"Brothers from Qingtang Village, I am Ma Ming, the seventh head of Siping Village, and I want to see your person in charge."
This is already the eleventh time that the seventh master, Ma Ming, has called out. Every time, the result is the same, that is, there is no response, as if he is being ignored.
After shouting, Ma Ming did not dare to show his head, so he retreated to the corner and got together with Shan Baozi and others.
While listening to what was going on outside, Ma Ming said to the second boss, Shan Baozi, and the eleventh boss, "Second brother, eleventh brother, the situation seems to be bad, the outside world doesn't pay attention to us at all."
It was he who proposed the idea of surrender. The eleventh master, Ghost Hand Mao, strongly agreed, while the second master, Shan Baozi, seemed to disagree at first, but was eventually convinced by them.
No one wants to die, especially people like Shan Baozi, who are greedy for profit, greedy for power, and are reluctant to take their own lives.
In this way, they began a long career of surrender. They shouted to the outside again and again, but there was no response from the outside. This disappointed them and made them feel really unsure.
Whether you agree or disagree, you should at least give them a clear answer. Being so noncommittal makes them feel the most uncomfortable, as if they are being roasted on a fire.
"Second brother, how about I send someone out to try again, maybe they will agree now." The seventh master had just taken a concubine and was in the period of fever. Naturally, he didn't want to die very much, so he said this.
"Forget it, Lao Qi, aren't all the brothers who were sent out dead?" The second master was a little hesitant, because the people who had just been sent out to surrender could not even get ten steps out of the gate before their heads were shot to pieces.
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Outside, there are at least ten snipers on the commanding heights, and there are even more other personnel. Once they go out, they are simply living targets for others.
The seventh master rolled his eyes, and it seems that he still plans to let people go out to try, "Second brother, maybe they were angry at first and have killed so many people. Now they should be less angry and maybe they will accept our surrender."
The Second Manager looked at the Seventh Manager who was looking forward to it, and then at the Eleventh Manager who kept nodding next to him. He could only sigh helplessly, "Okay, let's send someone out to try again."
A bandit was called out. He was very reluctant, but he had no way out now and could only bite the bullet and walk outside.
There was no white flag, so the bandit took off his underwear, picked it up with a wooden stick, and walked outside while waving it.
In his heart, Master Seven and Master Eleven had already scolded them bloody. These two guys treat others as human beings. They still do this even though they know that there is almost a dead end. It is really a shame.
At this moment, except for the best friends of the three leaders, the rest of the bandits began to be wary of them and were no longer so determined.
Waving the small white flag made of underwear, the bandit came to the door of the hall, looked outside, and saw that everything was calm, then he bravely shouted, "Gentlemen, don't shoot, I'm here to surrender."
The little white flag stretched out first and wavered in mid-air. Then he slowly leaned out from the door of the hall and carefully peered around.
There was not a single figure in sight, but the heavy atmosphere told him that there was murderous intent outside.
Trembling, as if walking on thin ice, the bandit walked out of the hall door. He stood on the steps for a moment, and then walked down the steps.
Ten steps away from the steps, there were several corpses lying on the ground. They all came out to discuss surrender. In the end, no one was able to cross the ten-step line alive.
"Bless me, the Jade Emperor, so that I can cross that Line of Hell alive." The little bandit kept praying in his heart as he walked towards the place they called the Line of Hell.
It was very quiet outside, and the little bandit's footsteps echoed in the yard. It sounded so empty, and it seemed a bit uncomfortable in this weird night.
Finally, he reached the ten-step line and couldn't help but stop, staring at the invisible line in a daze for a while.
This line can be said to be the line of life and death. One step will determine whether you will live or die. But now he has no choice but to keep walking forward.
He has been following the seventh master Ma Ming for a long time, and naturally he is very aware of the seventh master's temper: narrow-minded, petty, and extremely vengeful.
If I don't do what he says, even if I escape the Hell Line, I still won't be able to escape his murderous hand. Instead of doing this, I might as well take a gamble and see if I can survive this line.
Having made up his mind, the little bandit gritted his teeth and then raised his legs to cross the line.
The moment his legs crossed, the little bandit's nervous heart almost jumped out of his chest. He held his breath, waiting for the moment that would decide his fate.
It only takes a moment for the bullet to crush his head and send him to the underworld.
This moment seemed as long as a century, making the little bandit sweat profusely.
Bang -, finally the little bandit's feet landed outside the ten-step line, and the expected bullet did not hit, which made him feel happy, "It seems that I am lucky."
Seeing that his first step was safe, the little bandit felt happy. He became more courageous, his steps became brisk, and he walked forward waving the white flag of his underwear, "Everyone, don't shoot, I'm here to surrender."
After walking less than five steps, the little bandit suddenly stopped, and his big mouth could not be closed, and his body was as stiff as a stone statue.
His eyes were projected straight out and fell on the darkness in the distance in front of him. He was filled with shock because there appeared shadowy figures one after another, which seemed to be gradually becoming clearer.
What's going on? What's going on?
The little bandit's body was shaking uncontrollably, and his teeth were clashing up and down, making a soft gurgling sound.
Chi——, a cold firework was thrown over, and in the next moment, countless cold fireworks were thrown over, making the courtyard illuminated brightly.
Then with this sudden light, the little bandit finally saw clearly what was happening on the other side.
Figures as tall as mountains were walking forward in neat steps. Their expressions were stern, and there was no expression on their faces covered with camouflage paint. Only their eyes shone with a cold light, and their hands were flat.
The automatic rifle he raised was pointed directly at him.
In the middle of this group of people, a man in the same attire stood out. He was not tall and looked a little thin, but people had to notice him immediately because he seemed to be an unsheathed weapon.
The sword stabs the person's eyes with soreness.
This man has a black eyepatch on one eye, and the intact eye is full of cynicism and cunning intelligence. At first glance, he is a very scheming guy.
The little bandit looked at him and suddenly felt that his legs were as weak as noodles, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
This man's signature one-eyed man reminded the little bandit of the widely praised guy - the one-eyed devil!