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The grandson tossed and turned in the single camping tent.

The phone next to your ear is playing songs hands-free.

Sun Yi is prepared for death, being a birdman means high risk, maybe his insurance money can finally buy a suite for his parents.

But his arms and legs are fine, and there are shadows in his body, which doesn't seem to be death.

The hands-free of mobile phones was changed to two people who started to talk about cross talk:

"What do you mean by peacekeeping?"

"Keep the peace."

"What about Lao He?"

"I don't know ......"

"You have to keep the peace!"

Sun Yi suddenly had a crazy thought--did he cross over?

Sun Yi was excited: Travel to ancient times, fine clothes and jade food, beautiful wives and concubines, open the golden finger, and dominate the whole earth!

But soon Sun Yi realized that his job was a programmer, and his hobby was a birdman, both of which were not used in ancient times; His own management experience is about zero, his political experience is negative, and he does not have the characteristics of a leader at all.

――If you go to ancient times, it's a question of whether you can survive or not!

Outside the tent there was the sound of Suosuo's footsteps - something was approaching! Listen to the sound of beasts or humans, and more than one!

Sun Yi quickly faded out of his sleeping bag, grabbed his helmet and buckled it on his head, and held the flashlight in his left hand.

Flashlights are the nemesis of nocturnal animals. Nocturnal animals are accustomed to large pupils with low light and will lose their vision in direct sunlight. If you're human, you'll need the second function of the flashlight: electric shock!

As soon as Sun Yi opened the tent, he saw several figures huddled together and hurriedly attacked his tent, still holding blades in their hands!

Sun Yi was so anxious that he could only stretch his flashlight out of the tent and press the bright light.

The miserable white electric light brushed the night open.

The five men narrowed their eyes in the harsh light, raised their hands, and stopped.

These five men were carrying hoes, iron forks, sticks, spears, and machetes, and they were certainly not good people.

"Kill-",

The hoe man who took the lead paused for a moment, closed his eyes tightly and rushed over against the flashlight.

The other four immediately followed.

Before Sun Yi got out of the tent, he was about to be beaten with his head covered, and the flashlight shot at his eyes.

A howl, "Spare your life-",

The guy with the spear threw himself to his knees and knocked the machete behind him.

The iron fork and the wooden stick froze again.

The hoe man did not hesitate at all, the hoe hung with the sound of the wind, "bang", smashed to the ground, only half a meter away from Sun Yi's tent.

Sun Yi climbed out of the tent with a bone.

The hoe man raised his weapon again, still with his eyes closed, and estimated the direction, "Kill-", and the hoe smashed down again.

"Bang", but this time he was biased more.

Sun Yi would not let go of this opportunity, and a fish jumped and pounced on the hoe man.

The hoe man sensed that something was wrong, threw the hoe, "kill-", and rushed in the direction of Sun Yi.

Sun Yi was half a beat earlier than him.

Sun Yi hit the man's shoulder one by one, his helmet pressed against the man's chin, and he pressed the electric shock switch with his left hand and stabbed it out.

"Kill-ah-yo-yo...... Yo ......", the hoe man went limp.

"Master...... Spare your life, ......", the spearman who knelt first on the ground kowtowed desperately.

The machete man who had tripped got up from the ground, stood with the man with the iron fork and the man with the stick, and immediately prepared to attack.

Sun Yi shouted hysterically: "Lay down your arms!" The flashlight swept wildly over the eyes of the three men.

"Don't kill me......", the guy who was kneeling on the ground immediately threw the long grass in his hand far away.

The three men who were standing closed their eyes tightly and did not move.

The mobile phone in the tent is still playing cross talk:

"Oh no, the terrorists are coming, I have to go."

"Go ahead!"

"But I can't go, I'm going to go up and you move my lobster, what should I do?"

"The tender is closed, the tender is gone, and the Wo is chopping ......."

With a "clang", the machete man abandoned the knife, "I'll surrender!" ”