All three of them shouted, especially their high-pitched voices, which made my ears hurt.

I wondered why they did the way they did. I waved my hand, meaning I didn't have a weapon.

I also took a few steps forward to let them see my sincere smiling face.

But when I did it, it was counterproductive. The screams of the three men were even louder, and they all waved their arms vigorously, and some even slapped the water vigorously.

Looking at the posture, not only did they not welcome me, they also didn't let me pass.

I deliberately said a few more words, but when I was sure they didn't understand, I stopped deliberately organizing any language, I just took care to make the words sound gentle.

In the end, I deliberately took a few steps back, and I found that the further back I went, the more stable their emotions became.

So when I was almost back in the bushes, they stopped calling and looked at each other.

For a moment, I frowned. And the next three people's actions were even more unexpected than I expected.

They made their way to the shore.

Originally, they were in the water, and it was very difficult to walk like this, but they all showed impatient posture, and when they came ashore, they didn't bother to put on their clothes, spread their legs, and ran as fast as they could.

I fed them twice, tried to run over and stop them, and even thought about trying to communicate with them again.

But when I ran two steps, I was stunned after I inadvertently looked at their naked nakedness.

I can't believe it's women......

I stared at their chests again. One word comes to mind, "airfield." ”

I wonder if the living conditions here are so poor that these women are malnourished? Otherwise, why are they so thin, and **** has no female characteristics at all.

I didn't rush to chase after them, but watched the three women run all the way into the woods.

I feel that my current situation is a little embarrassing, because they are naked ** women, and if I keep chasing them like this, wouldn't it feel like a blind streamer?

I finally had a compromise. I wanted to follow them from a distance, go to their village first, and see if I can talk to the other villagers.

In fact, I also wondered if this villager would really think of me as a bad person? But they all said that they didn't do anything bad and were not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. I didn't do anything to these three women, and I'm sure I'll be able to explain it then.

I slowed down and chased in the direction the three women had fled.

The little man in my brain is very strange this time, don't look at me after a long sleep, it's been so long, but it hasn't disappeared yet.

I was guided by it, and I turned on the flashlight, which had enough light, and I could see more clearly the footprints left by these three female men.

I chased for two miles, and I couldn't see the lake anymore, and there were trees and shrubs all around, and even after taking a deep breath, I could smell a strong smell of grass and trees.

I sighed bitterly, and I didn't know when I would be able to get to that village. And all of a sudden, I heard a snort.

I'm not that sensitive to this sound, but the little one in my head is like a fryer.

It tells me that danger! I was still affected by it, and immediately leaned down.

A dark shadow flew towards me from the sky, and it flew right above me. For a moment, I felt a palpable current.

I chuckled in my heart, and I also thought of one thing - cold arrows!

I looked around, and then two more swishing sounds came over. I was influenced by the villain, and hurriedly rolled on a donkey on the ground next to me.

It was dangerous, and as soon as I dodged it, two arrows were fired at the spot where I had just been.

I hurriedly turned off the flashlight, otherwise there would be light, and my position would be too conspicuous. I immediately ran to an old tree nearby.

This old tree is old, and at least two people are waist thick. I leaned against the old tree, so that I could have a cover, and my back was out of danger for a while.

I guess there was a hunter nearby, and this hunter was probably from the same village as the three women.

I shouted, "Friend! ”

But no one answered me. I waited in fear for more than ten seconds, and three figures appeared in the direction of three, nine, and twelve, facing my face.

They weren't small, and they looked strong, and they all had something in their hands.

They were babbling and talking in a vernacular that I didn't understand. The three of them quickly surrounded me.

I have a bad feeling that I'm going to fight these three people in a while.

I didn't have a gun, just a self-defense weapon like an electric baton or a knife. I wanted to continue with the electric baton, after all, the flashlight (electric baton) I brought with me could release a strong electric shock.

But to be honest, I'm quite reluctant, after all, in this kind of place, when the power runs out, it will be pulled, where can I charge?

I fumbled with my duffel bag again and took the cross out.

There was something else in this cross, and I twisted it left and right on the cross, and took out the porcelain knife.

As I stood with my porcelain knife in hand, the three men were also very close to me.

I noticed that they were all carrying small crossbows on their backs, and in their hands they were holding a flat wooden stick that was about three feet long.

The three of them muttered to me with angry faces. I guess there's swear in there, but I really don't understand it.

I tried to scream at my friends, friends, and pointed at myself, and at them.

But when the three men had finished shouting, they looked at each other, and they all held up their sticks again.

At this moment, I opened my eyes, and I also thought of the fruit knife.

Many of the fruit knives sold in supermarkets are folded, and when we flatten the fruit, we unfold it, and when it is not in use, we wash it and fold it.

The three people in front of them were actually not holding wooden sticks, but oversized "fruit knives".

When they unfolded their knives, they lifted them in one fell swoop, and they were a man tall. They also surrounded me in a T-shape.

I know my situation very well, and at worst, as long as they seize the opportunity and raise their knives to poke at me at the same moment, even if I dodge left and right, it will be useless, and I will definitely be poked with a big knife.

I don't want to wait for this moment to come, so I don't have time to talk to them about civility and politeness. I came with a preemptive strike.

I rushed over to the natives on my left.

This native must know a little bit of skill and have some experience. Not only was he not afraid, but he shook his arm.

In this way, the big knife he held was slightly moved.

He played both offense and defense, and when he had the chance, he stabbed me.

I was influenced by the villain, and I was not afraid of this knife at all. I twisted my waist sharply and brushed the knife closely.

I also noticed that the knife was vertical, and the blade was rushing down. It's convenient for me. I crouched down a little and grabbed the knife under my armpit.

I also held the porcelain knife and slashed at the big knife.