The scar-faced man untied the Qin crossbow on his back, but he was not in a hurry to load the crossbow arrow.

He continued to look up at the eagle above.

The eagle in the sky doesn't look much bigger than a black spot.

When the other five strong men saw the scar-faced man take off the crossbow to fight the eagle, they were also eager to try, and touched the gun they were carrying.

However, they still have some points in their hearts about their marksmanship.

At this distance, the only one who can ensure that he will not lose face with a shot is the scar-faced man.

"Boss, why don't you do it yet?" asked one of the strong men.

"Boy, I'll teach you a hand. The scar-faced man said lightly, "Don't look at this eagle that seems to fly slowly, that's an illusion, it's actually very fast." Whether it's with a gun or a crossbow, at this distance, you can't hit it without first understanding how it can fly. ”

"The eagle doesn't fly in the sky, but you can still know how it flies?" the strong man asked.

The scar-faced man didn't reply, and continued to look up for a moment.

Then, he put the Qin crossbow in his hand on the ground, stepped on the bowstring of the crossbow with both feet, grabbed the crossbow arm with both hands, and "clicked" to wind the crossbow. He drew a two-finger-thick crossbow bolt from his back and installed it in the crossbow trough.

The scar-faced man raised his head, raised the giant Qin crossbow in his hand, and pulled the trigger almost without aiming.

With a "boom", the two-finger-thick crossbow arrow went up into the sky.

The other five strong men looked from the ground and felt that the crossbow arrow was lightning fast at first, and they were almost caught off guard.

When the eye caught it, it was found that it had slowed down, and the rate of its rise was getting slower and slower.

And the position of this crossbow arrow is also a lot worse than the eagle in the sky. According to the current flying method of the eagle, the eight poles can't be hit.

The five strong men looked up, feeling that this hair was about to fail, and they were already thinking about how to comfort the scar-faced man for a while.

This guy doesn't have a good temper, and he can really kill people when he's in a hurry.

Under the effect of gravity, the upward momentum of this crossbow arrow became slower and slower, and gradually began to sway.

Seeing that the castration was exhausted, the arrow began to tremble constantly, and it was about to fall down.

At this time, the eagle in the sky flapped its wings and made a big turn.

An eagle chirp came, and the eagle was actually shot through!

The five strong men looked up at all this, and they had a strange feeling in their hearts.

The eagle flew well, and there was nothing wrong with it, but at the last moment it made a turn, as if it had found a crossbow arrow and crashed into it.

"Chief, you're a god!"

"Chief, how do you know that this eagle will turn the corner?"

The scar-faced man didn't answer, he threw the Qin crossbow to the side and stretched out his hand: "Gun!"

The eagle in the sky is already falling, but above the eagle, there is a bird!

The bird flew so high that it looked like a small black dot.

It was originally flying on top of the eagle, and when it saw that the eagle was killed, it immediately climbed, and now it was even farther from the ground.

The strong man next to him hurriedly handed the gun to the scar-faced man's hand.

This is an AWM equipped with *, British goods, tough and simple in appearance, both power and accuracy, among the best in sniper rifles.

The scar-faced man raised the gun to the sky, this AWM, which originally required a bracket to fire, he only used two arms, and he was as steady as Mount Tai.

Unlike firing the Qin crossbow before, this time he took a closer look, and then pulled the trigger.

The AWM muzzle flashed, even if it was pretended*, it still sounded heart-wrenching!

In the sky, a black feather burst open.

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"Jingle Bells"

"Jingle Bells"

In the mountains of the Outer Khingan Mountains, there were bursts of bells.

The bell is tied to the neck of a gray donkey, and as the donkey walks along the mountain path, it sways from side to side, crisp and pleasant.

If this bell is heard by the mountain people here, they will be overjoyed.

It is a blessing to meet the envoy of the dragon king in the mountains.

The mountain people here lived south of Heilongjiang more than 70 years ago and were native farmers of Northeast China.

In 1931, the September 18 Incident occurred, and the Japanese army took the Northeast within a year after the invasion of China. At that time, most of the peasants who fled chose to go to the Guannai. There are also such a small group of people who choose to go north, cross the Heilongjiang River, enter the territory of Russia, and stop here.

You can't go further north, and further north is frozen soil, and people can't live, so they can only settle here.

At that time, not many people were able to escape here, but after 70 years of multiplication, they finally took root here.

Today, in the vast mountains of the Outer Khing'an Mountains, there are 26 villages scattered together.

These villages range from large to small, with the smallest numbering hundreds of people.

For more than 70 years, the mountain people have been spreading their branches here, and the dragon king sacrifice has slowly become a tradition here.

There is no fixed day for the Dragon King Festival, not because the mountain people here do not have customary rules for this big day, but because the presiding over the Dragon King Festival can only be served by the Dragon King Messenger himself.

In August and September every year, the envoys of the dragon king began to wander around the outer Xing'an Mountains, just like lighting a lamp, and went to preside over the dragon king sacrifice village by village.

It took more than a month to cover all 26 villages.

But no matter how you go, the Dragon King Festival can only be carried out one by one, and the order is a problem. Almost every village wants to hold a dragon king festival first, so that they feel that it is better to be blessed.

Considering this demand of the mountain people, the Dragon King's envoy could only change the route once a year to make it as rain and dew as possible.

There are no mobile phones here, so it is not easy to contact.

So every year in August and September, this kind of bell will ring in the mountains and mountains of the Outer Xing'an Mountains.

If the mountain people heard it while hunting and chopping wood in the mountains, they went up to greet them, and the envoy of the dragon king would tell them the route of this year.

The news spread, and when the Dragon King's envoy walked slowly, the village was prepared in advance.

"Jingle Bells"

"Jingle Bells"

The sound of bells echoes among the mountains.

The old man dressed in black followed behind the gray donkey, walking unhurriedly.

As he walked, the old man muttered: "Gray donkey, gray donkey, it's still your good life." Drink mountain spring water, eat good beans. Look at the color of your coat, it's shiny. Look at me again, described as withered, skinny, this mountain road, I am dizzy. ”

"What, you said I could ride up and save some effort?"

"Oh, no, what if someone sees you?"

"People are hunters, and they sell with ability. Our one, although it was also beautiful back then, can only sell miserably now. ”

"Even if you are a donkey, I can only be a lord. ”

"I have to keep talking to you so that people think you understand. ”

"If I can't do everything, who will believe me?

"Actually, you donkey is very stupid, far from our dragon king. ”

"I can't blame you, you've only been good for a few years?"

"Hey, don't talk about it, I'm tired, let's rest for a while. ”

The old man took the donkey, tied it to the tree, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, snorting and panting:

"It's been a mixed day, and I'm almost overwhelmed with food. ”

The old man took out a skin water bladder from his waist, raised his head and drank a sip of water, rinsed his mouth with his mouth, and then swallowed it reluctantly.

At this moment, an eagle suddenly chirped in the distance.

The old man looked at the voice, and his expression couldn't help but tighten.

An eagle was shot down.

Immediately afterwards, the old man saw a higher sky, and a small black dot also fell.

This small black dot fell quickly in the air, and the old man quickly saw that it was a black starling.

The starling bird whirled in the air and landed right on the tree where the old man was tying the donkey.

It was a decades-old poplar tree, tall and dense, and the bird bumped between the branches and leaves, and was the last one planted in front of the old man.

The old man hurriedly looked at the donkey beside him. Fortunately, the donkey was not surprised.

Looking back at the bird carefully, the old man's expression became solemn.

This bird, he has an impression.

In Longxinggou before, he was blocked by a group of people, led by a descendant of the Lin family.

After this, he was born with the true inheritance of the Lin family, which is not easy to mess with.

But after all, he was too young, and he fooled around, so he passed the test in a fool's way, and he also gave the Lin family a piece of information at that time.

At that time, the old man was babbling endlessly, but in fact, he had already been watching and listening to all directions, thinking about how to get out if it didn't work.

As a result, he found a starling parked on a nearby tree.

He was very impressed by that starling, because he had never seen it before in Waixinganling, and he was beautiful, nine times out of ten, he was born after the Lin family.

And the starling in front of him should be the one. The golden retriever on its head can't be wrong.

The old man stretched out his hand and picked up the starling bird.

There's a heartbeat, and it's alive.

I checked my body again, and my stomach was black and mushy, and all my hair was burned off.

"Gunshot wounds. The old man muttered, "It's okay, I didn't hit it directly, I brushed it over." ”

At this time, to the northeast of the old man, the leaves rustled.

The old man didn't need to look at it at all, he knew that someone didn't take the mountain road, and directly used * to climb the mountain.

Listening to the movement, there is more than one person.

"Yo, is there anyone chasing your bird?"

The old man glanced at the starling in his hand and whispered to himself.

He hesitated slightly, then seemed to have made up his mind and took the starling into his arms.

The old man walked to his donkey, stooped down and untied the bell hanging from the donkey's neck, wrapped it in cotton cloth and put it in the coat, untied the donkey's reins, and stepped on the donkey with a gentle leap.

"Drive!"

The gray donkey was stunned for a moment, but did not move.

It had never been ridden by an old man in its life, and it was a little confused for a while.

"Oh, you're really my ancestor!"

Whispering, the old man turned around and slapped the gray donkey's buttocks.

The gray donkey was in pain, and finally began to trot all the way.

"Run, Run......"

The old man was shaking on the gray donkey, and said, "Donkey ancestor, whether we can mix bowls of rice in the future depends on you." ”