It was dark in the hut, and I sat down on the ground, and I came across a corpse with body temperature.

I felt her face, it was slimy, presumably bloody, and she had a lot of jagged wounds on her cheeks, which must have been bitten out of her teeth.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying it would be to look at this corpse in good light. I cursed in my heart, he is such a pervert.

I hurriedly stood up again, knife in hand, and I expected that the mercenary would rush in next.

I wanted to sneak up on him, and then tiptoed to the wall of the straw hut, half-crouching, which was the best posture before pounce.

I was ready, but the mercenary was no ordinary man, and I don't know how he noticed that he knew where I was in the hut.

Suddenly, there was a clatter in the wall behind me, and a crack opened in it, and a pair of hands came in.

I was being dragged by the hand, clinging to the wall, and I tried to wield the knife hard, but I couldn't poke it because of the special position.

The straw shed was not strong, and as the other party strengthened it again, I was dragged out with a large piece of the wall.

The moment I fell to the ground, I lost my knife, and I was a little groggy.

I knew I couldn't faint now, so I bit my lip again to refresh myself, and I glared and looked up.

The mercenary was standing right next to me, he had a peculiarity, his arms were long and thick, and I didn't see how he bent down, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed me by the shoulder.

He lifted me up directly, and at this moment I felt like a child in front of him.

He snorted and said, "You dare to impersonate us? "He punched me in the chest again.

I just praised the iron donkey's palm, but I didn't expect his fist to be on par with the donkey's iron palm. With just one punch, I felt like my heart rate was out of order, and my stomach was about to twitch.

I twisted my face in discomfort, and he threw me out.

I saw that he was touching his back, and I thought that he must want to take a weapon, and in a moment he not only killed me, but probably cut off one of my ears for money.

I didn't have any tricks for a while, but I had to protect myself. I thought of kicking.

I rushed at him and flew up in advance, but I was so embarrassed that he didn't dodge, and kicked me with his legs.

I don't think I'm a short-legged person, but that's relatively speaking, I'm fucking shorter than him in front of this gorilla-like mercenary.

I didn't kick him, but he kicked him back. This time I was in worse health, and I was shaking in pain.

The mercenary had already drawn his knife and strode this way. I was anxious, and I thought of my own blood again, but my blood was only used on poisonous insects and monsters, and this was a normal person in front of me, and I didn't know if blood would work on him.

I wanted to try it, and I bit my tongue too.

But I didn't have a chance to spurt out this mouthful of blood, and suddenly, the mercenary's foot slipped and came to me on his back.

I said in my heart what kind of greeting is this, it can't be that he has practiced iron head skills or something, and wants to smash me to death with his head, right? I rolled to the side in fright, causing him to slam to the ground.

His face was wrinkled in pain, and I didn't think he had practiced iron head skills like this, and whatever he did, now was my chance to fight back.

I threw myself on him, sat on his back, and stomped on the back of his head with my foot.

I was wearing hard-soled leather shoes, which were not small, and after four or five strokes, this guy was completely dizzy, and there were two big bags bulging out of his head.

When I finally breathed a sigh of relief, I noticed that the mercenary's thigh was flushed, and I reached out and found that there was a small hole in one place, which was clearly a gun hole.

I was overjoyed, and it was clear that the iron donkey had found the burning stick.

With the burning sticks of the iron donkey, the situation will definitely be completely reversed. I didn't actively go to the straw shed anymore, so I just sat here and waited.

Half a minute after that, gunshots rang out. I guess the iron donkey deliberately removed the muffler, in order to deter the enemy from a momentum.

I counted silently, and in less than a quarter of an hour, eight gunshots rang out, after which torches and fires were lit in the tribe.

This marked the end of the battle, and I stopped sitting still, and got up to see how everyone else was doing.

I found that the Mangren tribe suffered heavy losses, almost more than half of them died, and the rest either hid in advance, because some of the straw huts had a small cellar in them, and they escaped by hiding in the cellar, or they were like warriors like Shu Langbu, who fought the enemy in the tribe.

I also saw the iron donkey and the old cat, who were gathered at a fire. I understand what they mean, the enemy has been killed, and we don't want to be involved in the rest. How to find the corpse of a companion and how to dispose of the corpse of a mercenary, let the reckless people dispose of it themselves.

I sat down next to the iron donkey and the old cat, and the iron donkey looked at the rifle with a somewhat dark barrel and muttered, "Eight bullets, six enemies were killed, and two more escaped." ”

I was shocked, and I felt that it was really unusual to be able to escape under the iron donkey gun.

I went back to the same question I had thought about and asked them, "What are these mercenaries all about?" ”

The iron donkey and the old cat said they couldn't see it. We smoked a cigarette silently, the old cat thought a lot, and saw that the reckless people were almost busy, and shouted again, "Familiar Langbu!" ”

When Shu Langbu heard the shouting, he hurriedly ran over. Now he is not an exaggeration to describe him with the word embarrassment. And there are a lot of blood spots on his body.

The old cat told him, "We were dreamed of by Wuhou, saying that the Mangren tribe was in trouble and sent us to protect you, but Wuhou didn't say how you got into trouble, you can explain it to us." ”

Shu Langbu looked worried, saying that he didn't know what was going on, and the enemy came very suddenly, or a sneak attack.

Of course, we were not satisfied with this answer, so I analyzed it in my heart and asked him, "Has anyone in your tribe gone to the outside world during this time?" ”

He shook his head, but as soon as I reminded him, he remembered something, and replied that someone had come to look for the wizard a while ago, and that the wizard was still at home to receive him. After the man left, the wizard told everyone that there would be a messenger from Wuhou again.

Let's look at each other, I think there's a cat in it, and it's not small, we claim to be Wuhou messengers, how can it be so coincidental with this?

But in any case, the wizard has a direct connection to this sneak attack, and if you find him and ask him, the truth will be revealed, and it is better than us sitting here and guessing.

I asked Langbu, "Do you see where the wizard is?" ”

Familiar Langbu's face sank, saying that the wizard had died at home and had just been discovered.

I don't know which hut the wizard's house is, but when I stand up and look around, I see that someone is moving corpses out of a larger straw hut.

The wizard has a high status, and this grass shed must be his home.

I shouted to the iron donkey and the old cat to go over and have a look. Shu Langbu also followed, and shouted in advance to let the two people who were carrying the corpses stop first.

When we got closer, we took a closer look at the wizard's corpse, and I deliberately crouched down to do a preliminary autopsy.

There were two cuts on the body, one on the thigh and the other on the neck, which was still fatal. Looking at the wound and the wound, it can be determined that the two knives are completely different, they are cut by two people, and there are also a few bruises on the wizard's body, indicating that he has fought with the enemy.

All of the above shows that the wizard is taken very seriously by this group of enemies, and must kill people and kill people, and the wizard's unblinding eyes show that he is unwilling.

I made these conclusions unabashedly stated, those reckless people have a lot of respect for wizards, and their angry faces are cold and cold.

Shu Langbu beckoned his companion again, carried the wizard away, and was about to be buried in a while.

We had a chance to chat privately.

I found that the iron donkey and the old cat were quite entangled like me, although at first glance, the sneak attack of the tribe had nothing to do with us, but there seemed to be a line that linked this incident to us.

The two enemies who fled did not carry their bags according to the iron donkey, which shows that they did not come here from the outside world on foot, otherwise this place is very far away from the outside world, and what if they only have knives, no water and no food?

According to our analysis, they must have foreign aid and are waiting for them to return in a certain area around them.

In the end, we came up with an idea, meddled in the matter, and investigated it. The old cat shouted again, "Familiar Langbu! ”

Familiar Lang Bu swished over, he hadn't seen him for a long time, his eyes were so red, he must have seen too many corpses of his companions, and he cried I don't know how many times.

The old cat asked Langbu, "How many warriors are there in the tribe?" Come with us, and the Messenger will take you on vengeance!" ”