In the loud sound of antique gunpowder pistols with many faults but huge power, Han Jianfei and a dozen hunters quickly tore open the encirclement and joined Genzhizi in the circle.

The hunters around Genchiko have all died, and only she is still resisting stubbornly, her left arm hanging down at her side, as if injured, the braid that has been tied to her head for many years has also been cut open, and her hair is scattered, mixed with blood and sweat, sticking to her cheeks.

At this time, her whole body was already covered in blood, and she didn't know if it was her own or those marauders.

Han Jianfei suddenly felt a little sorry for this tenacious girl.

He changed into a cartridge of bullets and walked up to the girl: "Take you back first." ”

"Hmm."

Han Jianfei turned around, held the hilt of the knife, and was surrounded by the hunters who gathered in, protecting Gen Zhizi in the circle.

A marauder rushed over and was directly shot in the forehead by Han Jianfei, and he was killed.

The marauders had never seen such a strange way of death, and for a moment they did not dare to rush forward.

Han Jifei raised his pistol and pointed it at another marauder.

A gunshot rang out, and the marauder, who was clearly a small boss, was shot in the eye, fell from the beast, and died instantly.

Seeing that this strange man just pointed at the strange thing in his hand, and after a loud noise, someone died tragically on the spot, even if these marauders were accustomed to seeing blood, and they were all afraid of death, they were also a little afraid.

"He's the devil!" Someone shouted hysterically, "He can kill with a curse!" ”

The voice stopped abruptly, and the person who shouted was pointed at the strange weapon in the hand of the "devil", and after a loud noise that made everyone tremble, his throat was pierced by the devil's curse, and blood gushed out through his fingers covering the wound, and he could only lie in the dirt, twitching and making a "lotus" sound, and soon stopped moving.

Such a terrifying sight made the marauders begin to retreat.

A low horn suddenly sounded in the north, which relieved everyone—whether it was a marauder or a hunter of the two clans—and the marauder who stood in front of Han Jianfei seemed to be suddenly freed, turned over and rode on the war beast, pulled the reins, and retreated as if fleeing.

After nearly an hour of fighting, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the marauders finally began to retreat.

The hunters defending the city also let out a sigh of relief and sat down in the blood-soaked dirt.

In this battle, the hunters paid for twelve lives, but killed ten times their own marauders.

This was an almost impossible task in the past.

The first wave of defenders was quickly replaced, and Genchiko was also taken to the shaman to bandage his wounds, compared to the hunters who breathed a sigh of relief, Han Jianfei looked at the retreating marauders in the distance, but his heart was not so relaxed.

Even with the loss of hundreds of men in a row in the past few days, the Marauders still had nearly a thousand riders, and they just hadn't encountered such a difficult bone, but if the leader wasn't stupid, he should be able to think of a countermeasure quickly.

The defensive line has just experienced an impact, and no one dares to guarantee whether this improvised wall will be able to withstand the next attack.

Kuria saw Han Jianfei, who had been silent, and handed over a leather bag containing water.

Han Jianfei thanked him, took the water bag and took a sip.

"Questions?" The leader of the hunters found that the man in front of him, who had performed miracles with two tribes, seemed to be preoccupied.

"If the marauders don't withdraw," Han Jianfei returned the water bag to him, "I'm not too worried yet, but now that they've withdrawn, I always wonder if there's something wrong with us." ”

The leader of the hunters thought for a moment and said, "Are you worried that they have any backs?" ”

"Our wall can prevent them from storming with war beasts; Also, lacking long-range attacks, leaving the beasts, and the Marauders are not as capable as our hunters, I shouldn't have any concerns, but I always feel that things are not that simple. ”

Han Jianfei looked at the pistol on his waist, he still had more than forty rounds of ammunition in his hand, in the previous raid, it was all thanks to the deterrence of this pistol that he was able to break into the encirclement and rescue Zhizi.

Once the bullets are gone, the pistol will be a pile of scrap metal, if not as good as scrap metal.

Han Jianfei suddenly heard a familiar voice, a voice that was enough to make every soldier who had experienced the test of blood and fire on the battlefield creepy.

The sound was a bit like a flute, a little like a whistle, and his body realized the source of the sound before his brain, and subconsciously shouted to the second-echelon hunters patrolling the wall: "Lie down!" ”

Then, with a sharp hand far beyond his limits, he grabbed the leader of the hunters by the neck and pushed him to the ground.

The sound grew closer, and it was only then that the name of a weapon far surpassed the civilization of the seamount flashed through his mind.

"Mortar!" His shouts were drowned out by the loud blast of the old 60-millimeter mortar, which had no chance of hitting the wall, and after going over the fence, only one house was destroyed.

Recently, his thinking has been stuck in the era of civilization in which Haishan lived, and when faced with thousands of predators, he subconsciously equated them with primitive civilization.

However, even a small tribe like the Hedong tribe can take out an antique pistol as an "ancient artifact", so it is impossible for the marauder tribe with more than a thousand warriors to survive by plundering other tribes without a treasure at the bottom of the box.

It's just that it seems that in their past plundering careers, they rarely used this kind of "artifact", so they haven't fully mastered the art of aiming.

But the second shell followed, and this time the marauders were lucky, the shell landed exactly on the outside of the wall, and the huge explosion tore a rift more than two meters wide in a section of the wall.

When the roar of the explosion dissipated, Han Jianfei, who was lying behind the wall, stood up, didn't care about patting the dirt on his hair, pulled Kuriya up, and shouted to the hunters who were stupid by the explosion falling from the sky: "Prepare to fight!" ”

"What's that!" Looking at the gap in the wall, Kuria was also stupefied.

"Mortar!" Han Jianfei patted the hunter leader's somewhat numb face as he did to the recruits who had just entered the battlefield, "Wake up quickly, let your people prepare for battle, the enemy will come over soon!" ”

Seeing the black crushing beasts in the distance, Kuria finally came to his senses and gathered the helpless hunters to prepare for the battle.

Another cannonball flew overhead with the sound of a death horn and landed in the clearing of the village, and the blast sent the two names of the village flying.

"Meteorites! Meteorite! The old shaman not far away shouted to Han Jianfei in a hoarse and shriveled voice, "Ominous person! It is you who bring war, pain and death! ”

Looking at the frightened and uneasy eyes of the surrounding villagers, Han Jianfei shook his head.

No, if this continues, everyone's morale will be completely eroded, and that mortar must be dealt with!

Completely ignoring the old shaman who was shattering the curse on the side, Han Jianfei pulled Yuan Zhizi, who had just bandaged his wounds: "Can you still fight?" ”

Looking at his anxious gaze, Genchiko nodded.

"Don't reserve anymore, pull everyone out and plug that gap!" Han Jianfei briefly explained, "I'll get rid of that cannon." ”

"Okay." The barefoot girl nodded cleanly as usual.

"Let's go," Yuan Chongling, an old patriarch in leather armor, walked out of the back room, "We'll guard this place." ”

"Patriarch!" The old shaman shouted hysterically, "This man has the rancid smell of death in him, and he will lead us all to death!" ”

"Old Mama," said Genchiko, "if it weren't for them, we would have died by the knives of those guys outside." ”

The old shaman wanted to say something, but the old patriarch waved his hand: "If there is anything, let's talk about it when we win the war." ”

After speaking, he nodded to Han Jianfei: "Go ahead." ”

Another cannonball fell and smashed into the river to the west, making a huge splash.

"Tell everyone not to be afraid, it's a weapon, and the marauders don't know how to use it." Han Jianfei said to Yuan Chongling's father and daughter.

After speaking, Han Jianfei ran directly to the river.

"He's not going to run away." A hunter said subconsciously.

"No, it won't." Genchiko shook her head, "If he wanted to run, he would have run a long time ago." ”

The Marauders' vanguard was closing in on the wall, and time was running out for them to think about it.

Han Jianfei jumped into the river without hesitation, swimming against the river and swimming north in the night.

More than ten years after retiring, he never imagined that one day, as he did back then, he would have to carry out such a "suicide" special operations mission.

The difference is that this time the enemy is a primitive tribe with strong individual force, but no technical equipment.

In the icy river, Han Jianfei suddenly thought that if one day, his experience was written into a story and shown to many familiar and strange people, when they saw that he was only carrying a pistol and more than 40 rounds of ammunition, in a primitive war, swimming two kilometers to finish off the enemy's mortar position, what an absurd and magical scene it would be.

The shouting and killing sound in front of him and the cold river made him realize that this was the reality.

There is no battlefield support, no information, no weapons and equipment, deep into hostile territory, and this is what his White Mountain is doing all the time.

He even misses this life a little.

While swimming, Han Jianfei always paid attention to the movement overhead, and after the marauders' gunners fired two more shells, he finally determined the position of the position.

It was a low dirt slope behind the marauders' camp, and the marauders had no idea of the role of the anticline position, so they deployed the launch position on the slope facing the battlefield without cover.

Han Jianfei continued to swim a little further, touching the top of the slope from the other side of the low slope.

Looking down from the top of the slope, more than a hundred meters away from his position, two marauders were rustily using a small-caliber mortar, with two boxes full of shells by his side, and if he had an automatic rifle in his hand at this time, he could easily deal with everyone in the position.

But he only had a pistol.

The pistol that the old patriarch Yuan gave him was a high-powered pistol used to hunt large animals, and at this distance, as long as he could hit the enemy, there was a high probability of killing with one shot.

But hitting a target more than 100 meters away with a pistol, and at a distance of about 100 meters, is really a bit too magical.

Han Jianfei thought about it and decided to give it a try.