Years of life and death have made Ah Chong unusually sensitive to the things around him. Although it was still quiet inside and outside the tent, Ah Chong faintly felt that the atmosphere around him was a little unusual.

His instincts told him: someone was approaching!

Ah Chong gently picked up the iron drill on the ground.

The tent door was suddenly opened, and a figure wrapped in a snowflake rolled in, slamming into Ah Chong quickly.

Ah Chong hurriedly retreated sideways, avoiding the attack of the incoming people.

As soon as the man got close, he showed the dog-legged scimitar in his hand, slashing, chopping, and stabbing, and the moves were all aimed at Ah Chong's vital point.

In the narrow space, the iron drill in Ah Chong's hand could not be used at all, so he could only barely use it for self-protection, and was slowly forced to a corner of the tent by the Gurkha mercenaries.

The Gurkha mercenary couldn't attack for a long time, and his heart began to be impatient, and he was hit by the iron drill in the wrist without paying attention, this time the force was not light, and the Gurkha mercenary's wrist bones seemed to be broken, and he grinned in pain, and the dog-legged scimitar also fell to the ground.

Who knew that this person was very brave, suffered a big loss and did not advance but retreated, muttered in his mouth, pounced on him, and knocked Ah Chong on the tent at once. Ah Chong kicked him in the lower abdomen, and the man staggered back with his stomach in his hands.

Ah Chong was about to get up, when he suddenly sneered behind his back, and a sharp blade pierced the thick yurt and directly penetrated the leather jacket on his shoulder.

Ah Chong turned the iron drill upside down, and thrust his backhand back, only to hear a muffled snort outside, and the sneak attacker seemed to have been stabbed by him.

This sudden knife gave the Gurkha mercenaries who stormed the tent a chance to breathe, and he endured the sharp pain in his lower abdomen, picked up the dogleg scimitar next to him with his other hand, and held it high to slash at Ah Chong.

"Bang"

There was a deafening gunshot, and a cluster of blood appeared on the head of the Gurkha mercenary, and half of his head had been knocked off. The body still maintained the posture of raising the knife, and stood there for half a second before falling down.

Timur stood there majestically with a shotgun. Nodding his head at Ah Chong, he gestured.

Suddenly, Ah Chong heard a slight bolt in his ears, knew that something was wrong, flew towards Timur, pulled him down, took advantage of the situation to pick up Arislan on the bed, and covered the bed board with a mattress on the three of them.

Almost at the same time, a dense burst of gunfire rang out, and more than a dozen bullet holes were punched in the yurt, sawdust flew from the pillars in the tent, the kettle on the stove was pierced, and hot water was sprinkled on the charcoal fire, and a puff of smoke came out with a sneer.

Judging from the sound of gunshots, there should be two people outside, one on the left and one on the right, and the two of them stood at an oblique angle and shot into the tent.

"27, 28, 29......" Ah Chong silently counted the gunshots in his heart, and the 30th gunshot had just been issued, Ah Chong lifted the bed board on his body and rushed out of the tent like lightning.

The Gurkha mercenary outside the tent who was changing his magazine was stunned for a moment, and the dog-legged scimitar in Ah Chong's hand had already flown towards his front door. The Gurkha mercenary tilted his head, and the dog-legged scimitar flew past his face.

Ah Chong missed the blow, his body retreated, and rushed to the Gurkha mercenaries on the other side of the tent.

The Gurkha mercenary behind him had a blood stain on his abdomen, presumably the man who had been stabbed by Ah Chong with an iron drill just now. Seeing Ah Chong rushing towards him, he didn't care about replacing the pistol with bullets, and reached out and pulled out the scimitar at his waist - he had practiced this posture tens of thousands of times, and he had become so skilled that he could draw a knife without thinking and relying only on instinct.

But the wound in the abdomen slowed down the speed at which he could go with the knife — maybe a fraction of a second, but it was fatal enough.

He only felt that his eyes were dark, and his eyes were in sharp pain, and Ah Chong's index and middle fingers had already blinded him in both eyes.

The blind Gurkha mercenary roared wildly and slashed at his front with a dog-legged scimitar.

All this happened in a flash of lightning, and another Gurkha mercenary had just changed his magazine, and his companion was already seriously injured, and he didn't care to raise his gun to aim in shock, and he fired in bursts.

Ah Chong deftly hid behind the blind Gurkha mercenary, and the bullets hit him. The man staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. There was no cover in front of Ah Chong.

At this moment, Timur also rushed out of the tent and almost met the Gurkha mercenary, and without thinking, Timur raised the shotgun in his hand and aimed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

There was a soft "click", and the bullet did not fire.

The Gurkha mercenary was stunned for a moment, thinking that he would definitely die, but who knew that Timur's shotgun was jammed. He immediately reacted and pointed his gun at Timur......

"Whoosh" A black shadow pounced, and the Gurkha mercenary had a sharp pain in his arm, the muzzle of the gun was deflected, and the bullet flew past Timur's ear.

I saw a black sheepdog bite his wrist tightly, and the Gurkha mercenary tried to shake it off a few times, and reached out to pull out the dog-leg scimitar on his waist. A Mongolian girl next to him screamed, and several shepherd dogs jumped out and bit him on the head and feet. The Gurkha mercenaries finally couldn't support it anymore and fell to the ground, and were instantly overwhelmed by the dogs, and a terrible scream echoed in the air.

In the distance, herdsmen also rushed over with knives and guns.

The screams of the Gurkha mercenaries soon ceased, and a sheepdog bit through his throat, blood spurting all over the ground.

The Mongolian woman snorted, and the dogs obediently stepped back to stand on her left and right, leaving only a bloody corpse on the ground.

The Mongolian woman hurried to Timur's side, took his arm and whispered a few questions, her eyes full of concern.

Timur took a few breaths, signaled that he was fine, and said to Ah Chong tremblingly: "You, have you been injured?" ”

The leather jacket on Ah Chong's chest was cut by a dogleg scimitar, and the clothes on his shoulders were also punctured, and blood seeped out faintly inside.

Ah Chong shook his head, "I'm fine, how is Arislan?" ”

"He's fine." Timur turned his head and whispered a few words to the Mongolian woman beside him, who ran away towards the yurt in the distance.

Ah Chong helped Timur back to the tent, only to see that the ground was in shambles, and the furniture and utensils were staggered and full of bullet holes.

Azhislan was lying on the ground, with a bed board and a pile of bedding on her head. Ah Chong crouched down and examined the wound on his back, but fortunately the wound was not torn.

At this moment, the Mongolian woman ran in again, pressed Ah Chong's shoulder and couldn't help but say that she was going to pick off his clothes. Ah Chong subconsciously sank his shoulders and turned to dodge.

The young Mongolian girl was shaken by him, and the things in her hand almost fell to the ground, and she looked at Ah Chong with a pair of big watery eyes and wondering.

"She's my youngest daughter, Naya, and she's here to help you with your wounds." Timur hurriedly explained to Ah Chong.

Ah Chong looked down and saw the blood stains on his shoulder, looked embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "A little flesh wound, I'll just come by myself." ”

Naya stepped forward and pressed Ah Chong against the chair without saying a word, unbuttoning his leather robe and underwear, revealing his bare shoulder, on which there was a knife wound of blood.

Seeing the purple marks like dragon patterns on Ah Chong's body, Naya seemed to be taken aback, and gently touched the dragon pattern with her fingers.

"Does it hurt?" Naya asked softly in Chinese.

"Get used to it." Ah Chong smiled at her.

Naya smiled at him and wiped his wound with gauze.

Ah Chong couldn't help but look her up and down a few times.

This young Mongolian girl has bright eyes and white skin, and although she does not use powder, she is naturally beautiful, and she seems to be similar in age to herself.

"Naya is my youngest daughter, she was grazing with her clan some time ago, and she happened to come back today, and she happened to save the old man's life!" Timur sighed.

Nayali landed to help Ah Chong take care of his wounds, turned around and cleaned up the messy furniture, carefully carried Ah Rislan to the bed, touched his head, and the two whispered affectionately.

Ah Chong helped Timur drag the corpse of the Gurkha mercenary, whose head was half blown away, outside, and placed it with the corpses of the other two Gurkha mercenaries. Timur looked at it carefully for a long time and then whispered to Ah Chong: "These are the guys who ambushed you that night, and they really came to the door!" ”

Several corpses were dressed in Mongolian robes, and it seemed that they had been prepared and sneaked in. Presumably, they were afraid of alarming the others, so they entered the tent and attacked it, but they were discovered by Ah Chong.

A Mongolian boy handed over to Timur a few things he had collected from the Gurkha mercenaries. Timur talked to him for a while, and the young man beckoned a few more people, and they picked up the bodies of several mercenaries and walked away.

"The lad said they had just spotted a jeep outside, and when the gunfire stopped, the jeep drove away." Timur said to Ah Chong.

Ah Chong nodded: "It should be the driver who was preparing to answer on the periphery, but he found that the sneak attack failed and fled." The Gurkha mercenaries are a combat group of six people, and we have solved three, that is, there are at least three outside. ”

"Daichin's tent can't be lived, let's move Arislan back to your yurt first, and then discuss what to do when Surile and Ke come back." Timur said with a sigh.

He didn't expect that these Gurkha mercenaries would cross the pursuit line of Suzhle and Ke and directly attack the rear. If it weren't for Ah Chong's vigilance and Naya's timely appearance just now, they would be more than lucky today. It seems that he underestimated the combat effectiveness of these mercenaries.

Ah Chong and Timur returned to the yurt, Naya wrapped Arislan with a blanket, and the three of them carried the bed board and walked slowly towards Timur's yurt.

After the chaos just now, the camp was calm again, the sky was getting darker, the snow kept falling, and the puddles of blood on the ground were slowly covered with snow. Soon there was no trace of it.

The camp was restored to its original appearance, except for the shocking bullet holes in the yurts as a reminder that there had been a fierce battle.

Ah Chong settled Ajislan and walked outside the tent to look up at the gray sky, his face worried. He knew that if he ran away with a mercenary, his whereabouts would also be exposed, and it was very likely that these Gurkha mercenaries would gather helpers to make a comeback.

Now Timur's main forces have been sent out, and only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in the camp. Before his strength has recovered, how can he resist the next wave of attacks by the Gurkha mercenaries?

This night must be a sleepless night.