C202 It's about a Healthy Life

"Mr. Taoist, you can go. The cave is cold and damp, and the snake is old. I'll go get a few bags first. "

The old Taoist was stunned when he saw the glaring light outside. He casually found a frightening excuse and confused the old Taoist.

When the old Daoist heard about that thing, he immediately recalled the swarm of poisonous snakes that he had encountered in the police station on the first night.

He immediately felt goosebumps all over his body.

It was impossible for the old Daoist to go by himself. He hurriedly called out to a few fellows who were bold and physically strong, and then went out.

Judging from the way this guy walked and swung his arms, Xiao Qiangbing knew that this guy must have some kind of evil idea.

Indeed, not long after the old Daoist left, he heard the sounds of bandit soldiers outside, followed by the sounds of cold guns.

All of this proved that the old Daoist's method was definitely effective.

Mayor Hobson had been wandering in the cave for a long time. He lowered his arms and licked the remaining alcohol in his teeth. He anesthetized his nerves and shouted excitedly from afar:

"Brother Shaw, this place used to be a barracks.

I also found a lot of bullets in the turret, dormitory, and ventilation vent. They are rusted and can't be used anymore. Sigh, isn't this the map of their command room? There's also a sand table. I'll study it. "

As the old man was speaking, he saw a table leaning against the wall and was delighted.

Ever since this fellow became a battalion commander, he had always been interested in matters related to military warfare. Now that he saw a command table, it was as if he had found a treasure.

This was a tall rectangular concrete platform, leaning against a large wall. The situation of this place could be vaguely seen on the wall.

"From here, this section. . . Should be the seaside. . . "

Hobson put his hands behind his back and looked at the command platform in front of him. He seemed to have found the feeling of commanding the troops in the past.

Xiao Qiang's soldiers sat on a rock, exhausted. Seeing that Delubi and the others were all sitting on the ground, looking listless, he encouraged them:

"Listen up, everyone. After this period is over, everything will be fine. After chasing away the bandits, you will be able to live a good life. There will be food and drinks.

Look at the movies, develop and develop tourism. Silver Fox Town is a good place. If we can build a scenic area. . .

Tourists will start to send money to us. When the time comes, you'll be exhausted from counting money. "

"Pfft, Officer Xiao, you're talking about heaven, right?"

Delubi finally had a break, and his mind was still thinking about the work and money Xiao Qiangbing promised him. When he heard him boast, he immediately retorted.

Liang Shuai was sitting next to Xiao Qiangbing, lazily leaning against the cement block. His eyelids moved, as if he was homesick. He slowly began to narrate:

"Humph, you should go out of the mountains and take a look. It's best to go to China.

After my guidance, a teenage girl went to Beijing, China. The plane landed at the head of the flight. It was at the airport M3 terminal in Beijing.

She got off the plane and took a train to the airport. There were fifty to sixty thousand shops in the lobby.

There were hundreds of delicious snacks and a sea of people.

You can charge your phone everywhere. There will be police officers protecting you at any time. . . "

Liang Shuai talked about this experience. His voice was soothing and lively. It was as if he had returned to the prosperous and harmonious cities in the country. He swallowed his saliva and said:

"That girl called me at that time:

Brother, brother, I'm in heaven. . . "

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly looked up and saw the curious eyes of the villagers as well as an inexplicable yearning expression.

Xiao Qianbing also missed his domestic life very much. When he said it, he immediately became energetic and changed to a comfortable position. He said in a loud and clear voice:

"There is a small night market downstairs. It should be as big as a karst cave.

After a night, the lights were bright. People walked around with their hands behind their backs. BBQ skewers. The ones selling meat buns, the dumpling chameleon noodles, and so on. In the middle of the night market, there was also a huge hotpot with a diameter of five to six meters. Sigh. . . "

Seeing that his interest had been piqued, Liang Shuai took the opportunity to say unhappily:

" When I was at home, I bought two bowls of soybean milk and poured one bowl of soybean milk for one bowl. If I drink too much, I won't be willing to drink anymore. "

When the two of them bragged, Delubi and the others kept swallowing their saliva.

"Friends, life is earned through hard work. If you want to do this, you have to work hard and clear off the bandits.

To build a beautiful home, only then can you eat and drink well. If we can go out. . . "

Xiao Qiang Bing was afraid that he would sweep away the villagers' interest. He changed the topic and talked about a good life, but once he said it, his expression immediately darkened.

Just now, the situation required him to go out and attract the attention of the bandits. However, only the few of them could hold on for a long time. No one knew how long they could hold on.

Especially now that he thought about it, as long as the bandits discovered this place, whether it was the explosion or the stupidest way to attack with fire, they would not be able to live at all inside.

Hearing that their life was so good, Hobson became interested. He rubbed his hands and said tiredly:

"Mr. Liang, if it is really that good, then it would be the paradise life that we yearn for. . . "

"We're called Kang, we've worked hard to build this foundation of yours, and we even did a good job. . . "

Liang Shuai started to speak nonsense again.

Recalling that the danger was right in front of him, Xiao Qiangbing reconsidered his current situation and instantly felt that all hope was bleak. He could not help but touch his pocket and found that he still had a pen and paper with him.

This was his habit as a super special forces soldier. The paper was in the form of a pen and paper. There were only three or five pieces, and the pen was not even the size of a thumb.

After a moment of melancholy, coupled with his thoughts about Charles and Niles, he considered the past of Silver Fox Town's suffering and the dawn that had just appeared. He waved his pen and wrote:

"There will be a lot of places like Silver Fox Town that are full of chaos and are bullied by bandits.

After thinking about it for a while, I think that the headquarters and the government should send out effective mobile forces to strengthen the deterrence of the patrols here.

Set up a fast response team of about 30 people, In addition,

There are also communication facilities that match the situation, such as signal towers or radio stations. . . "

Perhaps it was because he had accumulated too many ideas in his mind, but since he had started writing, he was a little unable to contain himself. What was there to punish violent criminals?

Group control, selecting officials who were truly law-abiding, and so on. He wrote a full three pages in a long and long manner.

Looking at his strong handwriting and hearing the sound of gunfire in the distance, he shook his head in disappointment. He rolled up the paper and threw it on the ground, shaking his head in pain. He muttered to himself:

"What's the use of these thoughts?

There are still so many bandits outside"

"Qiang Zi, Qiang Zi, I can't take it anymore. The ground is covered in blood. . . "

Outside, someone ran in. He shouted as he ran.

It was the old Taoist.

He led a few villagers out. First, he cut down a lot of trees at the mouth of the valley, blocking the way.

Then, he made some false footprints on the edge of the ravine to successfully fool the suspicious bandits.

However, this kind of deception only lasted for more than an hour. After discussing for a long time, they started to organize people to rush in.

At this time, a group of police officers and militia rushed up from the back. There were about fifty to sixty people, confronting the bandits and exchanging fire. After fighting for more than half an hour, they ran up the mountain.

"It's too far. I'm still hiding. I think it should be Adolf and the others. Sigh, the bandits went up. I secretly took a look from afar. The road is full of blood. I think Adolf. . . "

The old Taoist priest mentioned the scene he saw just now and guessed that Adolf was already dead. He immediately felt sad.