"Look—they're here! Come and surround them! ”

Seeing that they were about to reach the bushes on the other side, suddenly two men rushed over, dressed very scruffily, like beggars, holding iron forks or spears and the like, obviously friend or foe.

"Your Highness, run over there! I'm in my way! ”

Mirkovsky was not slow to react, first pushing Peter behind the nearest tree, then pointing in the opposite direction and shouting, while drawing his saber at his waist and preparing to fight.

"Your Highness, hurry! Run! Leave me alone! ”

"Uh... Oh... Well, that... Over to you..."

Peter took Mirkovsky's hand and did not dare to look him in the eye, then turned his head and began to run in embarrassment.

"Come here, you scum! Let the horses come! that you may see how my long sword slashes and kills. ”

Mirkovsky roared and cautiously held the knife to his chest, looking like he was ready for battle.

Oh-oh-oh-kill him!

The group of beggars, who looked like blind streams, shouted and rushed over.

Whew-Whew-W

I don't know how long I ran, Peter was panting, his eyes were blurred, there was a big tree in front of him, the scenery was exactly the same without any change, it was as empty as an infinite loop, meaningless, it was really sleepy, slack, and wanted to stop...

Boom!

As if tripping over something, Peter fell to the ground, but instead of falling into the mud, it was soft, like a cotton mat.

"Oh shit! What is this, it's wet and sticky..."

Peter put his hand in front of his eyes and looked intently.

"Oh, me! Blood! Blood! Blood—"

Teng Teng Teng –

He rolled over in fright, rubbed his feet and jerked back several meters until his back reached the trunk of the tree.

"My mother... What a corpse all over the ground..."

Scanning half a circle, all the human bodies that came into view were all horizontal and vertical, some in tattered clothes, and some in exquisite forbidden army uniforms, and it was obvious that there had been a tragic hand-to-hand combat here.

it! This time it's a complete pill, it! How could Nima encounter such a crazy assassination, Nima! Isn't it the era of the so-called Russian-style terror authoritarianism? Why can such a thing happen!

Peter's heart was beating wildly, and he was about to burst out of his throat, and his mouth was so dry that he wanted to cough, and he was afraid of attracting his pursuers, so he had to swallow saliva to moisten his throat.

Uh-I'm so tired, I want to eat, I want to sleep...

Woo Woo Woo Hello Woo

A ghostly howl came from nearby, most likely the pursuers, and Peter quickly fell to the ground like the dead bodies.

"Nima, there's a knife over there, you should be able to defend yourself..."

After all, Guo Zijing in Peter's body has participated in military training since he was a child, and he is still very good at crawling forward.

I saw him rubbing his body against the ground and moving slowly, while trying to hold his breath to prevent panting, little by little, inch by inch, he finally moved over.

"Hey—"

The knife was stuck in the ground, and Peter could only pull it out in a half-crouching position.

"Uh... Uh-"

"Wow, what the hell!"

Just as he drew his knife, a dead corpse in front of him suddenly gasped, followed by a loud roar that frightened Peter almost from throwing the knife away.

"Hey! There's a voice over there! Let's go, go and see! ”

"Nima, why don't you die, Nima!"

Hearing someone coming this way, Peter jumped to his feet, kicked the corpse he had just done, and ran again lifelessly.

"Hey, someone! Stop him! ”

Peter clutched his knife and ran with all his strength.

Boom!

Just as he was walking through a grove of trees, he collided with something.

"What the hell is Nimabi!"

"Wow-huh? Oh-"

Thanks to Peter, he didn't fall, and just as he turned to see what it was, he heard a rough roar, and he swung it so hard that he couldn't even look at it.

Poof-

This wave just scratched the man's face, and the little half of his face came down.

"Ahh It's disgusting! ”

"Over here! Oh-"

Just as he wanted to throw away the bloody knife, he saw three or four people chasing after him.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and run away.

Whoosh –

Before he could take two steps, a sharp object flew through the air, and if Peter hadn't dodged by chance, he wouldn't have run away. But fortunately, only the left arm was rubbed, and it was vaguely scratched.

But the spear slowed Peter down suddenly, and the men behind him surrounded him almost at the same time.

Mommy! This time, I'm going to fight for my life!

Peter kept backing and finally leaned against a towering tree.

"Kill him! Oh, oh, oh-"

A savage man with long hair and a beard hanging loosely over his chest shouted.

"That's right! Kill him! ”

Someone loudly chimed in.

"No! This guy is not red-clothed and can't be killed! ”

It seems that one of the little leaders thought that Peter was not an ordinary man and rejected the idea of his companions.

"Catch it alive!"

"Oh-no, phew!"

The savage man muttered disdainfully as he held the fork, and then spat at Peter, completely ignoring him.

"Hey, hey... Don't come here..."

Peter clung to the trunk of the tree as he waved the knife in his hand in a seemingly unorganized manner.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey—"

The barbarian man grinned and kept grinning, and his mouth was full of spittle, which was really obscene.

"I—I warn you! I'm pretty good at swordsmanship... Seriously, I kid you not... You, you, don't come any closer... Little, be careful that I slash you to death..."

"Hey, hey, hey! Little white face, I'll give you a happy giggle-"

Listening to Peter's non-threatening words, the barbarian man raised his iron fork high, ready to stab Peter to death with a fork.

Bang!

A cloud of gunpowder-scented smoke burst out on the big man's chest, and he saw that the big man, who was almost 186 tall, was still holding an iron fork and fell straight backwards.

"Whew-thanks to Lao Tzu being prepared, he has always carried a small steel cannon close to him! Damn it, you girl! Bah! ”

I saw that Peter was holding a golden mini-musket in his left hand, which was a palm-sized miniature musket carefully crafted by a top gunsmith and specially used for the needy and honorable people.

"His grandmother's! This kid has a gun, let's get on it! ”

Seeing this, the remaining three rushed over with their weapons in hand.

Bang!

Another shot, and the man who rushed to the front dodged very cleverly, and the man behind him fell with blood mold.

"Haha, the gun in his hand can only shoot twice, and he can't escape now!"

The little boss smiled with the corners of his mouth upturned.

"Nima... This self-defense gun is good, but the ammunition capacity is too small, and the musket is very troublesome to reload, so it is impossible to use it again at this moment."

As Peter muttered to himself, he tucked the mini-pistol into his coat pocket and gestured the knife in front of him again.