I took three steps and two steps to rush into the thick fog of the jungle, then rolled and hid behind a boulder. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was at this time that I understood what Mellors meant by what he said before, even if he had entered this dense fog, the visibility was not more than one meter, and the light was very dim, and if he used a firearm, he was very likely to hurt his own people.

Mellors and the Timberwolves were still exchanging fire, about a dozen meters away from where I was, which was supposed to be a slope. The men and horses on both sides shot at each other in the thick fog, and the accuracy was naturally none, basically just the suppression of firepower. But there should still be someone from the Timberwolves near me, because I can already hear footsteps ahead.

Still hiding behind the boulder, I pulled the saber out of my waist and wiped the blood off the knife. This is the blood left over from the driver's little brother last night.

More than 20 of the more than 40 members of the Power Gang have fallen in the swamp, and although some of them are not dead, they cannot be closed at the moment. When the twenty of us entered the jungle, I scattered them and fought separately.

At this time, I heard the sound of someone's footsteps on the fallen leaves on the ground, and although the sound of the fallen leaves and the wet soil was very small, I could still hear it clearly. Two people had already approached the rock, only two or three meters away from me.

I took a breath, slapped my hand on the rock, and jerked out, and sure enough, I saw two people walking forward back to back, holding knives that were longer than me, not like daggers, and the knives were tied to the arms, connected to the body.

Almost as soon as I escaped, my knife cut the neck of one of them. As the warm blood shot up, I also used my strength to push on his body, and I rolled into the grass on the other side.

The man who was still alive turned around when he heard the noise, only to find that his companion's throat had been cut. In the thick fog, you can only see his legs trembling slightly, but you can't see his expression clearly. But I think he must have been terrified.

However, the Timberwolves were used to fighting in the forest, and he quickly spotted my position, took a few steps back, pulled out his pistol from his waist, and shot wildly at the grass I was in.

The moment I saw him draw his gun, I ducked aside, and all the bullets in his clips were gone, and I was not hurt in the slightest.

Then, after he fired an empty shot, I suddenly struck a force, put my hands on the ground, and leaped towards the man like a toad.

I learned this trick from when Sa and Bai Qing were fighting, but it was the first time I used it, although it was not as accurate as Sa's speed and strength, but it was enough to catch the person in front of me off guard. He was instantly pounced by me.

However, this guy was also very quick to react, and smashed the pistol directly at me as he stole it downward. I stubbornly blocked it with my head.

Peng's bang!

The butt of the gun smashed into my head, and the bright red blood flowed out instantly, smashing my entire face wet. Although it looks very embarrassing, I can still bear the pain. I gritted my teeth and opened his gun. By this time he had fallen to the ground, but his right hand was raised high and stabbed me in the back.

I raised my saber and stabbed him in the shoulder socket with lightning and flint.

The man snorted, and one of his teeth seemed to be about to be crushed, and his mouth was full of blood, and he let out a miserable cry like killing a pig. The knife he stabbed me in the back naturally lost its strength and landed on my waist without any attack, only cutting a small hole in my clothes.

I was afraid that his shouts would reveal his position, so I covered his lips and tried to pull out the saber, but when I found that the tip of the knife was stuck in the bone of his shoulder.

I had no choice but to stand up and let him scream. I put my foot on his shoulder, and his shoulder made a crisp sound of bones shattering, and then I grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands and pulled the saber out with all my might.

The red blood sprayed up like droplets, especially when it was sprinkled on my face, and the hot feeling made me unbearable.

I couldn't stand his howl that was about to pierce the eardrums, and the saber fell again, stabbing him in the throat.

The man's eyes were glaring out of pain, and they were bloodshot. His mouth was also opened in the largest arc, and when his neck was crooked, there was no more sound.

I killed this guy and was ready to move right away and attack in the direction they were fighting. Because the guns of the men with Mellors were obviously becoming less and less, they should be running out of bullets, and if they didn't get out of the siege quickly, they would be hunted down.

But just as I was getting up, there was a whistling sound around me, and the fog shook because of the whistling sound.

Instinctively, I felt a murderous aura rush towards me, making the hairs all over my body stand on end. The uneasiness is terrifying.

However, my sense of hearing was still very strong, and I didn't look back, I bounced directly towards the grass on one side, and then leaned on my stomach, carefully observing from the ground. If a person walks by, the feet can be seen from the ground and the sound can be heard more easily.

But I waited a long time and didn't hear even the slightest movement in that direction, and just as I was about to step out, the unsettling murderous aura of the previous time came back again. I didn't see how the other side attacked just now, but this time I did.

When I flipped my body, I saw that there was a wooden stick stuck in the place where I had just climbed. The sticks were thin, but the front was so sharp that they were almost completely submerged in the dirt. I pulled him out and saw that it was about seven or eight centimeters long, about the same length as a finger.

In this era, there are still people who use this kind of secret weapon, and they must be the best masters. When I think about it, I feel even more uneasy.

The point is, even with my sensing ability, I can't find the other person's location, which is a headache for me.

I thought of a not-so-good solution, and rushed out of the grass with these two sticks. Then, on my side, another wooden stick shot at me, and it hit my temple. The wooden skewer was small, but with this strength and speed, if it had pierced the temple, it would have killed me on the spot.

The moment I saw the wooden sticks flying, I also threw the two wooden sticks in my hand and shot them in that direction with a whistling whistle. Although my speed is not the same level as the other party's, it is impossible for him to resolve it easily.

After throwing the stick, I turned around and threw a set of three-in-one punches to the side, and the strong fist style that brought it up directly made the sticks shatter in the air.

At the same time, in the direction I shot the stick, the canopy made a noisy noise, and then I saw a dark shadow flicker in the fog and run towards the dense forest,

Almost at the same time as the shadow appeared, I kicked it out. I can't compare to him in throwing sticks, but in terms of the speed of moving, I have never seen anyone faster than me in my life.

But when I walked deep into the forest, I found that there was no movement around me. The trees were shaking on all sides of me, and I couldn't tell who was coming.

While I was looking around.

Two swishing sounds, breaking the air, sounded again.

One of the sticks shot from my side, and although I was able to dodge quickly, there was still a cut in my face, and the cold pain was nothing. Thankfully, no poison was applied to the skewers.

The second wooden stick was easily dodged by me.

I've been hit in the head with the butt of a gun before, and although the blood stopped flowing, there was a thick layer of dried blood on my eyes, which hindered my vision.

I touched the wound on my face, and then hid behind a tree to wipe the blood off my eyes, or I would have to be carried around like a blind man in this already unclear vision. Although my hearing is excellent. But the wooden skewer is too thin, and if you are not careful, you will cut the wound.

Although I don't think it's poisonous, if there is some kind of chronic poison on it, I'll be finished.

Thinking so, I moved my ears to listen to the movement in all directions, and wiped my eyes clean. At this moment, the bushes behind me flickered again, and after a dark shadow whistled past, three wooden sticks struck me at the side of my body.

Directly fell to the body, and the three wooden sticks were pierced to the trunk of a tree in front of him.

I pulled out the three wooden skewers on it. And then it was still in place. Actually, I'm already in a hurry now. Because the gunfire on Mellors' side seemed to be cut off at any moment. If I'm trapped here, and the rest of the Power Gang isn't used to jungle combat, I'm certainly no match for the Timberwolves.

There had to be a way.

Just when I was sweating all over my body, a bold idea came to my head.

I made up my mind, and ran in the direction of the last time the shadow had appeared.

Just as I had just jumped over a low bush and just landed, two sticks flew at me.

I looked up, made a surprised expression, and then turned around and pinched the stick with my fingers as it arrived. Finally, he fell to the ground again.

The series of actions I made before were all intentional. I caught both wooden sticks between my fingers, and I pretended to hold my chest and fell to the ground.