On the river, the swimming team was divided, with some gunmen fighting back stubbornly in the river, and some clever guys choosing to swim to the opposite bank.

Liang Hong once again emptied the magazine, almost every shot was sure to hit. Near the east bank of the river, there were also dead and wounded people floating, and the red was slowly spreading, connecting into a river of purgatory blood. On the west side of the river, crocodiles have arrived, biting limbs and snatching each other. The churning of the river was mixed with the desperate screams of those who were surviving. The screams behind him added to the sense of fear, and fewer brave people still fought back in the river, and more people joined the fleeing.

The bloody aura in the east began to attract fierce crocodiles, and from the cliffs, there were already crocodiles swimming towards them. Soon it will also become a hunting ground for crocodiles, no, more like a crocodile's table, from which the prey will not be able to escape, let alone resist.

However, the situation did not make Liang Hong more happy. After shooting a few daredevils, the rest are smart guys. Only horses could be seen swimming desperately on the river, and the surviving gunners quietly approached under the cover of horses. Once these people come ashore, the disparity in numbers is huge, and it is still unknown who will kill the deer.

Anderson hid on the left side of the big black horse, shielded by his body, and swam as he watched the shore. There was only one gunman, and he judged it, and there was hope for more life in his heart. If he can get ashore, he will tear this hateful creature to shreds, and chase him to the ends of the earth. Suddenly, the soles of his feet touched something, it was the riverbed, and he couldn't help but cheer.

Liang Hong saw the big black horse that had begun to wade and run, and also saw that the left side of the horse was faintly hiding from a person, almost running synchronously with the horse. This is an experienced guy, which means more dangerous.

After a moment's thought, the muzzle of the gun aimed at the body of the big black horse, pulled the trigger, and quickly pulled the bolt, his eyes still staring at the back of the black horse.

The bullet hit the big black horse's stomach, and he was suddenly shot, and under the severe pain, the big black horse suddenly accelerated his pace. Then, the white man who was half a step back was revealed.

The moment the big dark horse accelerated, Anderson knew that something was wrong, almost instinctively, and he strode and jumped to the side.

The gunshot rang out, and Anderson felt a hard blow to the shoulder, and he knew he had been shot.

Seeing the target staggering a few steps and falling on the river beach, Liang Hong thought he had hit the vital point. He recognized the man as the white leader.

The sniping continued, in the same way, except that one or two more bullets were often wasted, and an extra wounded startled horse was created.

On the river, the crocodile's feast was reopened in the east, but in a new place than Fang Cai. Countless crocodiles followed, first biting and devouring the wounded by bullets, and then frantically chasing the survivors who escaped in the water. Both men and horses are the prey of crocodiles, the water is churning, the stump is floating, and then more crocodiles are scrambling.

The frightened people, the frightened horses, ran desperately to the riverbank. Compared to the four-legged horse, the two-legged human at this time showed a disadvantage in physical structure and physical ability. More people were chased and bitten, and then torn to pieces by more crocodiles.

Near the shore, the coordination of man and horse was also destroyed by terror. As soon as they were able to wade through the water, the horses frantically tried to break free from the reins, and then in the struggle between men and horses, the owner of the horse was shot mercilessly.

Liang Hong hated it, hated that it was a bolt-action rifle in his hand, and even more hated that the magazine was only five rounds. While he was loading, several people ran to the shore. Yes, four, he recalled. The bloody feast in the river is coming to an end, and even in the shallow waters of the riverbank, there are crocodiles swimming and even crawling, and it is impossible for any more survivors to escape.

The rifle in his hand moved to the shore, looking for the fish that had slipped through the net. Suddenly, he was shocked that the white leader he had shot earlier was gone.

Anderson crawled away and moved when the powerful gunman focused his attention on the shore and frantically shot the survivors fleeing to shore. The bullet hit his right shoulder, a penetrating wound, and although it was still bleeding, it did not prevent him from moving. Run fast, over the bare riverbank, and finally into the bushes on the riverbank.

Not all those who slipped through the net were so lucky, and the two gunmen who ran wildly all the way took Liang Hong's gaze. The muzzle of the gun quickly turned, a crisp gunshot rang out, and the guy who ran at the front was the first to be shot. Those who followed behind returned to their normal intelligence at this time, and quickly jumped into the grass and lay down.

There were four left, Liang Hong counted in his heart, the muzzle of the gun was still pointed here, but his eyes had begun to search the river bank in full.

Anderson hesitated to attack the gunman on the cliff. When he was shot, he hid on the left side of the big black horse, carrying the gun in his left hand, but the rifle was shot in the right shoulder but did not drop it. Shooting on the cliff just now, he saw the position of the gunman, and if he was in the usual, he would definitely shoot the bullet as soon as possible, but at this time, he was timid.

Suddenly, there was movement in the bushes next to him, and he saw Sears. It turns out that this guy also survived, which is really fateful. Under normal circumstances, he would be happy to see Sears alive so that he could have a chance to return to the South African mining company and continue to receive that decent salary. But at this moment, he wanted to strangle him. What kind of movement, looking for death, aren't you afraid that the guy on the mountain will find out?

There were a dozen horses running up the riverbank, and now their owners were gone. A few horses wandered to and fro by the river, presumably waiting for their owners to come ashore from the water. There are also frightened horses whose madness has not subsided, and they are scurrying around like headless flies.

The two startled horses ran back and forth through the bushes where the white gunmen were hiding, when suddenly a whistle sounded in the bushes, and the white horses in front of them stood up sharply, turned and ran straight towards the bushes.

Not a smart guy, Liang Hong also noticed the abnormality, and he smiled. The muzzle of the gun moved with the white horse, and his eyes were fixed on the grass. He speculated that the guy must be the owner of the white horse, but with the horse, could he escape?

Sure enough, just as the white horse came to a stop when it came near, a figure jumped up from the grass and jumped onto the saddle bridge. The movements are very agile and chic, but unfortunately they are still not as fast as bullets. The shots rang out, and the man on horseback fell straight and straight. The two horses, frightened again, continued to gallop along the river.

Anderson was overjoyed to see the horses running towards him. Fleeing at gunpoint and riding on a galloping horse is the way to survive, although it is dangerous and difficult, but it is better than stopping and being a target. The white horse in front of him was getting closer and closer, and just as Anderson was about to jump over, a short figure leaped out of the bushes on the other side, scurrying on the horse's back like a monkey.

He couldn't go back when he got up, but there was still a horse behind him, and when Anderson jumped up, he found that there was another figure about pounced on the horse, even a little faster than him. Get lost! The rifle in his left hand was thrown violently, but the target was Sears, and a momentary pause in the opponent's dodge gave Anderson a chance. Smoothly grasping the reins, he flew and jumped on the horse's back.

The horses galloped, and the shots rang out behind him, and Anderson, who was hunched on horseback, felt no pain. Looking behind him, he saw Sears staggering and falling. Alas, dear Sears, my escort mission has been a complete failure. Anderson only sighed, and then urged the horse away.

Liang Hong looked at the horses that were drifting away in annoyance, and by the time he reloaded, the target had run out of range. The success was defeated, and two people actually escaped, ruining the joy of destroying a strong enemy.

Looking at the river again, a few horses are still in love, and it is possible to catch them. looked down at the pitbull lying beside him, the guy made by the system, sure enough, has excellent genes, and he just let go of so many guns, but he didn't move. This time he only brought one, hoping that the little one would not disappoint him. With horses and Pitbull tracking, the mission might be completed.

--Anderson urged him to dismount and run a long way in one breath before he caught up with the white horse in front of him. The boy on horseback nervously hugged the horse's neck, and even though he was pointed at a pistol, he still did not dare to let go.

"Honestly, or I'll kill you."

Anderson threatens in Dutch, and it seems that the little native can't ride a horse, so he doesn't have to worry about him escaping. Seeing the boy nodding his head in response in fear, he regained some self-confidence. I turned around and looked in the direction I came, but I didn't see any pursuers. No matter how powerful the gunman is, there is only one person, and besides, he is alone, and there is no reason why he is worth hunting down. So his confidence skyrocketed again.

"What's your name, how old are you this year, and what do you do?"

"Hora, fifteen, trap, make a fire."

The boy burst out of Dutch word by word, and he couldn't tell whether it was all he could do and all the words he could do.