Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Chu Xiaodao went out to assist the demon hunting group.

Zhao Fei and the others stayed at home, and could only look at the small vent.

Under Zhao Guohong's arrangement, people lifted a boxy iron lump from the big truck of the Flying Demon Hunting Regiment, about the size of a dinner table, with a wrist-thick iron cable attached to it, and a specially made shackle attached to the other end.

This thing is specially equipped to deal with bird monsters, people call it "falling demon iron", in which the iron lump has a drill bit on it, which can be drilled into the ground like a well, and firmly fixed to the earth.

In the shackles, there is a trap that is used to place the bait.

When the youkai pounces on its prey, it will be caught, and it will never be able to fly again.

Not only that, but the shackles are specially made, and poison can be added to them, and when they are roasted, they will be automatically injected into their bodies.

The Demon Iron was fixed not far from Grandma Zhao's house, where there were several pieces of flat land, and the surrounding area was a little higher, which was a very favorable combat terrain.

Xiao Jian was fully armed at this time, with a knife in his hand, a dagger pinned to his leg, and an M16 automatic rifle on his shoulder.

Now the official control of guns is relatively relaxed, and the registered demon hunting group can legally match guns, but the threat of guns to monsters is not great, especially high-level demons.

The muscles of the monster are very strange, and when they are soft, a needle can penetrate them, but under the nourishment of qi and blood full of spiritual power, they are harder than the ceramic fibers used to make body armor, and ordinary firearms can't get into it at all.

And the user's physical fitness is too weak, and in the face of agile youkai, I'm afraid I won't be able to hit it.

Therefore, people want to improve themselves, as long as they become bloodline warriors, they can use the power of bloodline to drive spirit soldiers and easily break through the monster defense.

Ordinary thermal weapons can only be used to deal with some demons, and they are very expensive, a bullet costs more than a dozen yuan, usually not used to hunt demons, but to deal with people.

The Flying Demon Hunter Regiment has an automatic rifle in his hand, which looks majestic, but it is actually a strong outsider.

A truly strong demon hunter only needs to bring his own spirit soldiers, and other bells and whistles are just a burden.

It's a pity that the people in Zhaojiagou don't have much knowledge, otherwise they would definitely have to retreat when they see this situation.

"Brothers, it's still the old rule, I call it to fight before fighting, if the monster is too strong, retreat, and at a critical juncture, you can let those people be cannon fodder to delay time. Xiao Jian took advantage of the villagers to put the bait and quietly told his companions.

Zhao Guohong's side, everything had been arranged last night, but he didn't say anything on the spot, he slowly greeted Chu Xiaodao and the others, tied up the fat pig as bait, and looked in the direction of the village entrance from time to time.

Why hasn't the dead cripple come yet?

Damn, it can't be cowardice.

Seeing that everything was about to be prepared, Zhao Guohong became more and more anxious.

At this time, Sun Pingjiang came.

He was even thinner than some time ago, and he seemed to be about to be crushed against the exaggerated giant sword.

Zhao Guohong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly trotted up, and said with a warm smile: "Teacher Sun, why are you here?"

Sun Pingjiang looked around and saw Xiao Jian and the others, his brows furrowed slightly: "Come and have a look." ”

Zhao Guohong clapped his hands excitedly, gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "Teacher Sun is really benevolent and righteous, with you on the horse, Snow Eagle is not a problem!"

Sun Pingjiang didn't like Zhao Guohong very much, but he didn't like Chu Xiaodao either, so he didn't go over to talk to him, so he found a place to hide.

The preparations were quickly completed, and everyone began to hide, and some villagers, who were afraid of death, dug directly to bury themselves, leaving only a bamboo pipe to maintain breathing.

To be honest, slaying demons is a matter of their, if the Flying Demon Hunting Group can't kill Snow Eagle, it's a big deal for them to leave Zhaojiagou, it's better to save their lives first.

Zhao Fei hid in the house and asked Zhao Xingwu, who was watching, "How is it?

Zhao Xingwu retreated excitedly: "No, but Teacher Sun is here, this time he will definitely be able to kill the Snow Eagle!"

Zhao Fei leaned in, just in time to see people hiding separately, and couldn't help muttering: "It's really strange." ”

Jing Wenting also stood aside: "What's strange?"

"You look at their distribution, all the members of the demon hunting group, with the demon iron as the center, formed an encirclement, this is relatively normal, after all, they are the main force. The key problem is that Zhao Guohong arranged all his people to be around the members of the demon hunting group, but let the villagers find a place to hide by themselves, which is very unreasonable. ”

Jing Wenting didn't understand, squeezed up to take a look, and asked, "What's unreasonable?"

"The members of the demon hunting group are the main force, once the fight starts, wouldn't it be very dangerous to follow them? Zhao Guohong left the danger to his own people, but did not restrain the villagers, is he stupid? Or do you think that our people in Zhaojiagou are so noble that they will rush up to fight without being persecuted?"

Jing Wenting's face became worse and worse, and he clenched his fists anxiously: "What the hell is he doing, Lao Chu won't be in danger, right?"

Zhao Fei couldn't understand it, but he just felt that something was wrong.

"Let's take a look. ”

"Yes. ”

Maybe it was because the prey was not caught yesterday, and the morning passed, and the snow eagle still did not come.

Fortunately, people expected this situation and brought dry food with them, so that they could quietly eat two bites to pad their stomachs, so that they would not be hungry and weak, otherwise when the snow eagle appeared, the combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

The two villagers who buried themselves in the soil were hungry until three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and finally they couldn't bear it anymore and tentatively showed their heads.

They were about to eat something, but Snow Eagle happened to appear.

The white clouds are long, and the elegant figure is from far and near.

The two villagers were so frightened that they threw soil on their heads when they lay down, and drilled into the pit like marmots.

In an instant, in addition to the wind, only the fat pig that was used as bait was left in the entire Zhaojiagou, screaming from time to time.

The snow eagle came to the sky above Zhaojiagou, hovering quietly and quietly, as if looking down on the god of death.

As the minutes passed, the snow eagle had no interest in the fat pigs that people had prepared for it, and had no interest in culling them at all.

Zhao Fei lay on the vent, pounded the wall and scolded: "Grass, is this dog so cunning?"

People gradually lost confidence that Snow Eagle had seen through the trap and that everything it had done was useless.

Is it really only to leave Zhaojiagou?

Let's not talk about the inseparability of leaving the homeland, let's talk about the truth, everyone has a house and land here, if you go to other places, you are a real refugee, can your life be guaranteed?

Although no one spoke, Zhaojiagou seemed to be filled with a kind of sadness.

"Well, who is that?"

Zhao Fei kept looking at the snow eagle in the sky, and Leng Buding suddenly found that a figure was running towards the falling demon iron.

"Brute, return my grandson!"

Grandma Zhao came to the side of the falling demon iron, untied the mechanism that triggered the shackles, put it on herself, and pointed at the snow eagle in the sky and roared: "My wife is not afraid of you, come, come at me!"

The inspiring shouts echoed in Zhaojiagou.

Chu Xiaodao hid in the canal covered by stone slabs, and when he heard the voice, he immediately poked his head out, stared at his red eyes, gritted his teeth and scolded: "You dead old woman, come over to Lao Tzu!"

Grandma Zhao glanced at him and suddenly laughed.

She laughed as she pleased, laughed unscrupulously, laughed wildly and presumptuously, and laughed until she burst into tears.

The laughter soared into the sky, colliding with the high-pitched whistling of the snow eagle, shaking the white clouds apart, revealing a clear blue sky, as if God had opened his eyes.