Chapter 11: The Art of Insect Fishing

"Bah", a gunshot rang out at this time, startling Song Qian into a cold sweat.

Shangguan Yu's eyes looked at the direction where Song Qian was, his teeth rattled, and he scolded this wooden stunned man in his heart, and finally lurked to the enemy's side, and was discovered so carelessly.

At this time, Shangguan Yu couldn't help but regret leaving Song Qian behind, maybe he would really kill that guy.

Worried, Shangguan Yu Ghost did not hesitate to expose himself, and shot at the murderer's eldest brother, this shot was unprepared, of course, it couldn't hit anyone, but it scared the killer brother away.

By the time he came back to his senses, Song Qian had already tumbled into a grave, and at this time, several gunshots rang out, and Shangguan Yu was already fighting fiercely with the enemy.

Song Qian kept retreating, and finally withdrew out of the sight of those people, and strode away from the other direction.

As if sensing something, Shangguan Yu looked in the direction where Song Qian was, and felt a little at ease, but the next moment he suddenly jumped up from the grave, and jumped more than a meter high, and the person fired three shots in mid-air, each shot hit the big tree where the killer was hiding.

Since it has been discovered by the enemy, before the opponent organizes an effective combat attack, the enemy will be suppressed, the orientation strategy will be changed, and the favorable situation of the enemy will be recreated.

Shangguan Yu's figure crossed an irregular curve in the air, and his body twisted a few times before hitting the ground, like a gymnastics champion, first panning back a few feet horizontally, so that all the killer's bullets were empty, and he grazed his body and shot into the dirt.

When he was about to fall to the ground, Shangguan Yu's right foot lightly touched his left foot, and the whole body turned strangely, with his head down and feet up, supporting the ground with his left hand, and shooting three more times in the direction of the killers with his right hand.

"Puff puff", the three bullets hit the bullet hole just now almost at the same time, forcing the three killers to retract behind the tree again.

Shangguan Yu supported the ground with his left hand, his arm was slightly bent, his legs were kicked, his arms were propped up, and the whole volley flipped up, and in the process of turning up, a box of magazines just fell from his mouth into the handle of the gun.

When Shangguan Yu fell into the grass, he saw a wave of undulating grass flowing erratically, and finally gradually subsided.

But Song Qian disappeared in the process, and he didn't know where he was hiding.

Shangguan Yu hid in a dense tree at this time, quietly looked at Song Qian who was about to disappear from sight, his eyes were a little surprised, and a little lost, and he immediately focused on the enemy opposite.

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Song Qian bypassed the hillside and felt deeper into the mountain forest, constantly using a steel fork to pull through the grass and search for footprints along the way.

In the early morning, the forest was steaming, and the fallen leaves and weeds all over the ground were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the two killers took Song Zheng and his wife to hurry, in order to avoid the pursuers, they picked the dense forest that no one walked on, so that they left obvious traces.

If they were walking along a place where there was a road, Song Qian might not be sure where they were going, but it was not difficult to distinguish the grass that had no road and the footprints would take away the moisture from the grass or leaves.

Song Qian didn't go far, so he dropped out of a line of footprints, and counted carefully, there were exactly four people, which corresponded to the number in his mind.

What's more, Song Qian found two pairs of familiar footprints in it.

These two lines of footprints were left by Song Qian's parents!

After discovering the target, Song Qian suddenly became more energetic, and his exhaustion was swept away.

Walking forward following the footprints, it is a road up the mountain again, these footprints have no regularity, one will appear in the grass next to the narrow road, and the other will appear on the rocky road, if it is not for Song Qian's full attention, it will not be traced at all.

After walking for about a few kilometers, Song Qian finally caught up with the two killers and Song Zheng and his wife in front of a hillside.

These two murderers probably never dreamed that under the suppression of the killer brother and others, there would be someone who could bypass the ambush point and catch up, and they didn't expect this person's tracking level to be so high.

After finding that his parents were all right, Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Zheng and his wife were not tied, but they were just walking with a gun by the killer, and their clothes were a little torn, and it seemed that they were scratched by tree branches when they walked at night. In addition, the spirit of the second elder is a little sluggish, and the sixty-year-old man can't stand the iron beating even after a night of driving the mountain road.

Mother Song's physical strength was obviously exhausted, and she gasped a few times after walking a few steps, looking at Song Qian's heart for a while, her eyes were full of tears, and she clenched the steel fork tightly.

Song Qian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, he was alone, his marksmanship was sparse, and if he encountered it head-on, there was only a dead end.

The two killers are obviously strictly trained guys, and their bodies and momentum are not comparable to ordinary people.

Song Qian seemed to be able to feel the thick evil aura exuded from these two people, which were all the murderous aura condensed by the outlaws who had been killed for a long time.

Just when Song Qian was staring at the two killers, these two people seemed to have sensed something, and looked in the direction where Song Qian was.

The taller killer on the left asked in a deep voice, "What did you find?" ”

The shorter killer on the right frowned deeply, and said, "Something is wrong, I feel that someone is eyeing us, but I didn't find anything, the eldest brother has ordered, everything is careful, we immediately speed up." ”

After that, these short killers took a step forward and picked up Song's mother's arm, and the tall killer picked up Song's father, and the two of them turned around and disappeared in front of Song Qian's eyes.

Song Qian still didn't move, who knows if these people would kill a horse gun and wait for him to take the initiative to show up not far away?

Song Qian once heard his father say that there is one of the simplest, but unpreventable methods on the rivers and lakes, called insect fishing.

It is said that there is a kind of insect that hides deep in the ground, and fish are especially fond of eating, and it is very difficult to catch it, because it hides very deeply, and secondly, it runs away even if you dig down the hole.

But the clever fisherman thought of a good way, this kind of insect likes to eat a straight young grass the most, pull off the young grass and insert it into the hole, gently poke it a few times, this kind of insect often does not dare to move, but as long as you gently pull the young grass out, it will be anxious, with a chela to clamp the young grass, it will be caught.

Later, some people called this kind of Jianghu technique of retreating into advance and attracting people to hook up as insect fishing.