People were reluctant to leave, and Zhiqing had no idea for a while, so he had to order a group of people to quickly pick up the messy tents. I put together a little usable item, and I can't continue to live here, and I have to find a new place to stay.

The staff were busy, and the three porters were also helping.

During the break, One-Eye held the hairpin in his hand, and as if he had made up his mind, he put the hairpin in his pocket. After snorting a mouthful of thick phlegm, the one-eyed glanced at Zhiqing and them with a fierce light, then stretched out his rough hand, grabbed the grass beside him, crushed it vigorously, and said to the two partners: "Do it tomorrow morning." ”

The middle-aged porter understood, smiled and nodded.

The young porter was unconscious and opened his mouth wide. Confused, look at this, look at that.

"If you don't understand, it's up to me to do whatever you want." One-eyed didn't bother to explain to him, and threw down this sentence that made the young porter feel inexplicable, so he vigorously slammed the silk thatch in his hand on the ground, and lifted his foot and rubbed it vigorously before leaving the place.

That night, Zhiqing had a terrible nightmare, in the dream, a fierce big dog, baring Bai Sensen's teeth, pounced on him one by one. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't get rid of it, so frightened that he shouted out of his dream.

In the early hours of the morning, the mountains and forests were still shrouded in a light veil-like mist, and Zhiqing's habit of getting up early was unchanged, he had to get up and kick his legs and bend over.

The others were still not fully awake from their lazy dreams, and One-Eyed came to Zhiqing's tent first, carrying a sharp machete in his hand. When he opened the curtain of the tent, the corners of his mouth showed a fierce wolf-like smile.

He looked at Xiao Wang, who was curled up in his sleeping bag and had misty eyes, "Ah...... What are you doing? Xiao Wang was in pain, and subconsciously covered his neck gushing out of blood and shouted. The bloody slaughter finally broke out, and every cubic meter of the entire station was filled with a tyrannical and bloody atmosphere.

The one-eyed face was gloomy, and the one-eyed shot a grim and vicious terrifying light, and continued to raise the machete and cut it down......

Xiao Wang turned over and got up, pulled up the sleeping bag and threw it on One-Eye's body, endured the pain and ran out with the blood flowing like a painful injury...... Blood lines rained down his neck.

At this very moment, the middle-aged porter was also attacking another tent.

The young porter watched the horrific bloody scene, and he was stunned.

The machete did not kill people at once, and the people who were ambushed in the station ran out of the tent with blood all over and shouted for help.

The cry for help alarmed Zhiqing, who was moving his body on the periphery, and he ran back in a panic, and his mouth opened wide in shock by the scene in front of him.

"Team Chen, run......" the young porter suddenly shouted at him. And he lifted the machete in his hand and ran to the one-eyed side.

Seeing that the young porter turned against the water, he was angry, and after cleaning up the people he had dealt with, he picked up a machete to cut the young porter.

The middle-aged porter was red-eyed, looking at the staff who were crawling on the ground covered in blood, feeling so satisfied and excited. is the same person, why does he want to turn an ox into a horse to be a coolie, and these so-called cultural people should be like the master, talk nonsense to them, and enslave them like cattle. Kick, slash, kick slash. Blood stained the weeds on the ground, and cries of pleading and despair were heard endlessly.

Zhiqing didn't run, he ran into Lao Zhang's tent and looked for the shotgun......

One-eyed easily left the young porter down, and picked up the machete in one hand and came in the direction of Zhiqing with a fierce momentum.

When One-Eye passed by Lao Zhang's side, he was caught up by Lao Zhang, who had already fainted and woken up, and suddenly hugged his legs, and shouted at Zhiqing: "Captain, run ......" A knife arc crossed, a line of blood red emerged from Lao Zhang's neck, and his hand still hugged One-Eye's leg, but his head and neck were separated.

"Lao Zhang......" Zhiqing shouted, raising his shotgun and shooting at One-eyed.

'Huh' A bullet shot into One-Eye's shoulder blade, and this guy didn't stop moving forward as if he had been hit by the bullet's shot, but ran towards Zhiqing with a very fast pace.

The second bullet shot out, hitting the one-eyed knee, and a blood blister came out of the knee, his body trembled slightly, his right leg was injured, and his left leg still stubbornly moved forward.

Just as Zhiqing was about to shoot at One-Eye again, the middle-aged porter who killed the red-eyed suddenly attacked from behind, and a machete slashed at his back with unmistakable accuracy.

A tingling pain caused Zhiqing's body to bend like a shrimp, but the shotgun in his hand fired a third bullet again. Unfortunately, because of his bent body, the bullet he fired did not align with the crosshairs, and was shot at the one-eyed foot and neck.

The middle-aged porter's machete was raised again, and Zhiqing reversed his shooting posture, struggling to raise the butt of the gun and smash it at the middle-aged man's head.

The machete and the butt of the gun collided in space, and the elbows of the two sides were numb to each other, and the butt of the gun was firmly held in Zhiqing's hand, and with a gust of wind, he smashed all his strength on the porter's head.

The middle-aged porter's body swayed, falling at Zhiqing's feet like a wall.

At this time, One-Eye was already limping and pounced, giving Zhiqing a close distance.

It is certainly unrealistic to raise a gun and shoot, and the only way to do this is hand-to-hand combat.

Zhiqing once taught himself some simple grappling, but the other party was holding a machete with a cold light in his hand, and he still had the strength of a village man.

The shotgun carried the machete that resisted the one-eyed, and the two were evenly matched, both of them were injured, and they fought for their own strength......

Because he worships Zhiqing, the young porter tries to stop the madness of One-Eyed with his own strength. But after all, his body was too thin, and he was finally stabbed off by the murderous one-eye.

At this moment, he slowly woke up, and what greeted him was a blood-red, just a few feet away from him, Captain Chen and One-Eye were fighting hand-to-hand. Shotguns and machetes against ......

One-eyed was thinking about the money bag on Zhiqing's waist.

Zhiqing wanted to avenge the resident staff.

A machete.

A shotgun is so deadlocked.

Neither of them noticed that the young porter, moving his bloodied and broken body, was slowly crawling towards him.

Step by step, inch by inch, overlapping images appeared in the young porter's mind. The first thing that comes to mind is Zhiqing's amiable smile, serving him vegetables, and giving him meticulous care. What came to mind again was the scene of the Wild Boar Ridge, where One-Eyed desperately let him escape from death.

Zhiqing held a shotgun in his hand and confronted the one-eyed machete with all his heart.

One-eyed is bound to want to take down the piece of fat in front of him, peeking at it for a long time, as long as he puts the other party to death, then the money bag on the other party's waist will belong to him. He can take the money home and buy new clothes for his three daughters and a beautiful hairpin.

In One-Eye's mind, there is constantly a person urging him, controlling his thinking; kept babbling in his ear; Kill this person, hurry up, what are you still hesitating about, kill! Hurry up and kill!

Just when One-Eye did his best, opened Zhiqing's shotgun, raised the machete in his hand and prepared to kill him with one move. From behind him, there was a cold wind mixed with a touch of murderous aura, and it slashed at him......