Ah, the night in the Ming Dynasty is so beautiful, the night sky is washed in water......

The next day, Wen Dao suddenly opened his eyes, and everything was still so beautiful, except that there was a cool breeze and dew everywhere outside his neck. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the figures that scared him the most in his dreams were also faintly looking around at this moment.

Wen Dao suddenly smiled, turned over comfortably, quickly got out of the sleeping bag, and waved in the direction of Li Hongliang and Fat Toutuo and said a silent hello.

Seeing that there was movement on his side, Fat Tou Tuo quickly ran over first, and greeted him very enthusiastically:

"Childe is up, do you want to go to the epilepsy first, or eat first?"

"What a sheep's horn, grandma's, that's brushing your teeth—"

Wendao was completely overturned by Fat Toutuo's words, and he didn't even lose two white eyes, and finally he was so angry that he simply didn't brush his teeth today, so as not to be watched by such a group of dirt buns again.

Since he had already arrived at the target of the attack, he had set strict precepts and division of labor for everyone since the camp last night:

First, fireworks control will be implemented immediately, and no one is allowed to light fires at will to keep warm, including the fat head who is addicted to smoking. For this smoker, who was basically a taboo for archers, his dry tobacco pouch was unceremoniously confiscated into the hands of the sword.

Second, there was no fragrant canned meat for dinner and breakfast, only a dry compressed biscuit, and everyone ate dry and swallowed on the cold mountain stream and clear spring, all of them craned their necks like a male duck.

Third, Li Hongliang was clearly designated as the general manager, responsible for the management, co-ordination and distribution of all materials for the trip.

Fourth, because Fat Toutuo belongs to the Laohugou Cottage, and is the first candidate training object for future snipers, he has been following Wendao 24 hours a day since last night, on the one hand, he has not missed all the behaviors when he enters the battle as a sniper, and on the other hand, it is also because Wendao has questions to ask the deserters of this Laohugou Cottage at any time.

Fifth, the writing knife gives everyone a piece of paper, and as for what mark will be left on it, that is everyone's business. Wendao really wanted to see what ghost symbols these white dings would use to record their thoughts and perceptions after watching his actual combat.

What no one expected was that Wang Yuan, who rarely spoke along the way, became extremely interested in the white modern paper at this time, licking his face and asking for a literary knife, pinching it in his hand and constantly looking at it.

Wen Dao stared at him twice, so he didn't bother to care about him anymore, called Li Hongliang to advise him, and then took the fat head to survey the surrounding ditches, hills and forests, and then demarcated an observation seat for everyone. Then find the best shooting position, gently cross the big sniper, put on the camouflage ribbon, and close your eyes without saying a word.

I don't know why, just in front of the muzzle of the big sniper, the moment Wen Dao closed his eyes and recuperated, the fat head seemed to really feel a murderous aura gradually diffuse, and he couldn't help but feel a spirit.

…… When the sun is on the pole, the gathering place in the stockade that is said by the fat head is actually a large piece of flat land that has been leveled out similar to the Liushuya cottage, and the thieves in the village walk and eat every afternoon, and there are many figures shaking at this time.

But the knife didn't make any movement, just flicked the big sniper with his hand. Because he suddenly found that a pair of ants were lining up to crawl through the black barrel. The crooked formation is very thought-provoking.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

After about half an hour, the special timer finally vibrated violently, causing the sword to raise its head, and then put its eyes on the sight.

Well, it is crowded, this Laohugou cottage really deserves to be one of the five major cottages, and the number of people is really quite a lot, just at a glance, there are definitely two hundred people. Fortunately, although there are many people, the kind of person who wears a big felt hat is still easy to find. Great, in addition to the hat can be recognized, Wendao also found a detail that the fat head did not say, or did not pay attention to at all, that is, these people wearing big felt hats are all empty around them.

Why is it empty, Wendao can understand it after thinking about it.

Because these people are the small leaders of each team, the bandits usually avoid him. I don't think there are many people, but the difference between the more people is particularly conspicuous.

Seeing this, Wen Dao suddenly shook his head with a smile.

This scene made him suddenly remember that his company seemed to have this phenomenon as well-

In addition to assembling and training, those soldiers seem to be avoiding them, the company commanders, intentionally or unintentionally. And this situation is especially serious in the cafeteria, unless there is no seat left, there will never be a soldier sitting on the left and right seats.

Damn, although Ci is not in charge of the army, but he compares his heart to his heart, and it seems that he will really have to mingle with every soldier in the future. In fact, at the beginning of the creation of his later famous army, it was the most consistent honeymoon period in the history of the Chinese army.

"Childe, they're all out, you, how are you-"

For some reason, the fat head, who was originally very quiet, suddenly shouted in a low voice.

Is this guy's eyesight so amazing, he really deserves to play with bows and arrows, and he can fly a fighter in the next generation.

Wen Dao was surprised, but still glared at him fiercely, then took a deep breath, tightened his index finger on the trigger, fixed his concentration for a few seconds, and finally gritted his teeth, tightly put his right eye on the frame of the sight, and pulled the trigger on his fingertip regardless of it.

There was a bang, a slightly piercing whistling sound, and a sudden puff of green smoke, which frightened the fat head Tuo directly holding his head, and threw himself into the mud like an ostrich.

Wen Dao also felt that his heart suddenly beat for a long time, and only after a while did he pluck up his courage and look at the sight, but under this look, he was shocked:

The chosen "dead man" who was supposed to dance in a gorgeous posture not only did not show his hands and dance gorgeously at this moment, but was even more arrogant than before, and for some reason he suddenly grabbed a bandit and punched and kicked him, until he knocked the person to his stomach, and then he defiantly jumped and scolded the rest of the people.

Damn, it went off target gorgeously!

Although he was mentally prepared in this regard, just like **, the first shot was always calibrated with a bullet, and Wen Dao suddenly blushed to his neck:

How embarrassing, how embarrassing, if the donkey-faced sniper instructor knows, it is estimated that the white eyes of the night will be dedicated to himself. What is off-target, even if the bullet doesn't know where to fly, damn it!

The fat head Tuo also hooked his neck, looked at it in a daze for a long time, and finally slowly turned his eyes to look at Wendao, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously swayed a mocking smile.

However, just when his smile just rippled up, a puff of green smoke, with a slightly sweet smell, suddenly rose into the air again, still with that gentle whistling sound, and the fat head's long face suddenly froze at this moment as if it was frozen.

In the distance, as far as his eye could see, a figure suddenly floated into the air like a bird, dancing in the middle of the hand, and the big felt hat with great symbolic meaning flew somewhere......

On the side of the observation post, the distance is slightly higher than the sniper position. Because they don't have to consider many factors such as shooting Zhuyuan, as long as they can hide people, the changes of everyone in the stockade can be seen clearly in their eyes. Li Hongliang and Luo Esheng were in a slightly better situation, but the terrifying horror of the big sniper killing people in the invisible still made them all pale and looked at each other, all of them had dry mouths and couldn't even laugh.

As for the two "guests" Wang Yuan and Buzhu, after seeing the situation clearly, the two mouths never closed again, and they kept open like that and turned into two clay statues.

…… For three days in a row, the Laohugou Cottage, which was once extremely lively because of the competition to recruit relatives, suddenly became unusually quiet. The current effect was not even expected by Wen Dao, and it can even be said that it was so good that it even exceeded his expectations.

Because, let alone him, even Fat Toutuo, the former party, never thought that the martial arts competition he said was still going on.

As a result, during these three days, none of the people who went to the stockade for three days did not want to leave, and after three days, all those who wanted to leave and did not want to leave all shrank in the stockade and did not dare to move. For after three days, those who had the courage to step out of the gate of the stockade were still lying outside the gate, motionless, as if they were asleep.

There have been other situations in between, such as some wild dogs and wolves trying to get close to steal food at night, and finally all of them were dead outside the gate without exception.

In the past three days, there have been countless moments when the trigger was pulled, and Wen Dao was also in pain to the point of wanting to get up and give up.

He didn't know if it was the right thing to do.

But I don't know what kind of belief it is, or let him stick to it. Whether it is those stinky and long braids that always shake in my mind, or the giant ships and cannons of the great powers in my memory, wreaking havoc on China's land and sea borders, as long as God knows.

It's just that what makes him still a little uneasy is the fat head on the side. Because now he no longer dares to look directly at himself, his hands are always trembling slightly, and his face is full of sadness.

What's the solution? Well, now he's killed seven people, his hands are covered in blood, and if he's wrong, then let God punish him.

Oh of course, in the past three days, strictly speaking, no one has escaped from the cottage.

At the beginning, in order to highlight the steepness, the entire cottage was almost built on a hundred-zhang high cliff, with abysses on three sides, and only one south-facing mountain road as a passage for people to go up and down.

Despite this, the cottage is windy on all sides, and you can still escape by hanging off the cliff with a long rope if you want to. But the question is, where to find such a long rope for a while, and how can ordinary people have such arm strength to climb down?

Therefore, those warriors who walked out of the main gate of the cottage with dignity and wanted to be heroes were inexplicably at the moment of stepping out of the gate, as if they had slammed into an invisible wall, and they were vigorously rebounded and flew out several feet away, and then they would leave a bloody hole in the middle of the brain, which remained on the side of the gate permanently.

This scene is really weird. Because it was weird, it was so scary that on the third day, within a few tens of meters of the main gate of the cottage, no one even wanted to, let alone had the courage to take another look......

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