaving behind only the sounds of breaking bones and screams of agony.

No one can stop him from making a single move.

No one can stand in front of him for more than a second.

In just half a minute.

A strange vacuum zone appeared around Zhao Shanhe.

Thirty-odd people lay on the ground, some clutching their broken legs and howling in agony, others rolling around with their mangled faces in pain. The remaining people held weapons in their hands, their legs trembling violently as they retreated step by step in terror.

This is not a fight.

This is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, a one-sided massacre!

Zhao Shanhe stood amidst the wailing wounded, his chest heaving violently.

He casually wiped the blood from his face.

"call……"

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a breath of stale air and took a step forward.

"Splash!"

The hundreds of villagers opposite, armed with weapons, seemed to have been electrocuted, and took a large step back in unison.

Some people were so frightened that they dropped their sickles.

Zhao Shanhe smiled.

He stretched out his large, blood-soaked hand and slowly rolled up the sleeves of his sheepskin coat, revealing two forearms with bulging veins.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a group of playthings that had suddenly dampened his spirits.

"Why did it stop?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, and it was hoarse, but it carried a chilling, almost manic energy.

"Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now?"

He raised his hand, pointing to the severed limbs scattered on the ground, then to the pale-faced crowd opposite him, a cruel smile curving his lips:

"You're already chickening out?"

"I've only just finished warming up."

"Come."

Zhao Shanhe opened his arms wide, as if embracing the swirling snow and bloodshed:

"Those who aren't dead, get up!"

"No one is leaving until this land is completely dyed today."