The tall natives took the initiative to enter the river, walked briskly, and then swam to the opposite bank. Another native, who struggled to get out of the water, was lifted up by several white gunmen and thrown into the water on all fours. The native crawled to his feet, crying and trying to flee back to shore.

Bang, the gun in Anderson's hand went off.

The bullet hit the native's chest, and the whole person fell on his back into the river again. Blood poured out of the wounds, staining the river around his body red. The injured natives were still struggling, stumbling to their feet, staggering to the shore, and then being knocked down with long wooden poles by the white men waiting on the shore and pushed back into the river.

Soon, the first crocodile appeared next to the native. The brown-colored back was half-exposed in the water, and like a fast-moving submarine, it silently rushed towards its prey. With the splash, the green crocodile's head leaps out and opens its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth. The open mouth clamped the throbbing thigh, and slammed it down, and a flush came out of the river. The native screamed even more violently, flailing his arms in terror and striking the crocodile in the back with his fists, but in vain to the hard back.

Suddenly, the crocodile began to roll in the water, sometimes with its back on top and sometimes with its white belly exposed. The bitten natives also rolled passively, and the people and crocodiles instantly muddied the river. Not far away, the backs of several crocodiles appeared, swimming equally quickly towards the churning waters. Even farther away, crocodiles began to swim in this direction.

The churning of the waters finally came to an end, and the successful crocodile bit a human leg and swam away, and was immediately pounced on by the oncoming crocodile to bite and fight. More crocodiles swam to the broken torsos, and soon, more and more of them gathered together, densely populating on the nearby water. Scramble, tear, the river boiled more violently again.

At this moment, the natives swimming to the other side had crossed the middle of the river. Luckily, almost all of the crocodiles were attracted by the bloody breath of their compatriots, and he was able to survive to this day. But the good fortune seemed to be coming to an end, and having seen enough of the tragedy he had created, Anderson focused his eyes on the middle of the river again, and aimed his rifle at the figure who was paddling with both arms.

Calmly aiming and firing, with a confident smile on his face, it seems that the prey has become the next tragedy, and the fate is the same as that of the general.

Bang, the shots rang out.

Maybe it's a little farther away, or maybe the native's luck hasn't completely run out, and the bullet is only in the water next to him.

Anderson smiled self-deprecatingly, pushed and pulled the bolt bullet to reload, and raised the gun again to aim. This time, the goddess of fate no longer favors the weak, the bullet penetrates through the back, and the natives who were struggling to survive just now can only lie down in the river and float with the waves the next moment.

"Cross the river!"

Anderson waved his arm and let out a loud roar, prompting his mount to run wild. In an instant, the people and horses gathered by the river rushed into the water like dumplings.

-- Lying on the cliff on the shore, Liang Hong clearly saw the evil deed just now.

At this moment, the feast on the adjacent west bank has been divided up by crocodiles, and the river is gradually subsiding. But on the east side of the bank, a fan with the injured natives as the center can be clearly seen, and countless half-exposed backs are shooting quickly towards the bull's-eye, and another gluttony is about to be staged.

"Brute!"

He cursed in a low voice, clutching the handle of his gun as if he were venting, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the arrow moving forward in the river, Anderson, who had already dismounted from his horse and swam in the water.

Instead of firing immediately, Liang Hong waited, waiting for the gang to all go into the water, waiting for them to approach the center of the river, and then open the gates of hell for them. Go to hell, it will be retribution!

- Anderson led his big black horse with his left hand and paddled with his right hand as he swam to the opposite shore. The farther you get to the middle of the river, the more turbulent the current becomes, and the more strenuous and slower it becomes. I finally crossed the center of the Lin ** River, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and swam for a while, as long as my feet could touch the riverbed, I could go ashore quickly. Along the way, there were no crocodiles coming to attack, and Anderson was somewhat proud of his wisdom. To attract crocodiles with lowly natives, these lowliest untouchables, at the last moment of their lives, finally did something meaningful for the noble English gentleman.

There were still no crocodiles to be seen, presumably still fighting for the flesh and blood of the untouchables downstream. From the time he found it to the time he swam here, it would take him ten minutes to swim upstream, and even the strongest crocodile would have been able to do so, and by that time he would have already come ashore. Therefore, the one who opens the way in front is not necessarily the most dangerous.

A self-satisfied Anderson, taking advantage of the paddling gap, glanced sideways. Fortunately, James and Sears were close behind, and as long as these two men were safe, even if the other men died, the mission would be considered a success. Before turning his head back, he caught a glimpse of the skinny native out of the corner of his eye. This lowly little fellow actually swims not slowly at all, and is really a good slave blank. When you go back, you must train him well, so that he can learn how to serve his master well.

With more effort, Anderson's mind returned to the water, thinking about getting ashore as soon as possible before the crocodiles swarmed. It's just that he didn't expect that just in front of the opposite bank, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his head.

It took Liang Hong a lot of hard work to convince himself to give up his first shot and smash the white leader's head. The muzzle of the gun slowly moved farther away, aiming at a gunman at the back of the line. His mission is to annihilate the entire expedition, and only by killing the rearmost can he attract crocodiles to cut off the retreat. If you shoot the leader at the front, the swarming crocodiles will only force the others back to the other side.

Bang, the crisp sound of gunfire broke the hearts of many people.

The Mauser rifle has good ballistics, Liang Hong's marksmanship is outstanding, and the white gunner, who slowly swims in the river, is almost a fixed target. The head that surfaced, like a watermelon that was suddenly pierced, was instantly drilled through the bullet hole.

"There are enemies!"

Hearing the crisp sound, Anderson immediately realized that it was gunshots, and he had a lot of experience in facing the enemy after many years of experience as a gunman. The enemy was most likely on the east bank of the river, since they were coming from the west bank.

"Grab your gun and shoot back."

He shouted loudly, and to prevent water ingress, the guns were placed in waterproof holsters and placed on the backs of their respective mounts.

Bang, another gunshot, and it was still the end of the swimming line that was hit.

Pull the trigger, pull the bolt, shoot, re-aim. Liang Hong has the advantage of being condescending, shooting targets from the end of the entire team, moving forward one by one, like a executioner in line to shoot.

The gates of hell have been opened, and the god of retribution has come as scheduled. His expression was cold and calm, and he felt no guilt for this group of beasts who took pleasure in killing their own kind.

Patches of red appeared on the surface of the river, like red plums dotted on painting paper, and the increasingly thick bloody gas finally attracted the crocodiles gathered downstream. Liang Hong saw that countless dark backs were like drifting dead trees moving, and in an instant, people had the illusion that the river was flowing backwards.

The crocodiles have finally come, and he has done the same as the former white gunmen, and people can't live for evil, but this time the retribution is fast enough.

There was still one last bullet left in the chamber, and he was going to leave it to the white leader, moving the muzzle of the gun to the front of the swimming procession, but unfortunately he didn't see the man.

Bang, bang, bullet after bullet whizzed over his head, and the gunmen in the river finally got their weapons and began to return fire.

Aimed at the guy in front of the team who was desperately swimming to the shore and pulled the trigger. The target slammed and hit, well, soon there will be crocodiles in front of you to see you off in the belly of the fish. Roll quickly with your rifle in your arms, move to another chosen firing position, reload your bullets, and re-aim.

- Anderson had long expected that the gunman was in front, and he had figured out that there was no way back except forward. By the time his companions picked up their guns and began to return fire, he had already quietly ducked behind his mount. This guy James actually surpassed himself, and before he could stop it, he saw James's body stiffen, and red came out of the river in front of him.

Idiot! Anderson was annoyed and glad at the same time. James died, and the mission was half the failure, but fortunately, thanks to his cleverness, he would have been the one who would have been shot. Such a powerful gunman, Anderson, who prides himself on being fierce and not afraid of death, has a fear in his heart.