Guo Yi fell to the ground full of rocks with a tiger pounce, and his chest was stunned by the stones, and he almost lost his breath. The potential of the person to burst out at the critical moment was still amazing, and he crawled to the side of a large rock after several turns in a row, and in less than a minute, he had already caught a glimpse of Sarina who seemed to have been hit by an arrow and fell to the ground without moving.

Xue Ziliang's reaction was faster than him, probably because he was tall and big, the target was obvious, most of the arrows were aimed at him, and he was hit by four or five in an instant, Guo Yi saw him lying on the ground like a fish swimming quickly on the pebble ground, throwing off the backpack on his back with one hand, and grabbing Samarina's backpack strap with the other hand, dragging her over. The feather arrow still kept beckoning this way, but the accuracy was much worse.

"Guo, shoot!" Xue Ziliang turned around and howled while pulling people. Guo Yi was frightened by the distorted muscles of his face, he was a person who sat in the office all the year round, and his adaptability was almost strained, he had just come back to his senses, picked up his pistol and fired a few shots in the direction of the bow and arrow, and in the confusion, he didn't know how many shots, and a painful scream came from the grass in an instant.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xue Ziliang had already dragged Sarina to his back, and the cat ran up violently, Guo Yi hurriedly followed, and in the panic, he felt that his body was pushed from behind, about an arrow, but he didn't dare to look at it at all.

More than a dozen people sprang out of the nearby woods and barren grass, and pounced fiercely, holding white wooden sticks six or seven feet long, and beat them indiscriminately. Guo Yi was caught off guard and received a lot of sticks on his body, but fortunately, the backpack blocked a lot of liliang for him. He fired two shots in quick succession to knock down one before forcing the others back.

"Rush forward!" Xue Ziliang roared, picking up a white wooden stick that had fallen to the ground - the owner of the stick was dressed strangely and was writhing and moaning on the ground in pain. Although he was carrying a person on his back, he was not frightened by his self-sustaining strength, and the few arrows he had just hit were either blocked by body armor or missed. At this time, he knew that there was no way out of running back, and only by rushing forward could he break the siege.

Guo Yi was hit with a stick on the head just now, and he was dizzy at this time, and the worse thing was that the pistol that ran out of bullets in the chaos also fell. But when he saw a man in a green shirt, carrying a long knife, directing the crowd in front to stop the pursuit, his spirit suddenly perked up, and he roared and ran straight towards him. When the man saw him coming, he did not run away, but met him with a sword. At this moment, Guo Yi's head banged - is this acting in a costume drama?! The person who came was obviously wearing a green shirt and a long shirt, and when he hesitated, the other party's knife had already chopped over, hitting his shoulder blade, and the severe pain made him almost get rid of the wooden stick, and several people around him also rushed over and beat him with a white wooden stick, Guo Yi fell to the ground, desperately protecting his head, while waving a wooden stick to resist, panicked and thinking as clear as a mirror - he was going to be beaten to death by these people! In despair, I suddenly heard a thunderclap-like roar:

“sonofbitch！”

The head of a guy in front of Xiao Guo suddenly opened in front of his eyes, and the brains, blood and bone fragments burst out together, spraying him all over, and the red and white scenery was still fresh in his memory decades later.

Xue Ziliang, who had already run out of the way, saw that his companion was trapped, so he quickly put down Sarina and rushed back again, sneaking a stick behind and smashing a person's head.

However, this person did not escape, heard someone yelled a few times with unknown words, more than a dozen people gathered and rushed over, Xue Ziliang was about to carry Sarina on his back, and after a while, he was chased up, and he was hit by a few sticks, but they all fell on Sarina, and the woman screamed, blood spurted out of her mouth, and Xue Ziliang's face flowed.

Guo Yi saw that Xue Ziliang was carrying people on his back, and he was about to be knocked down, so he didn't care about the pain on his body, so he hurriedly waved a stick back to stop him, and rushed to the front and beat several people with white wooden sticks covering their heads, like falling raindrops. Facing life and death at this moment, Guo Yi waved his stick like a frenzy, forcing the other party back several steps.

At this time, my heart was a little settled, and I saw that the other party was all a withered person, and their height and volume were one size smaller than them, and their courage came up again. Seeing that they were wielding sticks in a disorderly manner, and smashing them with wide openings and closings, they stood still, and used the bayonet skills they had learned from the instructor during the military training that year, and took a big step forward when they were in a panic, and a forward stab, although the wooden stick did not have a gun head, but this full force blow also smashed the opponent's chin and nose bridge, and the man screamed miserably, threw himself to the ground, covered his face and rolled all over the ground, wailing again and again.

The man in the green shirt shouted something, and rushed over first, and he was stabbed in front of him. Guo Yi turned sideways, a "left-sided attack", the end of the stick smashed on the face of the man in green shirts, and in a moment of lightning, a black and white eyeball flew out with a scream.

The dozen or so people who attacked them saw that he was covered in blood and his face was hideous. knocked down the leader with a stick, and suddenly felt cowardly in his heart, and dragged the green-shirted man away with a roar. Many years later, the people in this area still vividly remember the fighting situation when Guo Yi and Xue Ziliang fought with one as ten, and beat the opponent with two whistle sticks and fled.

"Well done! Guo, you're BruceLee! (Note: Bruce Lee's English name.) ）

Guo Yi waved his hand weakly and collapsed on the ground. Panting for breath - he had been in the security department for many years, and he had carried out many missions, and he had never felt so frightened to walk around the bridge. At this time, my spirit was relaxed, my whole body hurt, my face was wet, and I was covered in blood when I touched it, and I didn't know if it was my own or that group of inexplicable guys.

"Guo, let's go, this group may come back!" Xue Ziliang greeted.

"I've got to see what's going on!" Guo Yi said, using a stick as a crutch, limping towards the fallen corpses, he wanted to search this group of strange figures, and by the way, see if he could find the pistol.

After walking another kilometer on the road again, several people were really a little unbearable, the pain on their bodies was getting worse and worse, and they didn't notice that anyone was tracking them, so they decided to hide and rest to bandage their wounds first, and then think about what to do. The river in front of it made a big bend to form a rocky beach, and the water poured and rushed between the stones, and the sound was like thunder. I found a secluded place on the riverside, where there is a grotto on the bank of the river, surrounded by high grass and dense forests, which is difficult for others to find.

Xue Ziliang used a rubber water bag to bring water from the river to wash away the blood stains and inspect the wounds. Although he was hit by an arrow like a hedgehog, he actually didn't have any flesh, most of the arrows hit the backpack, and the rest were stopped by bulletproof vests. There were no wounds, except for some wear and tear on the face and hands when they rolled on the ground. He also suffered the least number of sticks.

Guo Yi was also hit by several arrows, but fortunately, he put on the stab-proof vest as soon as he set off, and only one arrow was shot on his arm, but it was cushioned by the thick fabric of the training uniform, and the flesh was very shallow, and it came out with a slight pull. Xue Ziliang looked at the rusty arrowhead, shook his head again and again, and disinfected him with the disinfectant water in the first aid kit.

"Guo, you have to be injected with tetanus." He said, "The wound is not deep, but the arrow ......."

"I know, can't I do it now......" Guo Yi was tired and out of shape at this time, and his whole body hurt. Not only tetanus, but he was smashed with a hole in his head, it stands to reason that the wound should be stitched up, and now he has to be cleaned and bandaged first, and the knife on his shoulder is blocked by a stab-proof vest, but it will hurt so much that he can't even lift his arm, I don't know if it hurts his muscles and bones. He was afraid that he would have broken bones or internal injuries, but fortunately, there was nothing unusual along the way.

In contrast, Sarina's condition is not ideal. She was wounded by an arrow in her leg, but fortunately there was a knee pad strap to block it, and it didn't go deep into the flesh. But when she was running with Xue Zi on her back, she actually became a meat shield, and she was hit with a few sticks on her back, and it seemed that she had suffered some internal injuries. The problem is that she has a fever. Probably caused by a cold. There was fever medicine in the first-aid kit, and Xue Ziliang boiled it with water and fed her to eat.

It was raining lightly outside, the grotto was very small, Sarina was lying down, their legs were outside, Xue Ziliang took out a tarp from his backpack and covered it for everyone.

Guo Yi's head hurts, and his heart is even more chaotic. The bitter battle just now brought him other troubles besides life and death. At first, he was skeptical, pulled the dead man's hair in a bun, and found that it was real, not a hood, and then looked at their shoddy clothes and weapons, which could not be props for filming TV - the leader's knife was a real iron guy, not a steel knife of a mechanism.

There was nothing on the dead men, except for a few copper coins and bits and pieces. Xiao Guo took it out and looked at it for a long time, and roughly saw that it was "Apocalypse Tongbao", what year is the Apocalypse? He didn't remember, but he remembered that Tianqi was Chongzhen's elder brother, the penultimate emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Almost every dead man had a small purse with a curved iron sheet inside, and a stone and loose cotton wool-like grass. Guo Yi studied it upside down for a long time, but he didn't see what this thing was.

"It's a fire sickle." Xue Ziliang came over.

"What?"

"Fire Scythe." He pulled the waterproof, "You are still Chinese, this is the tool of your ancestors to make fire." ”

"Damn, isn't your ancestor also Chinese......" Guo Yi scolded and asked, "How do you know?" ”

"There's a display at the Metropolitan Museum in New York, I've seen it. You see-" Xue Ziliang took the fire sickle and the small stone, held the flint in his left hand and pressed the fire velvet between the flint and his fingers, held the fire sickle tightly in his right hand, and slammed the blade at the flint, colliding and bursting out a lot of sparks, "I haven't practiced, the museum demonstrator can lead the sparks to the velvet after a few hits, it's amazing." ”

Guo Yi only felt a chill rising from his back.