At this time, the corpses of bandits were already piled under the cliff. There were at least twenty or thirty bodies as far as the eye could see. So many people were piled together, and the blood stained the stone ground under the cliff red.**
Zhao Hu was so anxious that he led his men to attack for half an hour, but still failed to rush up the cliff. Instead, Poinsettia used the terrain to kill and wound more than 20 of his men, not counting those who were beaten to pieces.
's subordinates.
However, he had no choice. The main reason was that this solitary peak was too dangerous, and the terrain was completely inaccessible to anyone.
The extremely dangerous mountain road means that only one person from above can easily block the attacks of those below. However, the undulating terrain makes it a little troublesome for those below to hit the ones above.
However, Zhao Hu had no choice now. The second boss, Shan Baozi, had given him a death order, which was to bring Poinsettia's head back to deliver the goods. If he couldn't do it, then his family would not want to live.
For the sake of his family and his own future, Zhao Huhe went out and won this lonely peak no matter how many people he sacrificed.
In this way, group after group of bandits rushed up the mountain road, and then they were hit and fell down, and then someone came up from behind.
On the cliff, Poinsettia felt her palms were burning. She looked down and found that the tiger's mouth was cracked, and a stream of blood flowed down the tiger's mouth and dripped on the handle of the gun.
She couldn't remember how many bullets she fired, but she knew that these bullets were genuine. Every time she fired, her palms shook violently.
It doesn't matter once or twice, but as time went on, the frequency of poinsettia shooting became faster and faster, which was beyond her tolerance and she couldn't bear it.
Frowning her eyebrows, Poinsettia wrapped her palms with gauze, then grabbed the box of cannons and checked them skillfully.
There are still eleven bullets in the gun, which are also the last bullets in her hand. Several magazines have been emptied long ago, and even the grenades have been used up. There are a few button bombs left, but this thing can withstand
of little use.
Poinsettia felt a wave of dizziness coming over her. She raised her hand and looked at her watch and found that it had been half an hour. She suddenly remembered that the effective time of this stimulant was half an hour, and now it had expired.
With a wry smile, he stuck a few button bombs to himself, then grabbed the detonator in his left palm, and then picked up the bomb with his right hand.
At the foot of the cliff, when he saw that the gunshots above had stopped, he couldn't help but feel happy and shouted loudly, "Come on, she has no bullets in her hand."
The crowd suddenly became excited. The people in front finally used up the poinsettia bullets with their own lives and blood. Now it is time for future generations to benefit.
People were crowded, all wanting to rush up first, and they suddenly huddled together at the foot of the cliff, and no one wanted to let go.
Zhao Hu jumped over, gave each of the two people who had the most pleasure a slap in the face, and then yelled, "What time has it been? If you are still fighting among each other, let me capture them first."
The people reluctantly gave way, and the two bandits bent down, holding box cannons, and rushed up the mountain road.
When they reached the halfway point, Poinsettia suddenly flashed from above. After two gunshots, the two guys fell off the cliff. They probably wouldn't survive.
"This is a good profit." Poinsettia smiled with satisfaction, then pressed the last few bullets into the magazine, and then inserted them with a click, "Come on, let grandma make a few more."
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her head, causing her body to sway and almost fall from the solitary peak. She hurriedly took two steps back, getting further away from the edge of the cliff.
Now, the effect of the stimulant has finally worn off, and the side effects have begun to appear. Poinsettia feels weak all over, her eyelids are extremely heavy, and it takes a lot of energy to even open them.
"No, we can't fall into the hands of these guys." She bit her tongue suddenly, and the sharp pain at that moment refreshed her. She hurriedly sat up and held the detonator in her hand, "Even if I die, I can't
Leave them a whole body."
Her finger moved on the button, and Poinsettia was about to press it, but at this time her eyes could no longer be opened. Her finger finally stopped on the button, but she had no strength to press it.
On the edge of the cliff, the bandits had already revealed their heads. The first one looked over and saw Poinsettia lying on the ground not far away, with the box cannon still in his hand, so he hurriedly climbed up the cliff and walked forward cautiously.
As he got closer, Poinsettia was still lying on the ground motionless, seemingly unaware of his arrival, which reassured him a lot.
Finally, he came to Poinsettia, and first touched Poinsettia's arm with his gun. Seeing that she didn't respond, he knelt down and began to look carefully.
At first glance, this guy suddenly became happy. He turned his head and shouted towards the cliff, "Brothers, come quickly, this little girl is dying."
Before he finished speaking, heads appeared one after another from the bottom of the cliff. People jumped up the cliff and gathered in front of Poinsettia, surrounding her.
Zhao Hu also climbed up the mountain. He separated from the crowd and walked in. He looked at the unconscious Poinsettia lying on the ground and laughed ferociously, "Run, why don't you run away? You still want to escape from my grasp."
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"Master Zhao, what should I do with her?" On the side, several of Zhao Hai's buddies were holding guns, ready to kill Poinsettia at any time.
Zhao Hai looked up and down Poinsettia's bumpy body, and then showed an extremely vulgar smile on his face. He knelt down and touched Poinsettia's cheek, "This little girl is so beautiful. It would be a pity to kill her. Let her die before she dies."
Sir, feel free to relax."
The surrounding bandits laughed and watched intently as Zhao Hai turned Poinsettia's body over and lay face up on the ground.
Turning the poinsettia over, Zhao Hai saw the button bombs and the detonator in the poinsettia's hand at a glance. He couldn't help but frowned, "What are these? I feel scared just looking at them."
Several people shook their heads and said they didn't know what it was. Zhao Hai had someone break the detonator out of Poinsettia's hand, then took off Poinsettia's coat and threw it aside.
Looking at Poinsettia's hot figure, the bandits around them all swallowed their saliva, and some of them laughed shyly, "Master Zhao, how about you let the brothers have a good time after you're done?"
Zhao Hai smiled broadly and said, "No problem, we will come one by one in a while, everyone will have a share."
The bandits immediately howled, and their wolf-like howls echoed around the lonely peak.
Poinsettia, who was already in a semi-conscious state on the ground, seemed to be aware of it. Her body twitched and a tear dropped from the corner of her eye.