When he came out this time, Changyu brought twenty or thirty people, all of whom were good men from the tribe. But since the operation began yesterday, five dead and five wounded, and they are all folded in the hands of that marksman, so they can't help but be annoyed.

At this moment, the marksmen once again hid in the mountains and forests, and they didn't know where to ambush, so they didn't dare to act rashly. After the wounds have been treated, the deceased is buried to prevent them from ending up in the mouth of the animal. Then, they took local materials and made some rudimentary shields and stretchers.

The two pieces of gold that were snatched were originally reluctant to be used by Changyu, because he knew that Cao Jiao attached great importance to these gold objects. However, in the process of making the shield, he noticed that the people were slow to cut wood, so he drew the sword and tried it a few times, and was immediately amazed at the sharpness and tenacity of the gold.

Make a stretcher, put the injured with limited mobility on the stretcher, and a group of people carry them on the road. It's just that after hitting the road this time, the people of the Heyang tribe no longer have the relaxed atmosphere they had before, but one by one, they are like facing a great enemy, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

"Third brother, what do you think?" Changyu carried the stretcher and asked the strong man lying on the stretcher worriedly.

The third brother of the strong man had a huge wound on his chest cut by a sharp bamboo knife, but fortunately he didn't hurt the bones, but he still turned pale because of excessive blood loss. The other hurt his back, and like the third brother, he could only suffer after taking the medicine.

"I won't be able to die for a while." The third brother lying on the stretcher smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry, third brother, when I catch that sharpshooter, I will torture him to death!" Brother Jiu, who was accompanying him on the stretcher, gritted his teeth and said.

The strong man smiled bitterly again, and muttered to himself, "It's better not to be that guy." ”

"Which guy?" Changyu asked in surprise.

The third brother sighed: "It's nothing, in short, let's be careful." ”

A group of people, from the morning, have been grinding and chirping until noon, and only then have walked less than half of the usual distance. In between, the marksman didn't reappear.

Changyu calculated for a moment, at the current speed, if he wants to return to the tribe, he doesn't know when he will go. So everyone was ordered to speed up.

The longfish had just given the order to speed up, when the sharpshooter reappeared.

Right in the middle of the path ahead, the marksman stood there without dodging, his relaxed posture like a friend waiting to return, but the gift he gave was a sharp arrow.

The arrows that flew in the air were easily blocked by the rudimentary shield. The marksman didn't care, but turned around and walked slowly into the nearby woods.

"Long fish! Chase or not! Brother Jiu stared at the red eyes and hissed to Changyu.

The long fish gritted his steel teeth, and after enduring it again and again, he said bluntly: "Don't chase!" ”

It is surrounded by dense woods, and even if you stand on the road, the visibility is not more than twenty meters, which is the best terrain suitable for hiding, and the marksman is so fearless, he must be very skilled, and it is difficult to catch him in this kind of terrain. Therefore, Changyu could only grit his teeth and pop out these words from between his teeth, but he did not dare to let his clansmen go deep into the dense forest to take risks.

As soon as Changyu's words fell, two arrows flew close to the ground. The people of Heyang guarded against the vital point, but they did not guard against this move, and as a result, the two arrows hit the ankles of the two people, adding two wounded people to Heyang's group again.

"Damn it! You gutsless stinky rat! Have the ability to get out of here! The angry long fish hissed angrily.

As the words of the long fish fell, the marksman unexpectedly revealed his body from behind them, still looking lazy, and as if to say hello, he raised the giant bow in his hand at them. At this moment, the people of Heyang couldn't bear it anymore. Changyu gave the order, except for a few people who were left to take care of the wounded, everyone else held wooden shields and howled towards the marksman.

Seeing this, the sharpshooter turned around and left, while the people of Heyang were in hot pursuit, and one by one they mustered up all their strength and rushed desperately, vowing to kill this hateful marksman to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

The marksman and the gang of Ha Yang ran farther and farther away, but what made them even more frustrated was that no matter how hard they ran, the marksman kept the same distance from them. They're fast, so are the marksmen, they're slow, and so are the marksmen. Obviously, the distance is not far, and it feels like they can catch up with them with more effort, but no matter how hard they try, the distance has not been shortened.

"Stop chasing!" Changyu shouted, "He's trying to drag us down!" Don't be fooled! ”

"Then you can't just let this bastard go!" Brother Jiu shouted unconvinced.

"Go back! Hurry up! After entering the wasteland tomorrow, see how he hides! Changyu said hatefully.

The crowd in Heyang was angry, but they were helpless. They knew that the long fish was right, and that they had nothing to do with this cunning marksman in the mountains. If you really want to take revenge, you can only go to the wasteland. There is no shelter in the wasteland, and when it comes to the wasteland, this marksman will not be able to display even if he has great skills, and when the time comes, they will rely on the advantage of numbers, and some will be able to clean him up.

So the group turned around in hatred and walked towards the place where the wounded were. Unexpectedly, they turned their heads and walked back, and the sharpshooter didn't dodge or dodge, swaggering behind them. This kind of behavior is like a wolf staring at its prey in the wasteland, but under that cold mask, there is a fierce gaze that flashes more than a wolf.

Seeing that the marksman was so big, Changyu made a look, and immediately two clansmen with good skills, under the cover of others, sneaked into the grass on the hillside of the roadside, ready to fight the marksman for a counter-ambush.

Changyu was secretly happy in his heart, and said in his heart, aren't you arrogant? Lao Tzu will want you to look good right away. It's a pity that I'm afraid of being discovered by the marksman, otherwise Changyu really wants to send a few more people to set up an ambush together.

The group of Heyang tribe continued to walk forward quietly, but their attention was focused on the marksman, everyone waited for him to fall into the trap, and after catching him, they would find a way to slowly torture him.

According to the habits of the Heyang tribe, they generally have to roar before the battle to increase their momentum. However, this marksman was silent every time he sneaked up, and the people of the Heyang tribe had enough losses and had a long memory. When the sharpshooter passed by the grass, the two ambushed people also silently threw the spear in their hands, and then regardless of whether they hit or not, they jumped out with the weapon in their hands, and the Heyang tribesmen in front of them also turned around and ran wildly, ready to flank the front and back, and strive to capture the marksman alive.

When the spear was thrown, the marksman seemed to have already realized it, and his body shook slightly, and he dodged. Then the giant bow flipped over, fell into his hand, and an arrow immediately shot out, and at a very close range, it directly hit the throat of a sneak attacker, who fell to the ground without saying a word, and was lifeless.

The other sneak attacker had already rushed to the marksman's side at this moment, roaring and slashing with a swing of the knife, and the marksman had no chance to shoot arrows, so he slammed the giant bow upwards, and with a "bang", smashed the stone knife in the sneak attacker's hand. I don't know what the giant bow is made of, and the sound is muffled between the impacts, but the stone knives are smashed away, but the giant bow is not damaged at all.

The sneak attacker was also brave, and he had no weapon in his hand, but he pounced on it with his bare hands, intending to entangle the marksman, and when the clansmen arrived, even if he stretched out his hand, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape.

The sneak attacker was like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, swooping down the terrain and reaching out to grab the marksman, but the marksman met him head-on, without dodging or dodging.

As soon as the two made contact, the sharpshooter's shoulders were grabbed. The sneak attacker was overjoyed and was about to throw the sharpshooter out with all his might, but unexpectedly, the sharpshooter flew up and hit the sneak attacker's crotch. The force of this kick was so great that it kicked the sneak attacker in an instant, and both feet were off the ground.

With this kick, the sharp pain poured into the mind of the sneak attacker, and before the sneak attacker could cry out for pain, he felt that his eyes were dark, and the archer's arched back slammed into his head from a tricky angle, and the sneak attacker immediately fell into a fainting and fell limply.

The marksman quickly pulled a dagger from his waist, grabbed the attacker's hair, pulled his head up fiercely, and then placed the dagger on the attacker's neck.

"You dare!"

"Let it go!"

"Kill you!"

The face of the sneak attacker was pulled up, and he was facing the direction of Heyang and his party, and everyone in Heyang was stunned when they saw this, and they burst out all kinds of angry scoldings one by one, trying to threaten the marksman to stop. Those who have long-range weapons in their hands will throw arrows, stone spears, and throwing ropes all over the sky, regardless of whether the range is enough or not, and they can't smash it.

The marksman raised his head, and behind the hideous grimace mask, he shot two cold glances. Changyu seemed to hear another sneer, and then saw the dagger in the marksman's hand, and wiped it cleanly.

The sneak attacker, who was originally unconscious, instantly widened his eyes, scratching his neck with both hands, but he couldn't make a sound. The marksman stomped on the sneaker who was rolling back and forth on the ground, and after wiping the dagger off his body, he quickly rushed in the way he came.

The long fish rushed to the place where the fight was held, and found two people, one of whom had been shot in the throat by an arrow, and the golden arrow was shining through the back of the neck, and he was already dead. The other had his throat slit, and blood was spilled all over the ground, but he was rolling on the ground, and he was about to run out of breath.

"I\\you\grandma!" Changyu scolded the marksman hysterically, but saw that Brother Jiu was leading people, and he was chasing the marksman with red eyes and ignoring it, so he could only helplessly stop Brother Jiu's reckless behavior again.

When all the people in Heyang came back, they were panting one by one, staring at the balls in their eyes, looking at a messy battlefield, and no one spoke for a long time.

Seeing that no one was chasing him, he and the marksman also stopped. Xu is running back and forth like a cat play, he is also a little tired, and he actually swaggered on a stone in the distance to rest, without the slightest intention of staying away.