This time, before the bull came again, the nighthawk had already swept forward as fast as lightning. He wanted to see what horrors were waiting for them, and if this was really hell, he would also take his team to make a hole in this place and find out the devil who took pleasure in killing.

I didn't run two steps, and I hit the big bull head-on. If it weren't for the agility of the two, they would almost bump into each other.

Needless to say, the two of them only looked at each other and immediately rushed forward.

The players who stayed behind didn't know what the successive alarms meant, what dangers could make the calm captain so concerned, and what kind of scenes could make the murderous bull so nervous.

They could only hold the gun in their hands tightly, quietly opened the safe, and the bullet was loaded. Always ready to rush into the next battlefield, they will cling to the hands of their comrades even if they are in ashes.

"What's the situation?" As soon as the nighthawk approached, he impatiently asked the black bear leaning behind a large tree.

The black bear turned his head solemnly, and gently placed his index finger to his lips. Nighthawk closed his mouth at the right time, and his body naturally changed from high-speed movement to a slight movement, approaching the black bear like a cat.

"Captain, look." The black bear said as if in a dream, pointing to a village in the clearing ahead, "Could this be where those killer kings live?" ”

Nighthawk took a closer look. The village is small, like a cylinder, and all the houses are built one after the other around a vacant lot in the middle.

The houses are all wooden houses with local characteristics, but from a distance, it should be dinner time at the beginning of the lanterns, but the whole village is dark and rumbling, not angry at all, not even a dog barking.

From a distance, it was dark, and I could only see the outlines of some houses, and it was pitch black, how it looked like a ghost village.

Nighthawk also wondered, not a few kilometers away from the mass grave just now, there was a lifeless "ghost village" at the same time, what was the connection?

Is it where the murderers lived, or was it the place where the people who were killed had their original home? Nighthawk didn't know, and the only way was to go in and check it out.

"Black bear, go and tell the people behind sù, all gather here. Da Niu and I went into the village to check, and if there was a problem, we would warn them with open guns. Nighthawk said with a heavy expression, he didn't know if there was any danger inside, and he didn't want the black bear to take risks, so he chose the big bull to go in with himself.

"Captain, I'd better go, I'm a spearhead." Da Niu said earnestly.

"Don't argue, this is an order, execute it. Big bull, let's go. Nighthawk said with a serious face.

"Good Ratcha!" The bull set up the Vulcan cannon and opened his mouth wide at the black bear triumphantly. Follow the Nighthawk and scurry towards the village.

The village is built on the woods, and there is not even a trail for cars. It seems that this place has been out of contact with the outside world for a long time. In front of the village, a small meandering river flows, and there are several stone platforms for people to step on when they do laundry.

Looking along the river, the source was gone, and only the faint moonlight could faintly detect that it was left from the woods further south, gurgling water. nourishes a living being, but unfortunately the village is silent at the moment.

Nighthawk and Black Bear crept across the wooden bridge that spanned the creek, probably in disrepair for a long time, and the wooden bridge could not bear the weight of the two of them, and squeaked from time to time. The nervous two quickly lay down and searched the surroundings according to the guns, for fear that the slight noise would alarm the enemies in the village who might be in the village.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement around, but a few toads kept croaking, as if laughing at the ignorance of the two lying on the ground.

Nighthawk did not dare to be careless, and many experiences had made him extremely cautious. Gesturing to the big cow, the two of them just held their guns and crawled towards the entrance of the village.

The grass was wet, the dew was soft, and the two people who were leaning against the fence at the entrance of the village were basically wet with their upper bodies and pants. The night breeze blows, and the slight coolness is refreshing.

But neither of them cared about the slightest change in their bodies, like two elves in the dark night, floating into the village like ghosts. The two covered each other, and the big bull held up his thick waist and hugged the Vulcan cannon.

Nighthawk bent over him, scouting every inch left and right. At this time, even if a mouse runs by, it will inevitably become their gun, let alone a human.

I went around in circles for a whole week, and I didn't even find a ghost. All the doors were tightly closed, and the windows were sealed. The chicken coop was empty, the kennel was messy, and it looked lifeless.

Nighthawk put down his gun, frowned, and said, "It's been a long time since no one lived here. "What? How do you know? Da Niu scratched his head and asked puzzled. At most, he could see that this was an empty village, but Nighthawk said that no one had lived there for a long time, could it be that he was an immortal.

Nighthawk approached a window, wiped it with his hand, put it in the white moonlight and said, "See for yourself." The big bull's face leaned up, his eyes widened, and it took a long time to see that Nighthawk's fingers were gray and gray, and it turned out to be a thick layer of ash.

"People in the mountains love to be clean, and women always clean their houses when they are not at home, so that they will not be so dirty. With so much ash, it can only mean that this village has long been abandoned and no one lives there. Nighthawk said with emotion.

"Could it be that all the people in that place just now are here?" Da Niu was a little reluctant to believe his own words, but he still asked hesitantly. That kind of tragic sight, even a person like him who is happy at the sight of blood, must shudder.

"I'm afraid so." Nighthawk's heart was also heavy, and he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it.

"Alright, let's call the big guys in. It's all empty, and we'll camp here tonight. When he had finished his command to the bull, Nighthawk went about his own in the village, and he pushed open door after door. See where the best place to rest!

There is no laughter and laughter, and there is no warm hospitality. Some are just scattered ashes, telling the prosperity and blossoming of this place, and mourning the indifference and withering of today.

The party soon drove into the village, and Nighthawk had found the largest room to sit in waiting for them. After walking for several days, I never had a good rest, and I basically slept on the tree and in my clothes.

Although it has begun to decay, it can still shelter from the wind and rain. With this freedom, even if they sleep on the muddy floor, it makes the team members happy. Yaksha even fetches a pile of straw from the village, spreads it on the ground and hums comfortably.

The house was already in shambles, as if it had been looted, and there was not a single thing intact. The only thing that was still intact was a wooden bed that had been torn apart.

It just so happened that the soldiers who wanted to eat cooked food happily dismantled it and took the wood to make a fire for cooking. It doesn't matter how the master would feel when he came back and saw the people treating his wooden bed like this.

But the soldiers' thoughts, probably this master will never come back.

The black bear set up a makeshift stove, filled the military kettle with water, set it up on the fire, and put a lot of canned dry food that he carried with him, crackling and adding wood. After a while, the long-lost smell of meat overflowed, and every soldier who provoked it drooled again and again, and hurriedly put their heads next to the marching pot, quietly waiting for the meal to begin.

The craftsmanship of the black bear is still okay, and he has always taken care of everyone's food. Not to mention, if he quits the army and goes back to become a chef, he can compare to the chefs of some restaurants.

No, without any seasonings, it still fills the house with incense.

"Okay, okay, let's hurry up, take turns to stand guard after eating, I'm the first to stand guard today." Nighthawk looked preoccupied, took the lunch box handed by the black bear, and poured it directly into his mouth without any sense of taste. He wasn't too hot, and he drank a sip of water and was done.

The soldiers looked at Nighthawk's stern expression, and could only hurriedly finish eating and go to bed. At this moment, they didn't want to make Nighthawk angry, only the black bear and the big bull knew a rough idea. But they were cheerful, and after a while, they forgot to be clean.

Nighthawk stood by the bed with her gun in her arms, and through the broken window, the moonlight was shining in front of the house, soft and calm. But Nighthawk felt that under this peace and tranquility, there was a wave that was constantly turbulent and undulating, and at any moment it would break through the illusion of silence and defeat them all.

Before he could think about it, the room was gradually filled with cries. Listening to what should have been annoying snoring, Nighthawk smiled faintly. Only these comrades-in-arms can calm his constantly turbulent heart.

The night was uneventful, and the one-hour rotation of each person allowed the big guys to sleep peacefully. Hiding in this quiet village, you won't be discovered. Since, it has been empty for so long.

When the first rays of youth poured into the house, Nighthawk stretched comfortably. The light sleep made him forget a lot of unhappiness, and although he was still worried about the danger that might come, his body gave him strong self-confidence. Even if the evil forces attacked, he was confident that he would successfully repel them with his team.

Looking at the players who were still asleep, Nighthawk couldn't bear to wake them up, and when he saw that it was still early, he let them sleep more. I was also tired for a few days, although everyone looked like an iron beaten body. But Nighthawk knew that with sufficient spirit, he could cope with the danger that would arise at any time.

By the windowsill, the black bear is standing guard. Seeing Nighthawk sitting up, he wanted to say hello, but was immediately stopped by Nighthawk.

Nighthawk crawled to his feet and crept towards him, fearing that a slight movement would wake up the team members who were still dreaming.

"Well, do you want to sleep a little longer?" Nighthawk asked in a concerned whisper.

"Hehe, that's enough, we don't sleep much, just let these young people rest and rest." The black bear said innocently, but it was full of tenderness and friendship for his comrades.

Nighthawk looked at the black bear gratefully, it was good to have the black bear as an assistant. Just about to pat him on the shoulder.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of wind sounded and struck the Nighthawk at a rapid pace.

Nighthawk's entire body was covered with goosebumps, and the bone-chilling cold quickly hit his body.

Extremely quickly, Nighthawk shrank his head in the middle of nowhere. A whistling arrow whizzed over his head, and with a thud, it drove deep into the walls of the cabin.

Nighthawk broke out in a cold sweat, if he had slowed down just now, he would have become a ghost in another country at this moment.

"Everyone is ready to fight, ready to fight." The panicked Nighthawk shouted.

The soldier, who was still dreaming a second ago, seemed to be a conditioned reflex, and suddenly bounced off the ground, picked up the gun and ran to the window.

Nighthawk crouched down and shouted eagerly, "Squat down for me, they have sharpshooters." ”

Immediately, his eyes looked through the cracks in the wooden house, looking at the approaching dark shadows in the distance.