The old forest in the southwest, the mountain and the highland are dangerous. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the southern slope. There was a man-made vacant land, half an acre in size, where the trees were cleared and fenced. Flocks of chickens and ducks, quacking, foraging for food, bustling with activity. There is a stone cave on the mountain, and there are clothes to dry outside the cave entrance, as well as all kinds of dried mushroom meat.

It's like a dwelling.

In the courtyard surrounded by a fence, on a stone pier, a middle-aged man sits, wiping his weapon in the sun.

He looked to be in his forties, with scars and a hideous face. His right arm was broken at the elbow and he was disabled. A pair of eyes were bright, staring at the weapon in his hand, his expression was focused, and he wiped it with an oilcloth.

He had two weapons, both guns.

A small-caliber rifle, which looks old, is very old. An iron spear with two sections, each of which is three feet and two inches, can be divided into two short guns, which can be combined to form a six-foot spear.

A hot weapon, a cold weapon.

In the eyes of this disabled man, he is like a treasure in the palm of his hand, wiping it with an oilcloth over and over again, and he is never tired of it.

I don't know how long it took. The barrel was polished black and shiny. The body of the gun was also wiped clean. The one-armed man scrutinized his weather-beaten face for a long time before he smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, he stood up, looked up at the sun, and muttered to himself: "Why haven't the two girls come back yet......"

His accent has a strong Bashu accent, and it is obvious that he should be a local.

I looked around, perhaps out of worry. The one-armed man picked up his weapon, and the spear was split in two and stuck diagonally behind his shoulder. Holding a small-caliber rifle, he walked straight to the outside of the courtyard.

Outside the door, you can see the dense mountain forest. This man seems to be familiar with the terrain around him. Without looking at the direction, he plunged headlong into the dense forest.

He doesn't look tall, and he doesn't look like a powerful person. But as soon as he entered the mountains and forests, he was as agile as a cheetah and shuttled at great speed.

His eyes are like electricity, and he searches his surroundings. At the same time, his ears, which were wider than normal, fanned slightly, as if listening to unusual sounds nearby.

The two female babies, orphans rescued after the catastrophe, have been living together.

For the one-armed man, they are his relatives. The safety of the other party is even more important than their own lives.

If you go out to collect mushrooms early in the morning, the range of activity is nearby, and under normal circumstances, you should go home early.

I haven't returned today, and it's clear that something has happened.

The one-armed man has a sharp mind and makes inferences, and it is inevitable that his heart will be anxious. The pace unconsciously accelerated, and the figure shuttled through the trees in the forest, and the sensitivity was abnormal.

Not long after, he suddenly stopped. The pinna flapped slightly, and a cry for help came.

Over here!

His face changed, he locked the direction, and with a stomp of his feet, the man swept away like a sharp arrow from a string.

Three miles to the southeast.

A foothill. The dense forest is dark, and the sunlight can only shine through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Two young girls, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, climbed on a big tree, their faces frightened, and shouted for help. Under the tree, there were more than a dozen coyotes the size of calves, raising their heads and sticking out their scarlet tongues. Flowing fishy saliva, he looked at the prey in the trees.

These coyotes are obviously all source beasts that have eaten the fruit of the source tree. All of them are infinitely powerful and brutal by nature. They seemed to be very interested in the two girls in the tree, and they gathered but did not disperse, and kept jumping up to the top of the tree.

The tree is more than ten meters tall and the thickness of an adult's waist. Coyotes are not good at climbing trees, so several times in a row are in vain.

But the guys were not discouraged, and they were cunning and cunning, and even found another way to gnaw on the tree.

Sharp fangs tore down, and tree chips flew wildly. In a short time, a third of the tree was bitten open at the root. If this progress continues, it will only take about ten minutes at most, and the whole tree will be bitten off. At that time, the two girls at the head of the tree will inevitably fall prey to the wolf's mouth.

"Daddy, Daddy......"

The situation is critical. Two teenage girls desperately cried for help. They looked to be of the same age, only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing white flower dresses, dressed as if they were of indigenous people. One has a gorgeous face and a white cloth on his forehead, which adds a bit of heroism. The other has an ordinary face, but a graceful posture.

The dad they were talking about was the one-armed man who wiped the gun before.

Three hundred meters away. The one-armed man had approached, and through the gaps in the dense branches and leaves of the forest, he could see clearly the situation of the two female children.

His eyes are blazing, and he is staring at his target. But he saw that he was holding a gun in his left hand, the barrel of the gun was on his right hand and his arm was broken, his body leaned forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, he pulled the trigger, and fired five shots in a row.

Bullets streaked like meteors. Three hundred meters away, five wolves gathered under the trees were shot and killed in an instant.

Although the Source Beast is not as strong as the Corpse Beast, its physical defense is also extremely strong. Ordinary bullets simply can't hurt you.

However, the five coyotes who were shot and killed had the same wounds, all of them were shot in the right eye, and the bullet went deep into the brain, which was instantly fatal.

Although they have rough skin and thick flesh, their eyes are still a delicate part. Even the most common small-caliber bullets are lethal.

Three hundred meters away, the bullet did not miss and hit the right eye of the coyote. Not to mention anything else, the one-armed man's pistol is accurate, which can be called a pervert.

Click!

After five consecutive shots. The one-armed man has a gun in his left arm and a bullet in his right hand. The whole action is smooth and done in one go.

He continued to run on his feet, weaving his way through the thick woods, staying in the immediate position.

By the time the wolves reacted, five more gunshots rang out. As before, there was no missing bullet, and the gun hit the coyote in the right eye.

Ten of the same kind died in the blink of an eye. There were seven or eight coyotes left, who seemed to sense the danger and knew how to hide from them, with the help of trees.

"Daddy is here!"

The two girls cheered in unison. He's their patron saint, and as long as he's there, no one or anything will hurt them.

Figures shuttle. The one-armed man approached quickly. The weapon in his hand was transformed, the rifle was retracted, and the two barrels behind his back were withdrawn, and they instantly combined into a long spear.

The tip of the gun is horizontal, murderous, and invincible.

"Woohoo......"

The wolves howled. Seven or eight coyotes scurried through the air and swooped straight at the one-armed man.

Whew!

The tip of the gun trembled. Shoot with great vigor and aim straight at the target. Coyotes fell from mid-air, their heads pierced, and blood mixed with their brains flowed out.

It's just a turn.

The rest of the coyotes were all strangled and killed. Putting away the spear, the one-armed man came to the tree, looked up at the two girls, and said in a reproachful tone: "Lan Jie Lan Rou, you two girls, just don't let people worry!" ”

Two teenage girls slipped from the trunk of a tree. The one-armed man reached out to catch them, his movements gentle, his eyes full of doting.

"Daddy, your marksmanship is awesome!" Lan Jie, the pretty-looking girl, said with a smile.

Another girl, Lan Rou, was also full of adoration.

"I practiced before, but I haven't touched it for a long time...... It's a little rusty! The one-armed man turned his hand and drew his rifle, and his calloused left hand gently rubbed the barrel of the rifle, as if he were his own child, unusually gentle.

"Dad, where did you learn your marksmanship, can you teach us?" Lan Jie blinked her big black eyes, her face full of curiosity.

"My marksmanship ......"

The one-armed man looked down at the rifle in his hand, his heart seemed to be touched, and he was silent for a long time.

"The gun is my life, old gun, you have to remember my words, as a sniper, the gun is in the person, the gun is destroyed!" (To be continued.) )