Zhang Haotian changed direction and began to climb to the top of the mountain. The road to the mountain here was very difficult to walk, and there were ten-meter-high rock walls blocking it from time to time. Fortunately, the flying eagle claw in Zhang Haotian's hand played a key role, and he could firmly grasp the rock cracks and let Zhang Haotian use the power to climb upwards, which made him secretly praise the flying eagle claw as an extremely practical weapon.

Half an hour later, Zhang Haotian was about to go up to the top of the mountain, but he did not continue to climb up, but instead walked around the top of the mountain and headed towards the back mountain.

When he arrived at the back mountain, gunfire was heard, and from time to time, he could hear arrogant shouts, so Zhang Haotian followed the sound and followed it and left.

After about two hundred meters down, the gunshots and shouts became clearer. Zhang Haotian knew that the enemy was approaching, so he moved carefully in the direction where the sound came out.

Ten minutes later, through the gap between the branches and leaves of the woods, Zhang Haotian immediately saw a bridge. A very simple suspension bridge built with thick ropes and wooden bridges was about fifty meters long, crossing between the two mountains. Below was an abyss hundreds of meters high. There were rocks in the abyss. No wonder Master Wuchen said that as long as the rope of the suspension bridge was cut off, the enemy would be unable to track it.

At this time, gunfire sounded again, and Zhang Haotian hid his body behind a big rock and looked down intently.

There were some weeds growing around the suspension bridge, and there were no tall trees. At the entrance, there were several lying stones, and people could be seen moving behind.

Just as I was wondering if Zhuo Aoshuang and others were behind the stone, I saw gunfire sounds there, but someone was shooting outside through the gaps of the stone.

With the gunshots, another gunshot was heard, causing the stones to splash, and countless people were firing back.

Zhang Haotian immediately looked in the direction of the gunshot and immediately saw a group of men crawling in a low bush, and they were the ones who shot.

Zhang Haotian was condescendingly and counted the men. There were only about a dozen people, which was a little less than his estimated number, and it seemed that he had not seen anyone from the Feiying Gang.

Thinking in his mind, Zhang Haotian looked at the crawling men all holding pistols, and suddenly thought that it was not only these people who followed Zhuo Aoshuang and others, but the pursuit along the way should have also lost a lot. The news that he was running in this direction must have known that he was the main target of the other party's operation. These people would inevitably draw out their hands to search and block. At this moment, Zhuo Aoshuang and others already had guns in their hands, and there was also members of the Beixiong Gang who did not have guns in their hands. Of course, there was no need to stay.

At this moment, the people behind the stone would fire a shot from time to time, as if they wanted to prevent the enemy from approaching. The people from the Beixiong Gang were not in a hurry to step forward, but just used firepower to suppress the people behind the stone, so that they could not run onto the suspension bridge. The two sides thought that they had been in a stalemate for a while.

After a while, the gunshots from behind the stone became longer and longer. Obviously, there were fewer and fewer bullets. Of course, the more than ten Beixiong Gang members also understood this truth and began to move slowly approach the stone bit by bit.

They moved like this, of course, it was convenient for Zhang Haotian to observe. His points one by one would be gone by the thirteenth.

If these thirteen people were using knives, it might be a little more troublesome, but Zhang Haotian had two 54 pistols at this time and was behind them, so it became easier.

At that moment, Zhang Haotian threw away the flying eagle claws, sat behind the stone, and began to check the bullets in the two guns. When he saw the magazines, he was delighted. It turned out that the magazines of the two guns were all full, each with eight rounds. If these sixteen bullets were exerted to the maximum effect, they could relieve the danger of the person behind the stone.

Taking the two pistols into his hands, Zhang Haotian slowly came out of the stone, crawled and began to climb carefully towards the suspension bridge. He was still one hundred meters away from the members of the Beixiong Gang, but in order to ensure the accuracy and effectiveness of the bullets, it is best to shoot at a distance of twenty meters from them, that is, he must go forward eighty meters. During the eighty-meter marching, if those people discovered it and had to deal with thirteen guarded gunmen, sixteen bullets would be far from enough.

Although there were no big trees, the bushes and weeds were good covers. When he crawled down fifty meters, there was no gunfire coming from behind the stone, and it seemed that he had already shot all the bullets.

At this time, I heard the thirteen Beixiong gang members laughing arrogantly and proudly. Someone was shouting: "Beautiful girl, why don't you have any bullets? Haha, don't be afraid, there are endless bullets in the gun below my brother, white and warm, I'll give them all to you later."

Someone else said, "Damn, this girl killed many of our brothers. If she caught her, she wouldn't be cheap. After we got on, we would still call some brothers to see how many people she could hold."

However, there are still calm people reminding: "Don't be happy too early. This girl's son may have exhausted all the bullets, but the whip in her hand is also very powerful, so be careful."

Then someone said, "That beautiful girl has been injured. Maybe she is dead. Only the old monk is left behind the stone. Haha, if you are interested, you will burst his anus. I have no objection."

After hearing this, Zhang Haotian understood that Zhuo Aoshuang had been shot and injured. It was not certain whether he was a life or a death. He just didn't know if the "old monk" mentioned by the person was Master Wuchen.

As the people spoke, they had gradually reached a few lying stones. The one closest one had no movement when they saw the stone. They even stood up, held up their guns, and jumped over the half-meter-high stone.

However, before his feet were fully stood firm, something unexpected happened. Just after the stone, a man suddenly stood up. With a wave of the whip in his hand, he saw the man screaming, leaning over and falling under the stone, rolling for a few times, and then he stopped moving.

Zhang Haotian could see clearly that the man who stood up was wearing a black long skirt, with a graceful figure, snow-skinned cherry lips, bright eyes and bright nose, which was Zhuo Aoshuang. However, she covered her left chest with her hands at this time, and her movements were quite difficult, and she was obviously a gunshot wound.

Zhuo Aoshuang waved a long whip again, as if she wanted to roll the pistol in the man's hand, but this time she waved the whip, and the direction of the whip changed. She should have been injured. She used force again to pull the wound and could no longer continue to use the whip technique.

Although some companions fell down, the Beixiong Gang's people were already very close to Zhuo Aoshuang. They all stood up, and the gun in their hands had pointed at her.

Zhuo Aoshuang knew that it was useless to hide behind the stone. She covered her chest, held a whip in her hand, stood up slowly, raised her head slightly, and her suffocating face was already fearless of life and death, waiting for these people to shoot.

Facing such a beautiful woman, the people from the Beixiong Gang had already become lustful. Naturally, no one was willing to shoot and destroy this masterpiece of heaven. However, when facing her whip with a knife tied to the tip, she did not dare to get too close.

At this moment, another person stood up from behind the stone, but it was a thin monk with blood flowing from his right leg, blocking his body before Zhuo Aoshuang. It was Master Wuchen. Although he had a pistol in his hand, there was obviously no bullets.

At this moment, Master Wuchen's face was also filled with a calmness that transcends life and death, and he said, "Ao Shuang, Uncle Ouyang failed to protect you and rushed out, but you must not fall into the hands of these beasts."

Zhuo Aoshuang's beautiful face showed a blooming smile like a lotus, and said, "Uncle Ouyang, don't worry, I have found myself where I should go."

Speaking of this, her body took a big step back. Two meters away, it was the abyss hundreds of meters high.

The Beixiong Gang had already surrounded the two of them. When he heard Master Wuchen's words, someone immediately cursed: "Fuck your old bald donkey, if you dare to call us animals, let you taste the taste of animals. If you don't peel off your skin, I will not be a human."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a cold voice coming from behind him, saying, "You are indeed not a human, because you are about to become a ghost."

The last "letter" came to everyone's ears. A crisp sound was heard, and a flower splashed on the man's chest, and then he widened his eyes and fell to the ground.

The person who spoke and shot was naturally Zhang Haotian. When Zhuo Aoshuang stood up and waved the whip to kill the Beixiong Gang member, he was less than 30 meters away. When all the Beixiong Gang members stood up and surrounded Zhuo Aoshuang and Master Wuchen, there were only twenty meters left. At such a distance, and with the enemy's back to him, he was fully confident that he would eliminate the thirteen people, so he stood up from the weeds and spoke.

After killing the man with one shot, Zhang Haotian did not wait for the others to come to his senses. He picked up the guns and walked forward, quickly hooked the plate machine and started shooting in a row. In a moment, eight people were shot and fell to the ground, and there were three others left. At this time, he had already reacted and was about to raise his gun to aim at Zhang Haotian.

However, at this time, Zhang Haotian had approached them and suddenly took a big strode and actually came behind the person who was first aiming at him. He pressed his left hand against the back of his head and a splash of blood suddenly splashed on his face. The man immediately fell to the ground, and a big blood hole had appeared on his head.

He suddenly moved his body, and the other two men just raised their guns but lost their target.

At this time, Zhang Haotian's gun had already fired, and two bullets had hit their eyebrows in an instant. They fell to the ground without humming before they died.

In a moment, Zhang Haotian killed twelve people in a row, which was fatal to the gun. The May 4th pistol is a common weapon in the underworld. He also felt more and more adaptable. Although the recoil was stronger, as long as he mastered it, he could control the accuracy of the same as the gun for training, but the power was much more satisfying than the gun for training. He really didn't feel anything to kill these people, just like he was hitting the electronic target used during training.

Master Wuchen was once a famous and cruel person in the Tao. When he saw Zhang Haotian calmly after killing so many people, he couldn't help but say, "Amitabha."

Zhang Haotian knew that there were still many enemies on the mountain, and it was safe only if he crossed the suspension bridge and destroyed it. At that time, he went to get the gun held by Beixiong's body, and said, "Miss Zhuo, Master Wuchen, cross the bridge quickly. If it is too late, someone will chase you again."

Master Wuchen immediately said, "Ao Shuang, hurry up, go ahead."

Zhuo Aoshuang had a pale face, nodded slightly, and walked towards the suspension bridge. Just after she walked five or six steps, when she reached the bridge, she shook her body, her feet softened, and she fell to the ground. Her eyes were closed, and she fainted, and the whip in her hand also fell.

Zhang Haotian had already taken four guns at this time. It was estimated that there was no need to be used after crossing the suspension bridge, and he did not take them anymore. He followed Zhuo Aoshuang, but he did not expect that she fainted on the ground. He glanced at a gunshot wound on the upper side of her left chest, and blood had soaked her front chest. The injury was indeed not light. It was very difficult for this woman to last until now.

Master Wuchen also had injuries on his right leg, so it was naturally inconvenient to carry someone on his back. Zhang Haotian inserted the gun into the belt without hesitation, then bent his body and picked up Zhuo Aoshuang, let Master Wuchen take the whip, and then walked forward.

Two minutes later, Zhang Haotian passed the shaking suspension bridge and turned around, but saw Master Wuchen limping to halfway through the bridge, and he seemed to have no strength when walking.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a group of people running over at the direction of the bridge head while firing guns. Zhang Haotian knew that the pursuers had arrived again, so he quickly placed Zhuo Aoshuang, who was still dizzy, on the ground, then pulled out two guns, rushed towards the middle of the bridge, and arrived at Master Wuchen, shouting loudly: "Master Wuchen, hug my waist, I will take you there."

As he said this, the gun in his hand had already fired, but it was shooting towards the people chasing the opposite side. At this time, the distance between the two sides was still far, so naturally there would be no accurate head. However, under the rapid shooting of Zhang Haotian's two guns, the chasing people subconsciously dodged one after another, not daring to be too close, squatted among the weeds and fought back at him. Although he did not hit Zhang Haotian, the "swoosh" sound of the bullets flying was endless.

At this moment, Master Wuchen had already hugged his waist. Zhang Haotian shot and quickly retreated. After a few minutes, he finally arrived at the other side of the suspension bridge.

Knowing that only by destroying the suspension bridge can it be completely safe, Zhang Haotian went to check it out, but saw that there were six ropes on the left and right sides of the suspension bridge, two fingers thick, tied with ropes soaked in tung oil. As long as the twelve ropes are cut, the bridge head here will fall to the opposite side.

Zhang Haotian did not have a knife in his hand, so he held the gun and hooked the machine to the rope. But unexpectedly, when the bullet hit the rope, half of it was connected. If he continued to hit like this, all his bullets would be exhausted.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he was tied with a knife to Zhuo Aoshuang's long whip, and quickly turned around and picked it up with the tip of the whip.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Aoshuang's sharp and thin knife was extremely sharp. As soon as he cut the rope, the rope broke through it before he could use much force.

Zhang Haotian was overjoyed when he saw this. He picked up a knife and cut the rope on the left side of the suspension bridge first. When the entire suspension bridge slanted, he went to cut the one on the right. When the last rope was cut by him, he saw the bridge body that was dozens of meters long quickly crashing towards the rock wall opposite. After about ten seconds, there was a loud "slam" sound, and the wooden boards laid on the bridge were smashed into pieces, and then it continued to make a "slam" sound and fell into the abyss.

Seeing the suspension bridge being cut off by Zhang Haotian, the enemy opposite could only shout and curse, but there was nothing he could do.

Even so, Zhang Haotian still did not dare to relax, so he said to Master Wuchen, who was sitting on the ground and tearing off his monk's robe and tying his wounds: "Master, you can't stay here for a long time. You should be familiar with the road ahead. How do you go down the mountain to be safe."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Zhuo Aoshuang who was dizzy and said, "Miss Zhuo's wound is still bleeding. If this continues, I'm afraid she will not be able to stand it."

Master Wuchen had already pierced the wound at this time, looked at Zhuo Aoshuang with concern, and then stood up and said, "Old donor, please hold Aoshuang. It will take a while to go down the mountain. Before you reach the foot of the mountain, Aoshuang will inevitably die of blood. But I know that there is a place in front of you that is growing herbs to stop her blood, so I should stop her blood first and then leave."
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