Rushing out of the collapsed grass shed, Qin Wuyang was still a little dizzy with a few fans, and the clothes on his body were so thin that he shivered when the mountain wind blew it. He knew that this was not the time to warm up, so he hurriedly looked around, not far away there were six or seven archers hurriedly reaching for the arrows pinned to their waists, a little closer to the distance there were also many militiamen with spears and short guns rushing this way, from the top of the hill to this side of the path there were several people running down quickly, while running and shouting, "Catch them!" Don't let them run away! ”

Since this group of captives had been very obedient since they were captured, it could almost be described as a hundred and one hundred obedience, and the naturalized people of the northbound detachment had completely lost their vigilance against them. At least one large cage was prepared to hold them at the camp at the bottom of the mountain, but this time because they were preparing to evacuate, it was impossible to carry such a large cage up the mountain by manpower, so a thatched hut was built on top of it to ensure that there were walls on all sides. Such thatched huts are simply the product of a collection of counterfeit and shoddy products, nothing more than a frame built by temporarily cut down branches, and then built with thatch, with no intention of preventing them from escaping, they can be kicked down directly with their feet.

However, none of the naturalized people who originally planned to stay for only one day before withdrawing to Dongfang Harbor would see this group of prisoners suddenly riot, and because these prisoners were already good at fists and feet, they directly killed several naturalized people at the beginning. Fortunately, the naturalized people outside the hut reacted quickly, and even if they rushed into battle, they subdued the prisoners who had rushed out with only a few injuries.

But at this moment, with the collapse of the straw shed, the captives who had been confined to the house suddenly became clear all around, and immediately dispersed. The number of special investigators among the naturalized people was originally small, and most of them were workers and militiamen, and in the battle just now, because they had a numerical advantage and were concentrated together, they also had the upper hand by fighting more and defeating less. However, as soon as the group of captives dispersed, the naturalized people who intercepted them had to disperse with them, and the original five-to-one advantage was wiped out in such a dispersed situation. Moreover, due to the different physiques of the naturalized people, there were fast and slow pursuits, and if the distance was slightly shortened, there would be people in front and some behind, and as the distance was widened, the ratio of prisoners to naturalized people in many places had already reached one to two or even one to one, and in such a situation, the numerical advantage was completely ineffective.

"Oops!" With a scream, a naturalized citizen jumped up with his butt covered, "Don't shoot arrows!" "It turned out that the naturalized people with bows and arrows in the distance were unable to shoot and suppress because the personnel on both sides were entangled, and just now they finally seized the opportunity to shoot an arrow, but they were caught by a naturalized citizen who suddenly rushed out and caught the arrow with his buttocks.

There was a crisp "click", and the spear of a militiaman stabbing at the prisoner was caught by the prisoner, and a twist directly broke the wooden stick, and then grabbed the broken head of the gun and stabbed it back into the militiaman's chest, and the militia fell to the ground softly without even saying a word.

"Ahh

At the beginning, several members of the special investigation team followed closely several prisoners who were relatively close, but even if their fists and feet were personally guided and practiced by Beiwei, they could not please in front of these fans who had practiced martial arts since childhood, and it was very difficult to just insist on not falling under the opponent's fists and feet, not to mention that some "pig-like teammates" around them would come over to block their attacks. After a few minutes of fighting, the special investigators who were struggling to support themselves in front were almost unable to hold on, and there were not many naturalized migrant workers left around them, most of them were seriously injured and fell to the ground unable to get up, or they were already killed.

The naturalized people with bows and arrows in the distance were also panicked at this time, and when they saw this, they threw down their bows and arrows and fled, and several captives who had already solved the naturalized people in front of them hurriedly rushed forward to pick up the bows and arrows, and began to fire at the enemies in the battle.

The enemy is far away from the enemy, and Sun Shu is cold and seals me

Yang Muqin was crying bitterly at the moment, he had just rushed down from the top of the mountain and was caught in the struggle, and at this moment, the two captives in front of him were confronting him with a spear and a bayonet. He was originally a standard otaku in the old world, and what he could beat these fans was nothing more than that he was much better than them in nutrition, and far inferior to these captives in terms of physique and fighting experience. After the confrontation just now, he not only failed to pierce the skin of the other party with a dagger, but was stabbed with a bayonet in his buttocks, and at this moment the blood was flowing down the trousers, and the pants were now sticky and made him move a lot slower. But he didn't have time to pay attention to the damage to his ass, and the two captives in front of him rushed up at the same time with a shout.

"Whoosh" The spear poked head-on with the sound of the wind, Yang Muqin hurriedly dodged sideways, and the tip of the spear pierced his ear. He didn't have time to rejoice, because the spear didn't finish emptying at all, but pressed down him, crushing him to the ground. Yang Muqin let out a cold sweat, and saw that the prisoner next to him, who was originally wandering, suddenly roared, and pounced with a bayonet raised.

Now he was held down by the spear, unable to move, and the bayonet in his hand could not poke the prisoner holding the spear, and when he was waiting for death with his eyes closed, he heard a scream. As the blood splashed on his face, filling his nose with a fishy and salty taste, Yang Muqin dared to open his eyes, the captive who had just pounced on him had already grasped a katana on his chest with both hands at this moment, and was still struggling to pull it out.

On the other end of the knife was a woman in a special reconnaissance uniform, she was holding the handle of the knife with both hands at the moment, trying to pull it out, but the knife was stuck in the ribs and couldn't pull it out. She screamed and kicked the captive in the chest, but with a crisp sound, the katana snapped off and broke in two. Lin Yueru threw down the katana in her hand with some anger, pulled out the bayonet from the belt around her waist, and rushed forward towards the captive who was holding down her husband.

Yang Muqin felt his chest loosen, and the captive hurriedly retreated several steps, and clumsily blocked several times with the spear in his hand before he was not stabbed. Lin Yueru followed her father in the military formation when she was a child, and learned a good martial arts, and now although she is married to Yang Muqin, her martial arts have not been abandoned at all, and at this moment she has attacked quickly and accurately, making the prisoner on the opposite side scrambled, and she retreated again and again, and accidentally stepped on a smooth stone with her heel and fell to the ground.

However, Lin Yueru's attack ended here, as the naturalized migrant workers and militia around her died one after another, the special investigators were also injured one by one and lost their ability to fight, and the captives next to her rushed over one after another, surrounding her in the middle. Yang Muqin gasped twice after being let go, and when he looked up, he couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly got up and was about to rush inside, but when he reached out and touched the bayonet, he didn't know where to throw it. He couldn't help but look down and search around his waist, and finally found his pistol.

Due to the fact that the number of bullets is at its lowest at the moment, there are only two bullets left in his pistol, and he usually jokes that the two bullets in this pistol are reserved for himself and his wife to commit suicide, otherwise they may not hit people if they are too far away. But now that this time came, he didn't care if he could hit someone, so he quickly pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger on the nearest captive.

"Bang" The captive he was aiming at quickly turned his head, looking at the muzzle of the gun in Yang Muqin's hand that was still smoking with horror in his eyes, "Poof" A captive behind him fell to the ground with a crooked body. The sound of gunfire frightened the group of prisoners, they didn't know why the pistol in the senator's hand still had bullets, and what scared them even more was how many bullets were in this pistol? There are less than ten of them left at the moment, this kind of handcuff that rings a life, they can't afford to consume it, thinking about these feared things, they can't help but stand on the spot, not daring to move more.

Yang Muqin also didn't dare to move at this moment, the pistol in his hand continued to be aimed at the group of prisoners, and he didn't dare to shoot again, but solemnly maintained his somewhat awkward shooting posture. He only has one bullet left! Once the only bullet left in the pistol is fired, the pistol is indistinguishable from a piece of pig iron. So there was a rather strange scene, the captives were afraid that Yang Muqin would shoot, and Yang Muqin was afraid that the captives would rush up.

"Don't move! Whoever moves, I'll kill whom! Yang Muqin felt that it was awkward to keep this strange posture like this, and while trying to stand up, the muzzle of the gun in his hand did not dare to leave the group of prisoners who were standing on the spot. Come here, all of you! At the same time, Yang Muqin shouted at the injured naturalized people who were in the center of the battlefield, and at the same time glanced at Lin Yueru.

The wounded dragged their wounded comrades with difficulty towards the path leading to the top of the mountain, and Lin Yueru walked cautiously with a bayonet in her hand.

"Can't go!" A captive yelled and stretched out his hand to pull Lin Yueru, Yang Muqin's hairs suddenly stood up, and he hurriedly aimed at the captive and pulled the trigger, "bang" The captive fell in response. Yang Muqin was a little surprised to see the results of his urgent aim just now, he didn't know what kind of luck he was, he could actually hit like this. But both he and Lin Yueru are very clear - there are no bullets!

Fortunately, the group of captives did not know, on the contrary, they were shocked by this second shot, it seems that this patriarch is not lying, he really kills whoever moves, and no one dares to move at this moment. But what now? Yang Muqin's own head was a mess, although this group of captives was not many in number, but it was very powerful, they killed and injured more than ten people from the naturalized people and the special investigation team in a short period of time, even Lin Yueru, who claimed to have practiced martial arts since childhood, could not guarantee that he could gain the upper hand one-on-one, although his pistol could still suppress them, but it was impossible to suppress them forever.

Lin Yueru hurriedly pushed the dead man's hand away, ran over quickly, and helped an injured special investigator on the way and brought him over. When she passed by Yang Muqin's side, she couldn't help but glance at Yang Muqin with some worry, and Yang Muqin whispered in a low voice that others couldn't hear, "Quick!" Go up the hill and call the bluegrass down! Lin Yueru hurriedly nodded slightly, and then ran towards the top of the mountain.

The captives saw that the thieves were retreating to the top of the mountain, and it was obvious that the other party was already at a disadvantage, so they began to make some moves. Yang Muqin was anxious in his eyes, but he didn't dare to show it, so he could only shout at them, "Don't move!" If you move again, you'll shoot! ”

Although this group of captives had begun to notice something, they were not sure if he really had no bullets, so they just stood there and looked at Yang Muqin coldly. The latter only felt a chill in his back, and now he only needed any one of them to shout and move, and he would immediately reveal his stuff, and then he would not be immediately beaten to death by someone? Thinking of this, Yang Muqin felt that his palms were sweating outward, and the pistol in his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Up!" Qin Wuyang suddenly shouted, he had found that the pistol in the hand of the patriarch opposite was exactly the same as the pistol on his waist. He knew very well that when there were bullets in the bullet nest, the bullet nest in front of him only had two holes in the pistol's nest that blocked the light, while the other four holes were transparent, which could only mean that he only had two rounds of medicine, and he had already sounded twice, so there should be no medicine left. Although he doesn't have much confidence in his own speculation, but after all, he has to give it a try, maybe he can soar with a fight? Therefore, he shouted, and rushed behind his own people - anyway, even if you shoot, you will hit others, and the dead friends will not die in the poor way.

Sure enough, as he thought, although the pistol in Yang Mu Qin's hand was rotating with his movements, scaring a group of captives who didn't know the truth, they still didn't shoot, which was in Qin Wu's arms, and he hurriedly shouted, "He has no medicine, rush!" With that, the first rushed forward with a bayonet. Seeing that Qin Wuyang, the little leader, had shouted and moved, but he hadn't eaten a gun, and now that he had already rushed up, he naturally rushed up with a shout

Yang Mu Qin's legs were weak, and he hurriedly smashed the pistol in his hand at Qin Wuyang, who rushed over, turned around and ran, even a few injured naturalized people passing by didn't have time to help. At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and with a whooshing sound, long arrows the length of two arms fell from the sky, piercing the pursuers with a whistling sound. Although the two arrows hit nothing, the thick arrows flew down from the air and plunged deep into the mud, causing the pursuers to look up in horror.

A huge spindle was suspended in the air at some point in the sky, and no one knew when it appeared, but at the moment it was floating in the air, located in the belly of the monster, and was firing huge arrows at them.