The mountain road was no longer alone, and the rebels who were lying in the bushes and survived by luck began to climb up the mountain.

The crazily chasing poisonous bees also stimulated them even more. Hundreds of rebels squeezed out the bushes like locusts, hanging on the bushes, shooting at the mountain, while climbing up the mountain.

Staying on the mountain road can only be a death, either by shells, stung by residual poisonous bees, or by a row of bullets flying down from time to time on the mountains on both sides.

The desire for life makes them no longer afraid of thorns that can easily pierce into their flesh. They even use their hands to pull away the dense thorn bushes, even if their hands are bleeding.

People's fear of death is unstoppable to anything or anything. Only those who are shrouded in the shadow of death can understand it.

Subconsciously, the mountain on this side where objects are thrown at high altitude has become the choice of all rebels, because there are machine guns here and they also like to engage in biological warfare, which instinctively will make them think that the threat is greater.

On the battlefield, we have always eliminated the enemy that poses the greatest threat to ourselves.

The seventy or eighty bandits brought by the second-hand man nearest to the foot of the mountain were the first to be hit. The crazy rebel bullets passed through the jungle and directly swept down nearly ten people.

It is said that the pointed bullet of a rifle is too pursuing the range, resulting in too much kinetic energy. After being shot into the human body, it often penetrates the body and reduces the lethality.

In fact, that's because you have never personally experienced being shot by a 6.5 mm bullet. The bullet penetrates the human body, but the bullet hole left is definitely not a hole the size of a bullet in people imagine, but at least the size of a wine cup.

Imagine that a person who was just chatting and laughing with you suddenly had a blood hole the size of a wine cup appeared in his chest. Because of the huge pressure difference inside and outside the body, the blood sprayed out formed a terrible blood mist, which was spit on your face, but his eyes were dim and he wanted to talk to you, but because of the gradual departure of life, he didn't even have the strength to touch his mouth.

What will you do?

Will you be sad, angry, crazy, or fear...

Perhaps, these emotions will all be both.

A cowardly person will retreat because of fear in front of the enemy's crazy soldiers. A brave person will face difficulties only because it is his own brother.

So, when Diao Ye dazed to wipe off the blood on his face and was sprayed with blood on his cheeks quickly from a bandit beside him, his eyes instantly became even redder than the blood on his face.

"Chen Laosan and Zhao Laowu, put the stones and smash those bastards to death. Let me release them!" The second-hand man yelled wildly.

The bandits who were responsible for guarding the dozen or so earth organs on the hillside were very heartbroken. Of course they could put them in. Each organ had stockpiled thousands of kilograms of stones. As long as they pulled the organs, they would definitely create a terrifying blow to those enemies who had crawled into the bushes and had no place to hide.

However, under countless boulders, not only were there enemies, but also seventy or eighty brothers who were diving down the mountain in order to launch a poison bee battle and were only a few dozen meters away from the mountain road. When they magnified the stone, they also rolled wildly in the range of the stones.

"Damn Chen Laosan, if you don't let him go, I will snatch your daughter to be the wife of the village when I go back to the mountain. You're so kind!" The second-hand man howled in the woods at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing the boss like this, the bandits around him looked at the enemy who had been swept down by the side. Some had died, while some were still twitching slightly and the brothers who were venting more and less breathing, their eyes were red, and they yelled wildly: "Chen Laosan, let it go."

"Chen Laosan, let it go."

"Chen Laosan, let it go."

The roars echoed between the two mountains at the same time, and for a moment, even overshadowed the rumbling sound of cannons. Even the artillery led by Sun Hongzhen, three miles away, seemed to hear this sound.

Even Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomao, who had experienced dozens of life-and-death battles, had trained their nerves to the point of being cast like steel, could not help but feel ache in their hearts after hearing the roars stirred by the mountains.

They also knew that once the mechanism was pulled down, tens of thousands of kilograms of huge rocks would roll down the hillside. People on the rolling route of the huge rocks would not survive. People located there would not be one ten.

The mortality rate is as high as 90%.

They are bandits, refugees, and people living in the lowest class of poor kingdoms, but the choices they made are purely tearful. In order to avenge their brothers and to make more brothers survive, they would rather not live.

Just like a company of death, he stood on the top of the mountain and roared: Fire at me.

The Black Hawk Empire could not understand what the kingdoms were yelling dozens of meters away, but instead stimulated them even more. They screamed and continued to climb upwards with a whirlwind screaming and shooting.

But the rebels could understand and their faces turned pale in an instant.

What can bandits let go?

They will never fart. The only thing they can do is the huge rocks and logs that they have shown before.

"Chen Laosan, you're so damn it! If you don't let it go, I will rush down with my brothers." The second-hand man swept down the mountain with a muffled gun, jumping and roaring.

"Let go, let go, let go..." A bandit who was also roaring on the mountainside suddenly moved the mechanism in his hand.

The moment the leader issued the order, all of them were turned. This was the last card of Qinglong Mountain. After using this move, the rest was relying on the swords and guns in his hand.

The middle-aged man in his forties squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, not even caring about the banging stray bullets beside him.

With a "boom", the boulder that was released from the fence and gained freedom slowly rolled downwards due to gravity, and then gradually accelerated, like a foal who had been in the circle for seven or eight days and was suddenly released to have fun.

Cheering, jumping, and running down the mountain. Along the way, whether it was trees with thick legs or shrubs that were once considered tough, they were all hit by huge rocks that had already begun to run wildly, carrying a weight of more than 200 kilograms and a height of 200 meters.

No one can stop the boulders from returning to Mother Earth. After they ran a hundred meters away, even a tank could smash it into scrap iron.

Looking down from the mountain, I feel like I see galloping horses running wildly on the grassland with green grass. The grass was split into countless visible traces to the naked eye. The situation was very spectacular, and it made people's scalp tingling.

But for the rebels who were trying hard to climb thirty meters up the mountain, it was not as simple as numbness in their scalp, and it would really scare them.

Frightened urine is not enough to describe the despair in their hearts.

Compared with this, poisonous bees, cannons, and crazy carriages, they are all pediatricians.

Those have reasons to continue to survive.

Now, it's gone.

There is no place to hide or escape. The only thing you can do is to shrink your body into a ball and reduce the area. It is best to make a piece of sand, and it is best to make it into a small bacteria.

The rest is left to God. I see if I have done anything good in my previous life. What if?

The boulders sang all the way, destroying all creatures on the hillside that they touched, whether they were plants or animals, all became paints that embellished the boulders with less rich colors.
Chapter completed!