Chapter 321

"What should I do? Throw it or not?" brother donkey and others looked at me and waited for me to make up my mind.

In fact, even if both sides throw away the guys, it's also cost-effective for us. Except for drunkards, Ivan and I don't have a big decline in combat effectiveness after we lose our knives, and the other party is different. Without a gun, I can hit at least three or four alone, not to mention that they block the road in front of us. If we want to live, we really have to cooperate.

We walked along the half foot wide path after the collapse until both sides could see it clearly and stopped. The eyes of the two groups were not very good-looking, but we had to try to get through this difficulty. It was estimated that there would be another bloody fight when we went out.

"In order to show sincerity, I'll come first" the guy called shovel shouted at us with a generous look. At the same time, he raised his hand and threw an imitation 54 pistol into the abyss just formed after the subsidence.

"It's your turn," shouted another person.

With a wave of my hand, I threw out the saber from a distance, and brother donkey threw away the engineer shovel. Ivan was also empty handed. After the other party threw some weapons, he shouted, "don't think we are blind. We won't see you when we stand behind the foreign devils?"

The drunkard stood behind the three of us and was blocked by Ivan. We looked back at him. With a very reluctant expression, he took the three edged bayonet back into the black soft leather scabbard, threw it down with a long sigh, and was immediately swallowed by fog and darkness.

"Well, throw the rope over." the man called the shovel told everyone to slap him, indicating that there were no weapons.

"Monkey, are you sure they threw away all the guns?" brother donkey whispered behind me.

I recalled the gunfire in my heart, calculated it and replied, "seven pistols, four jets and a short barrel shotgun should be thrown away. Take out the rope."

"Well, I don't have a rope," said brother donkey, but this startled me.

"What? Where's your rope?" I lost it in my backpack when I was fighting with them just now.

"Fuck, it's over." I clicked in my heart. The rope between me and the drunkard was gone. I used it when climbing inside the copper snake.

The other party immediately found out and scolded, "fuck, brother shovel, we were cheated, and they didn't."

The shovel immediately turned its face and said to a short guy, "gun, blow them up."

Seeing that the situation was going to be bad, brother donkey shouted, "wait, I can get there."

But in this case, it's hard to convince people in one sentence or two. The shovel scolded: "you think you spider man can pass. Our best brothers just fell down."

"Believe me, I have received professional rock climbing training. In the past, when climbing, I went up first to play a fixed structure at the most dangerous and difficult times. Believe me, I must have a way," said brother donkey. The other party hesitated a few times and looked at each other, waiting for the shovel to speak.

"OK, you try, but these three people should stay, or what if they run away," said the shovel. However, I didn't hold much hope according to his tone, but I just wanted to try. Anyway, if I didn't try well, he didn't fall to death.

"I have to go and fight him. These two stay for you. Don't worry. These two are my boss. I won't run until I get the salary." the drunkard shouted behind.

"Well, I don't believe you can play any tricks. You two come first and the other two stay here. Be careful. I'll kill them first if I make a small move," said the shovel.

Brother donkey and the drunkard passed Ivan and me and walked all the way. It was a very laborious thing to pass by a person in such a narrow place, which was similar to overtaking on a one-way street. The two big men should stick their bodies very close. The people close to the stone wall should try to grasp them. The people who cross the stone wall should scratch on the people inside and rub them bit by bit.

If two men have these actions at ordinary times, they must be defined as gay friends. Even if they are not gay friends, they will be embarrassed. But at this moment, no one cares so much. Fortunately, the drunkard and brother donkey are thin. If Ivan was replaced, they couldn't squeeze through anyway. Maybe they fell down with the regiment in their arms.

This situation was staged again when brother donkey and drunkard crossed the shovel group, but it was more embarrassing. These people had just killed each other with knives and guns. In the twinkling of an eye, they needed close contact with body friction. Both eyes and actions were very strange. If I wasn't one of them, I had to laugh and have a stomachache.

But now I can't laugh at all. There is a barrier in front of me. It's the first. In the past, these two groups have to work hard. It's the second. Now they are unarmed and the number is not dominant. How to keep their own and their companions' lives is a problem I have to consider.

After these people were pulled to the front, brother donkey and drunkard climbed to the crack encountered by shovel and others, that is, where they couldn't get through and fell to death.

Ivan and I also moved forward, but we were separated from each other. We couldn't see the specific situation. We asked them on the walkie talkie. The drunkard's walkie talkie was still on us. He replied to me, "what a big hole. It's bald inside. There's no place to stay."

Listening to the drunkard, I tried to describe what this "big hole" should be like in my mind, but the voice of brother donkey was replaced in the walkie talkie, and his language was much more professional.

"Monkey, it's a little troublesome. This is a cross section formed by a whole piece of giant quartz sandstone. The flashlight is red. The typical Danxia landform should contain a lot of iron ore. this stone wall should be part of the mountain. The bronze statue is embedded in it. When it collapses, a large amount of stripped gravel is taken away, resulting in this V-shaped crack. Only a few points can be borrowed Force, the opening is about 15 meters, and the length deep into the stone wall is about 30 meters. "

"Fuck, what should I do?" I nodded.

"I'll try. I'm almost 50% sure. Give me two headlights and six short ropes. If I don't have a rope, the belt can also be used. There are still a few rock nails and bolts in my leg bag, which are fixed in several places. The people behind me should be able to get there by hand," said brother donkey.

After this sentence, the group in front of me heard a curse. It is estimated that they threw away all their guns for the 50% possibility. They are distressed there. They began to untie their belts and handed two headlights to brother donkey.

In fact, in this case, 50% assurance is very rare. It is impossible for ordinary people. Moreover, according to my understanding of brother donkey, he is a kind of person who is more stable. Generally, he will say 50% only if it is more than 60% feasible

"Come on, big brother, turn on the whole." the voice of the drunkard came from the walkie talkie again. Then you can see him drink up the wine pot at one go, wipe his mouth and throw away the empty aluminum pot with a determined look.

As the saying goes, the arrow is on the line and has to be sent. Brother donkey and the drunkard took the shovel. These people put on the headlights. Then brother donkey was in front and the drunkard was behind. As soon as he flashed around the corner, he disappeared into the place where the stone crack was inward and I couldn't see it.

I spent the next hour praying with courage. The facts also proved that although brother donkey was stubborn, he never boasted. He really climbed over. The price was that he almost fell down after three hand slides. Ten fingers and six nails turned over. The screams of pain were heard clearly without a walkie talkie.

Although brother donkey opened the way in front, the drunkard was relatively better, but once he almost slipped and fell down. Fortunately, the drunkard was fast. When his body was almost falling, he reached out and grabbed the belt thrown by brother donkey. Only then did he fix himself and didn't fall down.

When the donkey and the drunkard almost fought their lives, they finally built a "life channel" so that the people behind them can continue to move forward. This so-called life channel is just some rope belts stuck in the stone cracks and tied on the protrusions. People who want to pass must pull these things like orangutans and swing themselves in the air under their feet.

When it was my turn, one fell dead in front. It was estimated that it was the reason why I didn't catch it because of my physical overdraft. In addition, I also noticed that these thieves would rather carry the stolen bright weapons than give them to their companions for temporary custody. It is absolutely true that people die for money and birds die for food. If they concentrate their backpacks first and then throw them over and catch them one by one, I believe the situation may be better.

The last one is Ivan, because the shovels think Ivan is too big. If he breaks his belt, all the people behind him will be ruined. Fortunately, this situation did not occur. The quality of these people's belts is really good. They are all pure leather or military nylon. They will not break immediately when they bear the weight of 100 kg.

After the crack that had swallowed three people's hands, the half foot wide path was restored in front. Everyone kept quiet and walked carefully with their heads closed, because the most difficult place had come. It would be too bad to have an accident here.

Although no one spoke, my intuition told me that the false peace in front of the crisis was about to be broken. They only took into account the donkey and drunkard in front, so they didn't make trouble immediately, because I obviously saw these people winking or gesturing to each other. I immediately gave Ivan a hint and flicked three long and three short on the walkie talkie, I'm sure brother donkey can understand what I mean.

They walked dozens of meters close to the stone wall and found a stolen hole they dug. Seeing this stolen hole, I couldn't help sighing. Let's say 72 lines. There is a doorway. Although these people are not allowed to shoot and their actions are not unified, the hole is really well dug. Some of them must know Feng Shui. They found the best place to dig according to the direction of the air flow. A hole led to the parade square in the tomb, and the hole was reinforced with some metal rods and boards, so the ground didn't collapse in the shaking just now.

Drilling out along the stolen cave, we found that we had reached the foot of the mountain, the cave was a forest, and it was night. The starlight all over the sky made us feel alive again. Even there was more fragrance of plants and trees in the air, giving people a feeling of intoxication.

However, before I gasped for two mouthfuls of this fragrant air, the shovel Gang couldn't help turning over. He said to brother donkey and the drunkard, "OK, you two have good skills. Thanks to you this time, or you really can't get out. In order to thank you, I'll give you a happy gun and kill them."

As soon as I heard this, I immediately thought about it. I was going to overturn the gun first. It was estimated that this guy still had explosives on his body, but he was caught by the drunkard. The man didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd. He looked at the shovel with a smile.