"Ah~hmm......"

Slashed by the three-edged stab on the wrist, the leader of the scarface let out a cry of pain, the pistol couldn't hold it and fell out of his hand, and the next moment his throat was kicked by the toe of the dragon blade, and the cry of pain turned into a muffled snort, accompanied by the sound of clicking bone cracks, he flew out upside down, fell to the ground heavily, his eyes were wide open, his other hand covered his throat, and after struggling twice, he tilted his head and was silent.

After listening intently, the short fight and sound just now did not alarm the other militants, Long Blade breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the pistol that Scarface had dropped, stepped forward to check it, his throat bone was shattered, he was out of breath, he looked for it in the grass, picked up the three-edged thorn that shot out and inserted it on the calf leg sleeve, and touched the cat waist behind the group of militants.

"Why didn't that kid run away? Could it be that you are injured and can't run? ”

"Maybe it was hit by a stray bullet, the gun is there, everyone be careful, slowly surround it! He. Damn, kill so many of us, you can't afford to be cheap, bastard! ”

A group of militants have approached the place where the dragon blade stands 20 meters away, whispering with gestures and walkie-talkie communication, slowly towards the slope of the encirclement, for fear that the automatic rifle on the slope will move and spit out flames to hit themselves, to the distance is only more than ten meters, the encirclement has been formed, with a shout of "fire", all the militants are shooting towards the slope in unison, the dense bullets will be the entire slope to the grass clippings flying, if the dragon blade is really on the slope, it will be beaten into a sieve.

"Phew! Bang! Bang! ”

The dense gunfire masked the rhythmic gunfire of the dragon blade, he adjusted the MPS submachine gun to a single shot mode, half-crouched in the grass behind the militants, and began to shoot one shot at a time from the backmost militants, although it was a poor line of sight in the dark night, but it was only a distance of twenty meters, no different from the daytime for the dragon blade, the gun shot the head, and no one had the opportunity to give an early warning.

After a burst of random gunfire was over, a militant inadvertently glanced back and suddenly screamed: "What about the people, why are they all gone?" ”

Twenty-one people surrounded the dragon blade, but after a round of strafing, there was no one to turn around, and only seven people were left standing! Where are the fourteen? And why is the leader gone?

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

Two gunshots rang out in quick succession, and the militant who turned his head and a guy not far from him fell in response.

"Five."

The dragon blade coldly spat out two words, and quickly moved to the side.

"It's that guy, he's behind us, it's a trap!"

"Fight back! Fight back and kill him! ”

". Child-raised! Fight back and run! ”

The remaining five militants panicked, and two of them turned around and pulled the trigger indiscriminately and shot indiscriminately, I don't know who shouted, and the five people woke up like a dream, and fled in all directions like birds and beasts.

"That's ...... Ran away? The dragon blade straightened up from the grass, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, he was about to deal with the remaining five people one by one, but he didn't expect them to flee in all directions without resistance!

But it's normal to think about it, these militants are outlaws, but outlaws have a characteristic, that is, bullying, the dragon blade directly killed thirty-one of them with one shot to the remaining five, in the hearts of these five people, there is no difference between the dragon blade and the devil, such an enemy is invincible, staying will only give you your life, it's strange if you don't run!

Forget it, just run, run away, anyway, at the beginning, Long Blade didn't plan to really kill them all, he's not a murderer.

Wait, these militants will definitely not come to a wasteland like Africa on foot alone, they should have transportation!

Long Blade suddenly remembered a key question, what was he lacking now, that is, the right direction and means of transportation, how could he let these guys run away like this?

Pursue!

Randomly chose a person to chase after him, the dragon blade hung behind the other party not far away, ready to hide and dodge at any time so as not to be discovered by the other party, but the other party seemed to be completely frightened, and he didn't dare to go back along the way, and the dragon blade had to speed up so as not to be thrown off by the other party, and after passing through a wilderness and two small streams, a large camp appeared in front of him.

Sure enough, there is a camp!

The surviving guys rushed into the camp, and then several militants ran from different directions, rushing into the camp in embarrassment, it was the other few people who escaped, the whole camp became full of people, a few moments, more than a hundred people rushed out of it in off-road vehicles, and walked towards the wilderness, the dragon blade knew that it must be against himself without thinking about it.

"A bunch of idiots, do you think I'm going to stand there and wait for you to come?" The corners of the dragon's mouth hooked up a sneer of disdain, his eyes turned, and he touched the camp, at this time there were only two dozen people left in the camp, and the dragon blade easily entered the camp and slipped into a tent where no one was around.

After rummaging around, Dragonblade put a few things in his PSK beltpack, including a map with latitude and longitude, a palm-sized GPS, a versatile Swiss Army knife, two pieces of concentrated chocolate, and of course, a magazine of bullets, which still had to be replenished.

Slipping out of the tent, the dragon blade came to the vehicle parking place outside the camp, the key was not found in the tent, it is estimated that the group of militants carried it, the two hundred heavily armed guys don't know which force it is, what are they doing in this African savannah, but the dragon blade is not in the mood to care about these, he just wants to get a car to leave quickly, find the nearest city and find a way to return to China.

The car is too eye-catching, and some places are not easy to pass, the dragon blade selected a motocross motorcycle, shortened the fire wire under the key door, started the car, the dragon blade jumped up, drove out of the camp with a roar, and rushed into the woods in the distance, the roar of the motorcycle naturally alarmed the militants in the camp, but when they noticed that they were driven out, the dragon blade and the car had run away, and the lights were blind in the middle of the night, and there was such a thing before, The remaining twenty or so people didn't dare to chase after them, but just jumped and cursed a few words, searched the camp, and then stopped.

Two days later, by a stream beside a dense forest, Dragonblade was roasting a hare on a fire, and while roasting, he sprinkled white salt and spices evenly on top of the rabbit meat, which he had brought from the camp tent of the militants.

The motocross bike fell to the side, hundreds of kilometers in two days, the gas ran out, and the rest of the road was still on the edge. The legs walked.

With maps and GPS locators, Dragonblade was able to figure out where he was now, he was in North Sudan, a thousand kilometers away from the nearest city, Khartoum, and hundreds of kilometers of wilderness and forest to see the village.

After knowing his position, Long Jian finally understood why he encountered that group of armed men with loaded guns, but the strange thing is that in his little remaining memory, the last plane he took was a private hunting plane, how could he fly to Sudan? If you want to go, you will go to Ethiopia or Congo, could it be that you were washed into Sudan by the river when you were in a coma?

Shaking his head, the dragon blade put these speculations aside for the time being, now considering that these did not help him in the slightest, it was important to hurry up and hurry, although his body seemed to be quite adapted to this kind of wild survival, but after being exposed to the scorching sun for a long time, a person was far away from people, and there were still inevitable negative emotions such as anxiety in his heart, especially now that he had lost most of his memories, he was more eager to return to Huaxia as soon as possible and retrieve those lost memories.

After a full meal, the dragon blade extinguished the fire, and after determining the direction with the compass with the map and GPS locator, he began to continue on his way, as for the off-road motorcycle, it became a pile of scrap metal without gas, so throw it here.

Khartoum, North Sudan is a tropical desert climate, but the place where the dragon blade is now located is a typical savannah climate, the temperature is very high enough to be more than 30 degrees, divided into dry and wet seasons, and now it is obviously the wet season, these days down, basically every day there will be a burst of rain, with a salty and wet smell in the air, the speed of the dragon blade is not fast, every day is only sixty or seventy kilometers, he has to leave some physical strength to deal with possible emergencies, has been walking for six days, at this speed, I am afraid it will take more than ten days to reach Khartoum.

"Huh? This is, wheel prints? "At noon on the sixth day, the dragon blade found a few clear wheel marks, and his eyes suddenly lit up, there should have been a vehicle passing by here, otherwise the wheel marks would have been washed away by the rain a long time ago, and it would not be so clear!

After a long journey in the deserted fields and forests, how strong is the desire for people and civilization, the dragon blade now has the deepest experience, seeing these wheel marks, he immediately sped up his pace and chased after the marks, as for who the owner of these wheel prints is, will it be the same militant as before He didn't think about it at all, there was only one thought in his heart, first chase it and then talk about it, at least someone can talk.

Towards evening, the dragon blade finally caught up with the convoy, from the distance from the slope grass, the convoy was making food, although there were also a few black men patrolling with guns on their backs, but it didn't look like some armed force, more like bodyguards, there were some white people walking around in the camp, carrying equipment that seemed to be used for photography, this should be some field expedition.