I asked Lao Zhong, how many bullets are left now? Lao Zhong threw away the duffel bag on his shoulder, took out two*, and said that I had two left*, which added up to less than thirty rounds. I turned my gaze to Ge Zhuang again, the bullet was divided equally between him and Lao Zhong, who knew that Ge Zhuang pouted and said Look at what I am doing, I only have two rounds left.

The situation is a bit unpleasant, the two shotguns combined are less than thirty rounds of ammunition, although Scar still has a pistol on his body, but he is only equipped with one* in total, no one thought that there would be so many dangers in the grave.

Lao Zhong said that it doesn't matter, fat man, you help me hold the lamp, give it a try, if the bullet still can't hurt it, you can only copy the guy hand-to-hand combat. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, in fact, we all have little confidence in our hearts, Lao Zhong has been on the battlefield, hand-to-hand combat is a strong point, but no matter how thick a person's arm is, it can't twist the monster's thigh.

So the gun in Lao Zhong's hand has now become everyone's last hope.

Ge Zhuang unscrewed the remaining flashlights, turned back to Chen Yun and said, "Big sister, turn on all the flashlights and shoot them out at the gate." ”

The closer the light source is to the irradiated object, the more details of the light source will be restored, if only one flashlight is used, the focal length will inevitably shift to a certain extent, everyone plays the flashlight lighting together, the details of the light source will be more concentrated, which is also the reason why there will be so many lights in the hospital operating room, add a few more flashlights, you can point out the clearest position for the old clock.

Everyone held up their flashlights and shone on the side of the arched stone door, so many light sources converged to dissipate the shadow left by the monster, but the old clock had already locked its position, and it was impossible to judge it without a shadow.

I held the flashlight for half a minute, I didn't hear the gunshot, looked down, the old clock put the * of the shotgun on the shoulder, has been constantly adjusting the position, this time the shooting is particularly difficult, the target that needs to be aimed at and the muzzle is not on the same level, it needs to go through accurate physical calculations.

However, Lao Zhong was dragged to the battlefield in Vietnam at the age of sixteen, and the experience of playing with guns is not something that we people can imagine, after a few aiming, Lao Zhong fixed in one direction and did not move, from my point of view, I found that his forehead was full of sweat, and the whole person was motionless there, like a wooden stake, his hands were very steady, and even his breathing stopped.

The place he aimed at was the black stone pillar in the middle of the stone tower, the surface of the stone pillar was curved, and the angle could be used to adjust the trajectory of the bullet design, although the method that Ge Zhuang said could work in theory, but whether it was effective in reality depended on the actual operation of the old clock.

Bang!

The old bell aimed at the same position for more than ten seconds, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and the firing pin in the chamber of the gun pressed the bullet, and the "whoosh" burst onto the black stone pillar at once, and then a spark appeared, and the bullet jumped to another place, but the speed was too fast to be distinguished with the naked eye.

Smack!

0.1 seconds later, I saw a black shadow pop out and hide in the depths of the Black Tower at a very fast speed. ”

"Be careful, it shouldn't have hit, but the bullet hit it, I guess this monster was scared away!" The old bell stood up with his gun in hand, and rushed into the stone tower with me, and stepped over the arched stone door again, the monster was gone, and the flashlight on the ground scattered a dazzling bright light, reflecting the tower wall very brightly.

There are black boulders on all sides, completely devoid of edges and corners, and we cannot think of how these black stones are polished so smooth and smooth by the craftsmanship of ancient times, and there are no chisel marks on the flat stone walls, but the bluestone pillars that stand in the middle of the stone tower are full of strange and bright murals.

The content on the mural should belong to some kind of sacrificial ritual, but most of it has been dried and corrupted, and it has not been preserved by the erosion of time, Chen Yun carefully bypassed the nine coffins and walked to the stone pillar, I saw her stop for a long time, and quickly walked up and asked her what she saw?

Chen Yun pointed to the murals left on the two bluestone pillars, and said, Do you think the content on the murals is familiar?

I thought of something, and hurriedly asked Chen Yun to turn over the notebook he was carrying, turned over the yellowed pages, and found the eighth mural in the Niuzigou tomb, comparing the stone pillars, and the scenes on the two murals were very similar.

The pattern left on the stone pillar is a picture of countless warriors in ancient times holding spears and stone axes, fighting with many alien monsters, one of the smaller murals depicts a young warrior with a bronze sword in his hand, and a monster with a human head and a snake body, the bronze sword in his hand killed the snake man, the long sword is raised, and the snake man is pierced, the bronze muscles are vivid in the mural, and the armor on the top of the head covers most of the face, plus the mural is blurry, and the appearance is not clear, But this heroic side is still portrayed very vividly.

There are more than a dozen murals, only this one Pakistani soldier is wearing armor, and the same people around him are basically bare-armed, Chen Yun stopped in front of this mural for a long time, his eyes were a little complicated, and he muttered softly, "Aguman, Aguman...... Pakistani god of war, you have done everything to protect Pakistan, and what did you get in the end? Is it your honor to be buried at the feet of the Emperor? ”

I feel that Chen Yun's appearance is a little strange at the moment, as if she has taken her soul away, and her eyes are immersed in the scene of the heroic Pakistani warrior killing the alien monster in this mural, and I can't help but nudge her gently, "Do you know the name of the person on the mural, Aguman is this warrior?" Why did you watch it for so long? ”

Chen Yun was stunned for a moment, woke up from her trance, and said "Ah", have I stood here for a long time? Ge Zhuang smiled and said Big sister, you shouldn't be fascinated by the people on this mural, right? It's no wonder that the handsome face on the mural is only three points inferior to the fat man, and it is a lot more energetic than the little pumpkin.

My face darkened, and I said fatty, can you stop being so narcissistic, blind people can see that I am more handsome than you!

Chen Yun said don't quarrel, this person's name is Aguman, he is the god of war of Ba in ancient times, and he is also the tribal leader whose status is second only to Di Jun and the high priest, which is equivalent to the role of the general of the town country in later generations, if Ba Guo did not destroy the clan, he would be the first of the next Di Jun.

I said, where did you see so much? Is it strange for Chen Yun to say? I have been studying the culture of Cuban Shu, and I am naturally very familiar with this ancient civilization, and the content on these murals is the reason for the decline and eventual destruction of Cuba. They come from the abyss, and the decline of the country of Pakistan is not because of the Qin Dynasty, but because of the long history, it has been fighting against such abyss monsters.