In fact, there are many things in the world that cannot be explained......

For example, where did the rumbling sound come from this time, Uncle Biao also showed a blank look when he heard it.

Although Uncle Biao later said that it was just a simple underground crustal movement, but from his expression, I could understand that this thing may not be so simple!

At about two o'clock in the morning, Xiao Liu replaced Fan Ping and me, who were cold and sleepy, and then the two of us quickly got into the car and went to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but I was woken up by the loading of a gun and some slight noise, and found that Uncle Biao, Xiaohua and others looked serious, and ran out with guns.

My brain froze for a moment, and I came to my senses, this is the rhythm of things?

I squinted and looked outside, just five or six meters ahead, Uncle Biao's brothers were already prostrate on the ground.

Some were holding guns, some were dragging daggers, and they were all looking straight ahead anyway, and it was obvious that the taste was very wrong.

When I walked out with my cat on my waist, Xiao Liu pushed me down and asked me if I could shoot?

"No!" I replied crisply.

Because I didn't hit the pangolin at such a close distance last time, after that, it brought me a great psychological barrier, and this thing can't be strong, it will be will, it won't be not, otherwise it will harm others and yourself.

"Do you know how to bandage your wounds?" Xiao Liu asked again.

This time I nodded, saying it was okay.

Xiao Liu handed me a roll of gauze and hemostatic cream, and then told me that Sandanzi had been shot! Tell me to check it out.

I asked: What is the situation?

Xiao Liu didn't answer, and waved his hand to signal me to go quickly.

Bandaging was originally Lao Jia's job, but he is gone, and I can only take over.

The part of the shot was in the calf, and there was a wound the size of a coin, and it was gurgling and bleeding.

I turned my calf over again, and there was no scar on the other side, and it looked like the bullet had been left in the calf.

Although I don't know how to shoot, I also know a little bit about the number of gunshot wounds, and if the bullet is not removed, in this bad place, let alone save the leg, once infected, the whole life will not be saved.

About ten minutes later, there was still no movement in front, Xiao Liu was still not at ease, so he called a guy to go to the front to investigate, and ran to Sandanzi's side to inquire about the situation.

The three eggs were obviously in pain, their teeth were squeaking, and the green muscles on their faces were jumping high.

Xiao Liu also checked the wound again, said that my inference was correct, and decided to take the bullet out.

After a shot of anesthetic, I called the flashlight closer, patted Sandanzi's leg, and held a pair of tweezers to the wound.

After a while, a metal ball with blood stains appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

After I put hemostatic cream on Sandanzi's leg, I quickly bandaged the wound, wrapped it in layers of gauze, but it didn't take a few seconds to stain it red, and then I wrapped it in about a dozen layers.

The three eggs endured the pain and asked me, is this making mummies?

I smiled awkwardly.

Uncle Biao leaned over, picked up the metal projectile and looked at it, and said with a gloomy face, there is something wrong with this bullet.

I took it and looked at it, and I did see something weird.

I saw that the guys were using the same Blackstar 54 pistol as Uncle Sangun, because this gun was in circulation on the black market back then.

The black heart 54 uses a 7.62mm bullet, which belongs to the more powerful pistol bullet, and this metal projectile is obviously different from our bullet.

Where did this bullet come from?

I passed the metal projectile to several guys in turn, and they all said they didn't know the warhead.

Fan Ping said on the side that he had seen a foreigner invent a high-pressure air gun in a magazine, and the starting power of the gun was a high-pressure air bag, and the bullet was made of this kind of steel ball iron ball. Moreover, this kind of gun has a low sound when fired, which is easy to carry, and can still cause the same power as a bullet within the effective distance.

In the end, this bullet passed into the hands of Xiao Liu, who learned firearms maintenance and knew more or less about it.

This guy looked at it, frowned, and stammered: "It's not quite right, this doesn't seem to be the kind of high-pressure air gun that Fan Ping said......"

When we were about to ask what it was, Xiao Liu didn't seem to mean to continue, but put the bullet flat on the stone on the ground, and then picked up a stone and stabbed it hard.

In an instant, the metal projectile was directly flattened.

Xiao Liu picked up the flattened bullet at this time, looked at it carefully, and then said: "I have also heard of the kind of gun that Brother Fan said, although it is rare in China, but there is indeed this kind of gun, but the bullet of the high-pressure air gun is very extreme, either for the lead bullet of the shooting distance, or for the penetrating steel ball, and this is an iron bullet......

Uncle Biao couldn't help it at this time, and scolded: "When is it, don't popularize science, let's talk about the point." ”

Xiao Liu was probably frightened by Uncle Biao, took the bullet in his hand, and stammered, "This...... This...... It seems like...... Be...... Fire Hammer ...... Gun...... Punched out ......"

The fucking question is, how did a bullet from a musket gun hit the three eggs of this era?

This matter was finally asked to Uncle Biao, and Uncle Biao was also pale, saying that he would give us the results tomorrow, because he also had to think.

When Uncle Biao walked into the tent, I always felt that he didn't know what the problem was, but was thinking about how to make up words to fool us.

Of course, I can also think about the good things, such as what Uncle Biao is thinking about what he can and can't say, or what he has to avoid in order to explain clearly.

At this time, the guy who was exploring the way in front ran back and said that the guys were gone, leaving a lot of footprints on the ground, and they were at least a few of them.

Xiao Liu was probably shocked after hearing this, so he brought a few people and said that he would go over and have a look.

I also followed, and my heart said, those guys have fucking crossed over, this is going against the rhythm of the sky!

In fact, from less than 50 meters from the place of our convoy, many footprints could be found on the ground as soon as the flashlight shone it.

Although these footprints are dense, if you look closely, you can also find patterns.

Xiao Liu pointed to the neat row of footprints leaning against the rock formation, and then pointed to a footprint stuck in the sand, and from the analysis of the traces left, it goes without saying that these footprints are all very thin, they should be the footprints of people in the Qing Dynasty!

These words were like a bomb that cracked in the big guys......

Everyone said that it was impossible, and asked him to make it clear that he would not be so frightening.

Xiao Liu pointed to an arc-shaped footprint on the ground, and the reason was very simple.

Xiao Liu's grandfather collected a set of Qing Dynasty soldiers' outfits, and later Xiao Liu saw them when he grew up.

At that time, the soldiers at the end of the Qing Dynasty wore that kind of cloth shoes, because they had to march and fight, so the cloth shoes that were already small were smaller than the ones they usually worn, so they were not easy to fall off. In other words, people who usually wear 40 shoes correspond to cloth shoes that are 39 sizes, and in order to facilitate marching and fighting, they become wearing 38 sizes. In addition, the characters of people in that period were not high, and the shoe size on the corresponding feet would be smaller, so when walking, it is easy to distinguish a small footprint on one foot.

It's true that when I was a child, I also wore cloth shoes, and after buying cloth shoes that usually corresponded to the size, I always dropped my heel when I wore them.

Now Xiao Liu said, in our opinion, it really looks like that.