Chapter 167: Pig Teammates

"Are you okay?"

Gore asked aloud because he already sensed the crisis of the situation.

"Of course not!"

Gordon's speech was a little slurred because his mouth was bleeding.

He couldn't see what was happening in the square, he could only feel the red and golden light flashing behind him.

"I feel like we need to get out of here......"

Gore struggled to hold Gordon's legs, but with his own strength, he couldn't pull a strong man off the ground.

"Pull me up!"

That golden light had already shone through, sweeping Gordon's back and neck, and he felt a lot of warmth, but at this moment, he was scared into a cold sweat, this is definitely the enemy's searchlight to find them, damn it!

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Of course! I'm already struggling. ”

Gore exerted all his strength, then pulled Gordon up less than twenty centimeters, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

The unsuspecting Gordon was completely planted with his head down, and the only thing he could do was to protect his head......

Bang!

A crisp crash came to mind.

"Uh, I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Fortunately, the height was not high, but the impact was not pleasant, and of course, no one could have been well in such a head-down impact.

Dizziness is Gordon's truest feeling, he really doesn't understand why there is such a pig teammate, it's just murder, if it weren't for his own life upgrade, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to stand up now.

But now he didn't seem to have time to complain, because a large number of people began to rush over, those who had belonged to the sleeping soldiers.

Gordon stumbled a little as he walked, holding a protruding piece of gold and climbing towards it, the waterhole was in that direction, and they needed to get out of here quickly.

When he just showed his head in the ruins, what he saw was that the nearest cannon barrel had rotated towards their location, the outer wall of the barrel was flashing with golden lines, and the muzzle of a black hole with a diameter of three meters was aimed directly at Gordon, and Gore, the damn pig teammate, had already run far ahead.

"I curse you!"

No matter what kind of enemy he faced, Gordon didn't fall to this extent, but this time, he really planted it, in the hands of his teammates.

Rumble!!!

The intense shelling was mixed with countless gold chips, which flew out, blasting the entire ruins into the air in an instant.

A desperate figure was interspersed among the countless ruins of gold.

The fierce artillery hit made Gore, who was thinking of galloping, couldn't help but turn his head to look, and he was terrified.

"Forgive me, Captain Gordon, I have to survive to get the word out!"

He couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene again, and the entire ruin was bombed into a big hole.

"Ahem......"

Gordon was buried in gold, he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and the only thing he could be sure of was that he had survived.

His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, his legs were already crushed under the stones, unconscious, and there was a bloody hole in his head, and air was penetrating through a few small holes.

You don't have to think about it to know how bad his current state is.

At the last moment of the shelling, he let go and fell back from the rubble, the shell did not hit him, but this kind of thing did not look like a solid iron bullet of this era at all, but was full of explosive nature, countless gold accompanied by a violent impact, knocked him to the side, fortunately, because of the toughness of the gold and the nature of not being easy to break into small pieces, the main injury he received was a impact injury, not a more serious penetrating injury.

But he is not at all uncomfortable now, and sometimes he does not know whether he should rejoice in his tenacity of vitality or his helplessness, which may mean enduring these pains.

"I knew that a five-star mission couldn't be so simple!"

It's just a simple exploration mission, and I almost gave my life here.

"Serena, okay, isn't my death here?

The chaotic brain always likes to think cranky, but fortunately, those five health points are constantly working, and a steady stream of life force emerges from the body, quickly repairing all kinds of wounds, at a speed that exceeds that of ordinary people, plus the blood of assassins.

He couldn't do anything, his hands were pressed under the gold, and he couldn't even scratch his nose.

Lying down naturally has the advantage of lying here, the cannon roaring outside, the sound of people running is incessant at first, and the ground is constantly shaking, but no one seems to pay attention to him as a dead man, but if nothing else, these people are chasing Gore.

The whole city came to life, but apart from this square, the artillery in the farther places lost its original effect, and the ground energy circuit had long been destroyed in the unknown war.

The army pursued Gore far away, and no sound seemed to be heard in the whole square.

This place could never have been created by those Mayans......

That's what Gordon thinks, but what can he do more than think about it?

As his legs continued to recover, he was able to feel completely suppressed, hands, head.

Happiness has always been Gordon's forte, and at this time, he suddenly thought of his original intention in the first place to find El Dorado, that is, this gold, as long as he has the gold here, he can have everything he wants, in this era of money first.

"An armada across the seas, a palatial manor, a butler, a maid, and a beautiful wife......"

"Well, if possible......"

He thought of the great goals that sometimes flashed through his mind.

Not all people will have a very high ideological consciousness, and generally those who can be enlightened and can strive for it as a lifelong goal are great people in history.

He sometimes thinks that his desire to end this era may be a joke, or that he should serve the British, do all those dirty or bloody reigns, as Burton said, and become the envy of the new aristocracy, and live the life that everyone envies.

As he thought, he couldn't even make a wry smile, he only knew that he might die soon.

"Gold, gold......"

He finally thought of a problem, that is, the ruins that held him down were not simple ruins, but a precious metal, gold!

And it seems that this kind of thing can be converted into gold coins by its own system. But what he was thinking about now was not how to get the gold coins, but how to get himself out of trouble through this.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one now, all the attention was on Gore, and Gordon silently thought in his heart: "Change!"