Night sand

They must not dare to take the main road, they can only follow the foot of the mountain on the side of the road, and if someone catches up, they can quickly hide deep into the mountains.

As long as they find the right direction, they are confident that they can escape the pursuit of the police, the only regret is that this mission has failed again, and the mobile phone used to communicate with the outside world has not been charged because of the haste to escape.

The short brother kept sighing behind the tall brother, this transaction can be said to have lost the lady and the soldiers, and even Brother Long, who brought them, died.

The other little brother had no sense of presence from beginning to end, he fell alone at the back, and followed the two of them forward.

Suddenly, the tall little brother stopped, turned his head and looked behind him vigilantly, and there was a siren in the distance, and it was the police who chased them all the way down the national highway.

He hurriedly made a gesture to the two people behind him, and the three of them tacitly got into the woods next to them.

Moments later, two police cars sped off the national highway with flashing lights.

The tall little brother felt that it was not a way to go further, but to go over the hill to see if there was a way out on the other side of the mountain.

After discussing with the short brother, he completely ignored the existence of a third person, this northern Burmese nicknamed "Haibo" was not on the same road as them, he was just the newly acquired little brother of Brother Long, and he had no life in his hands, so he was not treated well by them.

Hai Bo was also very knowledgeable, and obediently followed the two of them to climb up the hillside.

The tall little brother climbed to the top of the mountain with two people in one breath, and looked towards the other side of the mountain, and there were still endless mountains in front of him, but fortunately, the roof faintly appeared in the valley, and it seemed that there was a village in the col.

The short little brother stepped forward and asked, "Brother Gao, wait for you." "

The tall little brother nodded and said, "Let's talk about it." "

The mountain was full of thorns, and there was no road at all, Hai Bo couldn't help it, and pulled the tall little brother and said, "Brother Gao, I want to dump rice!"

The tall boy ignored him, reached out to remove the bushes that blocked his way, and the short boy followed closely.

Hai Bo scratched his head, weighed his situation, and hurried after him.

The three of them groped in the mountains, the mountains and forests in this country are really different from the dense forests in northern Myanmar, there is no nuisance of dryland locusts, but there is more threat of giant hornets.

The tall little man only focused on the thorns in front of him, but ignored the hornet's nest above his head.

Passing by a half-withered fir tree, his movements disturbed the hornets that were making nests in the fir tree.

A wasp perched on the forehead of the tall boy, who thought it was just a non-threatening bug, reached out and slapped it.

Not only did he kill the hornet, but the hornet also stuck a stinger in his abdomen into his forehead before he died.

The tall little brother was in pain, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the dense wasps above his head were about to move.

Ignoring the burning pain on his forehead, he shouted and took the lead and rushed down the mountain.

The short boy thought that the pursuers had arrived, so he left Hai Bo with a confused face and followed the tall boy down the mountain.

Hai Bo was only slightly stunned, and a swarm of hornets buzzed down on the top of his head.

Hai Bo screamed badly, and fell to the ground at once, rolling down the hill regardless of it.

Rao was quick to react, and his body was still stung by a few wasps that hit the head, but the speed of his downward roll surpassed the short brother, and he accidentally bumped into the leg of the short brother who was running in front, and the two of them rolled into gourds all over the ground.

The tall little brother flashed to the side, dodging the two people who rolled under his feet, and was about to stop to catch his breath, when he saw that there were hornets chasing him, he immediately learned that the two people in front of him fell to the ground and rolled down.

The slope of the hill was a bit steep, otherwise they would not have been able to roll down so easily, but fortunately there were no big trees on the hill except for the low bushes, otherwise they would have to kill them if they ran into them.

The mountain slowed down, and the three of them gradually stopped, and the short little brother among them, who was not attacked by the wasps, got up and sat on the ground in a daze.

The tall boy then got up, a large bag bulging from the place where he had been stung by a wasp on his forehead, and the sting of his heart caused him to grin and rush to a nearby stream.

Haibo was the worst, and several places on his body were like fires.

The three people who thought they could easily survive in the jungle didn't expect to capsize in the gutter, and they didn't even know where the shoes on their feet had fallen.

Haibo got up from the ground with a sigh and walked into the stream, where he was immersed in the water, the cold water soothing the pain in his body, and after a moment a smile appeared on his face.

The tall guy glared at Haibo fiercely, and the short guy walked to the upper reaches of the stream, pulled down the zipper of his pants and poured a soak of urine into the stream.

Hai Bo hurriedly climbed ashore, although he felt very uncomfortable, he did not dare to show the dissatisfaction in his heart, but took off his clothes and wrung the water hard.

The tall and short brothers looked at each other and smiled contemptuously.

The short boy pointed to the village across from him and led the way.

The village is remarkably quiet, and many of the old houses have collapsed because they have been empty for many years, leaving only ruins.

They carefully navigated the stone roads of the village, and the most important thing at the moment was to find a few pairs of shoes that would fit, or it would be difficult to even get out of the village, let alone run away.

Fortunately, in this decaying village, there are still a few good-looking houses, which should be inhabited so that they are not dilapidated, but there are dogs in the village, and they bark at the smell of life.

The three of them are not afraid of dogs, and even have the urge to grab a dog to eat.

So, amid the barking of a few dogs, the tall boy was the first to enter a courtyard with an open door.

The door of the main house creaked open, and a man in his fifties and sixties looked at the three disheveled people suspiciously, and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

The tall little brother pointed to the stone lion in the man's yard and said, "We are in the antique business, you stone lions look old, can you sell them to us?"

His rhetoric was completely out of necessity, because he didn't know if there was anyone else in the house, so he could only test it at this time.

The man followed his gaze to the mossy stone lion and asked, "That's from the Ming Dynasty, can you afford it?"

The tall guy scratched his head and asked, "We are antique dealers from other places, how much money are you going to want?"

The man wanted to say that he didn't understand the market, but he was afraid that he would show his cowardice in front of people and not be able to sell it at a good price, so he stretched out three fingers and didn't squeak.

"Three thousand?".

The tall guy asked.

The man smiled contemptuously and said, "One price, thirty thousand!".