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In the east of Samya, there is a peninsula protruding into the sea, surrounded by the sea on three sides, only connected to the mainland by a 500-meter-wide ridge. There are few tall trees on the cliffs of [-] meters, and the common one is an unknown low bush. The branches of this plant are miraculous and have the effect of curing all diseases, and are called holy medicine by the local people. .\\net

At the top of the holy mountain is a bare white stone with a radius of hundreds of meters. Every time the sun rises, the stone reflects the sun and emits thousands of rays. Save fishermen in distress.

For thousands of years, the local people have always regarded the holy mountain as their spiritual totem, and built new temples and palaces on the mountain. The Banjo's golden family is the manager of the temple. Since then, hundreds of palace buildings have been built on the holy mountain since the white top. The powerful and wealthy families in Muya all have private manors here and live in the holy mountain to seek the protection of the gods.

In the previous civil wars in Samya, this place has always been a peaceful place far away from wars, and no warlord dared to easily destroy the tranquility here, but this time the turmoil, the Golden Family suffered a catastrophe, and the clansmen collectively died. The holy mountain lost its guardian. The elders of the slave nationality took the opportunity to enter and form a temporary regime and issued orders to the whole country to attack opponents. At this time, the holy mountain has become a military fortress controlled by external forces. More than 1000 heavy troops are stationed here to block the passage connecting the land.

People outside the holy mountain have a hard time under the control of this iron curtain. If they are infected with the plague, they will be ruthlessly arrested by the law enforcement team. The mountain will say that they are cursed by the gods. People must use their lives to pay homage to the gods in order to protect the entire Samya. People with a conscience know that this is cruelty, and under the suppression of powerful force, they either endure it helplessly or flee to the border and become refugees, unable to resist this Iron Curtain regime.

It was still dark when Liang Yong and Banzhuo arrived at the foot of the holy mountain. They looked at the heavily fortified checkpoint from a distance, and they felt helpless. It was too difficult to climb the holy mountain several hundred meters from the sea. More than a dozen machine gun positions of mercenaries completely blocked the 1000 meters in front of the castle without a single shooting dead corner.

"Go to my house, my dear friend. My house is just in front of the col." Banjo suddenly suggested.

Liang Yong showed a puzzled look, this guy is from the Golden family and should live in the holy mountain, why does he still have a home here?

Banzhuo saw his doubts and scratched his head embarrassingly, explaining: "My mother was born as a maid and was excluded in the family. After my parents died of illness, I had no status and was sent here for foster care. I grew up with adoptive parents. I was lucky last year. Going back to the family to do things but my adoptive parents are still living here!"

Liang Yong said nothing to signal him to lead the way. Don't look at the suffering and insults he suffered during the relaxing period explained by Banjo, enough to write a typical family grievance record in this book.

In a mountain depression five kilometers away from the checkpoint, there are some dilapidated wooden houses and fenced courtyards scattered around. In the name of parents, I suddenly heard the cry of a woman mixed with the laughter of a man from the yard next to me.

Banzhuo's complexion changed drastically and he exclaimed: "Sister Bansha." He turned around and opened the courtyard door and rushed in. Liang followed closely with a frown and pulled out a pistol from his waist.

There were quite a few people in the yard. Two sturdy middle-aged men were tied to a wooden pillar, and an old woman covered in blood lay lying on the ground. An old man with a gray beard and hair and wearing big underpants was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed and begged.

In a pile of hay, a young girl is being held down by two soldiers. Her thin skirt has been torn off, revealing a dark but well-proportioned body. Her feet are bouncing. Her hands are grabbed by a soldier and held on top of her head. The legs in the grass were stepped on by another soldier. The guy smiled triumphantly, tore off his clothes and was taking off his pants...

"Bastard." Banjo's eyes turned red instantly and he roared angrily, rushing forward with his bare hands, forgetting to use the Desert Eagle that Liang had given him.

"Quack... two more brave Quincys came and killed him." The soldier who took off his trousers looked back at Banjo with a disdainful mockery and continued to unhurriedly take off his trousers.

The other soldier picked up his rifle from the side, aimed at Banjo, and was about to shoot. These guys are professional mercenaries. Killing them is as easy as squeezing an ant to death.

"Ah... Brother Banjo, don't come here and run." The girl lying on the ground was surprised when she saw Banjo, and then hersed loudly. Seeing Banjo was dangerous, she forgot about her current situation.

"Banjo!"

"Why are you back, child!"

"Run." The others yelled in horror, and the old man rushed towards Banjo desperately, trying to use his body to help him resist the bullet.

Banzhuo was too excited, his face showed a ferocious look, facing the enemy's gun, regardless of he still pounced on the soldier with his trousers up she.

"Bang bang." Two shots killed the soldier with the gun.

Only then did the soldier with his trousers up panicked and quickly rolled to the ground to grab the girl to cover himself, but what he was doing now was futile. Liang Yong didn't give him a chance to fight back, followed by two gunshots, and immediately punched two big holes in his chest. kill.

"Brother Banjo." The girl regained her freedom, ignoring the blood splashed all over her body, got up crying and rushed towards Banjo.

After being terrified, the old man showed surprise and kowtowed to Liang Yong to thank him. Banzhuo took off his clothes and wrapped them around the girl to comfort her. Then he turned and knelt in front of Liang Yong and kowtowed to him to thank him: "Dear friend, you saved me again. I owe you several lives and am willing to be your servant to repay you!"

"Banjo get up, I don't need you to be my servant, as long as you live like a man, this is a lesson. When you encounter an enemy, you should not rush with your bare hands, but point your gun at the enemy and shoot him." Liang said coldly with sharp eyes. .

"Thank you for your reminder. From now on, you will be my elder brother, Banjo, who will always remember your teachings." Banjo nodded calmly and suddenly matured a lot at this moment.

Liang Yong nodded and said, "Dispose of their bodies quickly and remember to leave their clothes behind." He turned around and walked out of the yard to look around, worried that the gunshots would attract other enemies.