He kicked it casually, and a mouthful of blood splattered out. The captain of the devil squad gritted his teeth in pain, and wanted to come over and bite Zhao Zilong's feet.

Zhao Zilong moved away and kicked in the crotch of the devil squad leader, and this guy suddenly cried wolf again.

At this time, the team member with a foot injury ran out of another reed, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly reminded: "Brother Long, it seems that there is a devil in the distance, hurry up and leave." ”

Zhao Zilong looked up, and sure enough, he saw a team of earthy yellow figures running on the river bank in the distance.

He immediately sent the devil squad leader back to his hometown to meet the emperor.

Subsequently, Zhao Zilong picked up a handful of 38 big covers and Wang Ba boxes, as well as some bullets, and ran to directly pick up the team member and run.

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In the afternoon of the same day, Zhao Zilong and the team found a shack in a remote place by the river.

The shack was built on the bank of the ditch and was overgrown with weeds, which would have been difficult to spot without careful searching.

In it was an old man with long, messy hair.

The other party was startled when he began to see two bloodstained people, and then heard Zhao Zilong speak Chinese, so they let them in.

Zhao Zilong first asked the team member to sit down, helped the other party deal with the injury briefly, and then communicated with the old man.

It turned out that the other party was a fisherman, and his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren were all shot dead by the devil on the edge of the Yangtze River. When this man came back from the sea, he made his home here, saying that he would dream of his relatives every day.

The old fisherman heard that Zhao Zilong and the two were good men who killed devils, so they left them to eat here. Zhao Zilong couldn't shirk it, and gave the old man a silver dollar.

In the middle of the night, a team of devils came to search, and the old fisherman called Zhao Zilong and his team members to hide under a broken boat.

The wrecked boat was upside down on the water, with a small confined space underneath.

The river water was cold, and Zhao Zilong and the others held on in the cabin for half an hour until the old man came to call them up.

However, when Zhao Zilong returned to the shore, he suddenly thought of something.

Because the team member had just been bandaged, and he sensed that there was no movement for several kilometers, Zhao Zilong simply stayed to rest.

After eating, the sky was already dark, and Zhao Zilong secretly sneaked back to the bottom of the broken ship. He looked closely, and sure enough, he found something.

He took out the dagger and carefully dug it out, feeling that the thing was angular and angular, and the surface seemed to be carved with patterns.

He immediately lit the fire and took a photo, and it turned out to be a two-eared, four-legged cyan ding!

"Why is there a tripod here?" Zhao Zilong's eyebrows were raised, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Although the bronze tripod in his hand was a little larger and lighter than the one he crossed over, and although he was not sure whether this bronze tripod was related to the nine bronze tripods depicting the treasure map, Zhao Zilong's heart was still excited.

Suddenly, he heard movement outside and quickly hid in the grass.

Under the moonlight, I saw the player with the injured foot limping out, then in a small relief, and finally walked back to the shack.

Retracting his eyes, Zhao Zilong stared at the large No. 1 bronze tripod in his hand for a long time, his eyes flickering.

Finally, he put the bronze tripod back in its place and went back to sleep in the hiding place arranged by the old man.

It's just that when he wanted to use a special pranayama to rest, he sensed that the player with a foot injury turned over from time to time, as if he was not sleeping soundly.

Zhao Zilong guessed that the other party might have a painful wound or saw Wang Yongzhi and all the other team members sacrifice, so he didn't pay attention to it.

When he had just slept in the middle of the night, Zhao Zilong's ears suddenly moved, and his eyes opened, because he heard a strange sound coming from the riverside in the distance.

He listened carefully, and found that it was the cry of a baby, the cry of a woman, intermittently, as if something had controlled it.

At this time, the old fisherman and the team member also woke up.

Zhao Zilong asked, "Uncle, what's going on over there?" ”

"Oops." The old fisherman's face sank, he sighed sadly, and replied, "I don't know whose wife and children have suffered." Such a voice was most likely tied up by the little devils and was about to be thrown into the river to feed the fish. ”

When Zhao Zilong heard this, his face changed, and he immediately picked up a rifle and pistol, and said to the foot wounded player: "You are here, I'll take a look." ”

The team member hesitated.

"Don't go, don't go." When the old fisherman saw it, he was so frightened that he hurriedly waved his hand and persuaded him: "This country-military master, the devil is setting up a conspiracy, that is, to lure those guerrillas who are active at night. Last time, a troop came to the rescue, but in the end, it was not served by the little devils? ”

"Yes, that's Camp Commander Wang's eldest brother."

The guerrilla nodded, and said with a heavy face: "On that occasion, we sacrificed a total of twenty-three people, and only one survived lying in the sludge and breathing on the reeds. ”

"What kind of weapon does the devil use?" Zhao Zilong stopped asking the old fisherman this time, and asked the team member directly.

"Generally speaking, they use three-eight big covers, but against us, they are heavy machine guns." When the team member thought of the previous encounter, he still said with some trepidation.

"That old-fashioned thing? It's almost a hundred years old. ”

Zhao Zilong couldn't help sneering: "It seems that the little devils are also swollen and fat, and they won't last long." ”

"Who's to say it isn't."

The team member said: "The sacrificial battalion commander Wang Yongzhi also said so, but the little devils bullying us is the disunity of our Chinese." ”

"You stay here."

Zhao Zilong listened to the shouts in the distance getting louder and louder, and immediately said, "And you give me some bullets." ”

"Okay." The team member immediately nodded, "I'll leave more than twenty rounds, and the rest will be given to you." ”

"Master Jun!" Then the old fisherman said, "You have to withdraw after the fight, and if you retreat far away, don't let them find it." ”

"Got it. I'm not going to run this way. Zhao Zilong's mouth responded, and his body had already begun to move. He put all the bullets in his backpack, put his rifle on his back, and held a pistol in his hand.

Out of the shack, he took advantage of the moonlight to discern the direction, and he lurked in the direction of the shouting as fast as he could.

When he approached the place where the shouting sounded, he hid in the weeds, and found two dim lanterns by the river in the distance. In the light, there were a few devils standing, and on the ground there were five or six sacks with people.

The shouts and cries came from a mother and son who were about to be put into a sack.

There were also three or four pairs of mother and son next to them, their expressions were close to numbness.

The Chinese way of thinking, as long as others can tolerate it, they can accept it, even if it is humiliation, even if it is death.

They sadly believe that this is also a kind of fairness. As long as it's "fair", anything is acceptable.

And the devils who bundled and loaded them next to them were only four or five people at best.

(End of chapter)