As Sue expected, Roberson didn't catch up right away. Losing the opportunity and having a dark wound, experienced hunters will know how to make trade-offs. But he estimated that in an hour at most, Roberson would be fully recovered. In the chase in the jungle, it is common to have continuous tracking for several days and nights, so Sudo running for an hour is not a great advantage.

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A short but fierce short-blade encounter made Su understand that the other party was a veteran hunter whose fighting strength was far above his own, and the experience of surviving in the jungle should not be below him. Perhaps the only place where Su is confident that he can overcome him is patience. Every good hunter doesn't run out of patience though, so it's going to be a long chase.

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Su suddenly noticed that the light in front of him had become a little brighter, and it seemed that the trees had gradually become thinner. Half a minute later, Su had rushed out of the forest, and in front of him, there was a vast new world!

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Outside the forest, there is a gently undulating plain, hundreds of square kilometers, dotted with square fields of different colors, which look like a huge green cloth painted with various color patches. At the end of the plain, you can see the mountains. The landscape here is very peculiar, with the plains that stretch out slowly to form a gentle slope, and then a kilometer-high cliff that is as smooth as if it had been cut by a knife. Beyond the top of the cliff, there is a snow-covered peak.

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On the gentle slopes in front of the plains and cliffs, the roads are crisscrossed and densely packed with houses. Even with Su's eye, at this distance, he could barely see that most of them were single-storey domed houses, but there were also many "high-rise buildings" with more than a dozen floors. All the houses are circular and curved, but the roads are straight and criss-crossed, and they are very wide, making the whole city look uniform.

Yes, it's a city, a real city, an indigenous city. Just looking at the outline of the city from a distance, Su had calculated that there might be more than 100,000 natives living here!

100,000 natives! This is what the captain is talking about in the city?

When the captain assigned his assignment, he did speak of the city, not the town, nor the village. But every cadet, including Sue, understood the city in the captain's mouth as a village of hundreds, or at most a thousand, natives. In turbulent times, settlements of more than a thousand people in the wilderness would be called cities. But who would have thought that there was a real city here, a city inhabited by 100,000 natives!

What is the goal of the mission? Sue asked herself. In fact, he remembered very well, that is, to kill all the natives.

Kill all 100,000 natives? Sue looked at the dagger in his hand. He was sure that although this thing in his hand was a weapon of the new era, and it also represented the high-end scientific and technological achievements of the Dark Dragon Rider in terms of material technology, but after entering and exiting the flesh and bones of hundreds of natives at most, the blade would be too blunt to use.

In the fields, it is not only the natives who wander through it, but also groups of walking shrubs. They guarded, turned over the soil, and carried things, like all-powerful domestic animals. And the new sores and old wounds on his waist were a repeated reminder to Sue that he was injured just by fighting a small group of natives. Although the violent neurotoxins on the natives' blowing arrows and piercing guns could not help Su's body, if he was poisoned, he would still be slow for a considerable period of time. In a life-and-death struggle with hordes of natives, half a second of sluggishness is deadly.

This is simply an impossible task. Su made a judgment, and he turned around and left. But as soon as he had taken two steps, he stopped. Dozens of natives poured out of the forest in front, led by a warrior, and with a wave of his spear, the natives immediately separated to the two wings, two meters alone, blocking the edge of the vast forest. This may still be a bit thin, but it is enough to be an obstacle for Sue to try to return to the forest, and sometimes it only takes a second to slow down and the situation of the battle can be turned upside down. The natives were like facing a great enemy, or raised their guns or held arrows, and stared at Su tightly.

The leading soldier picked up a wooden flute hanging around his neck and blew it so hard that the sound of the flute, which was inaudible to human ears, spread far away. After a few seconds, more than a dozen flutes sounded from different places, echoing each other. Su immediately noticed that within his perception range, at least two groups of natives were coming quickly!

Moreover, in that huge city, hundreds of natives poured out, divided into several teams, and rushed to this side, and it seemed that they could rush to the edge of the forest in a few tens of minutes at most. As soon as they left the city, these groups of natives scattered and outflanked them from afar. In the center, the natives each rode a creature that resembled a wolf, but it was even faster than a wolf. They threw away their companions and rushed from there.

Su's muscles bulged all over his body, he took a step forward in an instant, and suddenly retreated back to the same place!

A dense fluttering sound came, and the guns and arrows pierced the ground on the landing point when the Soviet side rushed forward. These natives were very skilled in shooting, and they were able to instantly capture Su Qianchong's movements and shoot accurately.

Su exerted his strength again, and after jumping out of the first step, he suddenly accelerated when he raised his leg for the second time, and instantly rushed in front of the indigenous leader warrior!

This time, the natives misjudged Sue's acceleration again, and all the spears fell behind him. Su held the dagger in his back hand and drew an arc from the bottom up, cutting towards the warrior. The warrior's movements were also extremely fast, and with a strange scream, he swung the bone knife sideways and pressed down, and with both hands, he blocked Su's dagger! An astonishing power erupted from his small body, which was able to block Su's sword with a huge momentum!

But Su had experience and knew that if he pushed flat, he might not be able to push down this little thing, so this knife was swung diagonally upward. The force attached to the knife picked him up and threw him out behind Sue. This warrior's strength is indeed very large, but the weight of his whole body is less than forty kilograms, and it is not much different from throwing a big rock to fly it.

After picking up the warrior led by the leader in one fell swoop, Su squeezed through the encirclement of the two natives like lightning, and the dagger let out a whining low, passing at a speed that was indiscernible to the naked eye, and then his figure disappeared into the vast forest.

The two natives shook their heads a few times, and their companions saw that the necks of the two natives had been cut almost entirely, leaving only a layer of skin attached to their bodies.

Su ran like a wolf, and the natives' whistles kept sounding in all directions. From the sound of the whistle, it can be judged that a group of soldiers is walking through the forest, repeatedly outflanking, searching, and the direction leading to the outside of the forest is tightly sealed, the whole process is orderly and not chaotic at all, like a well-trained and well-equipped army of the new era, where is it still like a primitive tribe that does not use metal products at all?

As he ran, Su suddenly noticed that several of the surrounding indigenous teams had turned around and flanked him in the direction he was. With a bang, the bushes in front of them parted to both sides, and seven or eight natives came out, blocking Su's way. But Sue was sure that although he was acting at high speed, he was careful not to make an extra sound.

Shrub! Looking at the passage that suddenly appeared in the bushes, Su suddenly understood what he had overlooked. The killer cannibal shrubs were indistinguishable from ordinary shrubs if they did not move, but they were like a pair of eyes scattered across the forest, quietly watching every dark corner. And in such a fast run, Sue had no way to carefully scan and observe the surroundings and identify them one by one.

Looking at the group of natives in front of him, Su Yi gritted his teeth and accelerated and rushed straight over, and a dagger ghost-like roar suddenly sounded in the forest!

In three seconds, Su broke out of the grappling, changed direction, and rushed towards the weak point of the encirclement. Behind him, seven indigenous bodies remained.

Half a minute later, Su fought and killed the second group of natives, temporarily broke out of the encirclement, and fled deep into the forest. But he was closely followed by more than ten groups of natives, and many more were in front of him. In the jungle, the natives, who use both hands and feet, leap from tree to tree at all times, are faster than cheetahs, more agile than monkeys, and almost all of them are good hunters.

Su understood that the next step would be a bitter battle.

As he ran, he bit open the lid of a tube of nutrients, swallowed almost the entire tube in one gulp, and drank the 200 grams of pure water he had stored.

Su doesn't feel hungry now, so the movement of the stomach is very slow, and the nutrients and water are almost all stored there, but they are output at a very slow rate to make up for the consumption of the body. Like a lion or wolf, Sue has eaten once and can last for a long time without eating. Perhaps, this is an instinct that all creatures that survive in the wild possess. For the rest of the battle, these nutrients and water are enough to sustain the two-hour battle.

At the other end of the forest, Robertson, the mad dog, crouched on the horizontal branch of a large tree on the edge, squinting, staring at the huge indigenous city beneath the cliff in the distance, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking. He was a high-ranking hunter, and twenty years ago he was an expert in mountain and jungle warfare, and he didn't take these natives seriously. Although his nickname is Mad Dog, it only comes from the way he treats his enemies after entering a berserk state, and Roberson is actually terrifyingly shrewd when it comes to combat. Of course, he knew that he couldn't slaughter the city, maybe he could transfer the legendary strategic weapons in the Dark Dragoon Headquarters.

Roberson didn't take the captain's orders seriously, anyway, he entered the training camp under a pseudonym this time just to escort a cadet to become a dark dragoon. Unexpectedly, the unlucky Cook was killed by Su so lightly, making his 20,000 yuan salary empty. Fortunately, there were enough people offended by this Su, and he immediately received another business that was ten times larger.

Heavy footsteps came from far and near, and the captain stepped out of the forest. In addition to those big trees, the bushes and thorns that Qiē tried to stick out of their branches to block the way were directly trampled and trampled by the captain.

Curtis stood under the big tree where the mad dog was crouching, glanced at the distant native city, and asked, "How do you feel?" ”

"It's spectacular, it's astounding." Robertson replied.

"The first time I saw Allamakan, I felt the same way, and in the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed." The captain said with some emotion, "Fifteen years ago, I was only a lieutenant, and now I am a captain. ”

Robertson was a little unimpressed by the captain's feelings, and it took fifteen years to become a captain, which only showed Curtis's incompetence and limited talent. Of course, he had heard some of Captain Curtis's past and knew that Captain's abilities were not limited to this mediocre rank. However, the Dark Dragoons have their own rules of operation, and each rank corresponds to a large amount of supply capacity and a different resource allocation. If the rank is not high enough, you can't get those mature high-level abilities, and no matter how powerful Kotis is, it is limited.

The captain looked up at Robertson, who was squatting on a high place, and said in an unkind tone: "Mad dog, if you dare to lie higher than me again, I will stab you in the ass!" ”

Robertson slowly climbed down the tree, he actually enjoyed the feeling of standing taller than the captain, so he was not in a hurry when he came down. And after these days of observation, and even a few sticks of the captain himself, he came to the conclusion that this Kotis was nothing more than that, and not as terrible as the legend suggests. Of course, this does not mean that he wants to have a head-on confrontation with the captain, Curtis is also the captain of the Dark Dragoon, and if he is killed, it will cause big trouble. The Dark Dragoon would never sit idly by and watch a captain be killed while training his cadets, and if it were really to be investigated, all of Robson's methods of concealing his whereabouts would be ineffective in the eyes of those generals. At that point, Roberson believed that no one could shelter him, and no one would protect him. He was still enjoying his current life and did not want to go into exile in the wilderness again.

"Mad Dog, I heard you used to be a very good guy." The captain spat again, then continued, "But this is my territory!" My territory has my own rules, and I didn't mind if you made a little money right under my nose, but the business you're taking now has passed the line! I don't like trouble, and I don't like people to be clever in front of me, so you have to die, and I'm not going to let you die well. ”

Robertson didn't expect the captain to say such a thing, jumped up suddenly, and roared in a low voice: "If you want to kill me, it's up to you?" Well, I'm not interested in, but I don't care about cutting you more...... You! ”

Out of nowhere, the captain pulled out two pistols, two old-fashioned double-barreled pistols. Looking at the intricate patterns and fine carvings on the gun, if you look at it purely from an antique point of view, it must be worth a lot. The question is, in this forest full of indigenous and cannibal shrubs, how dare the captain bring a gun! It's like lighting a torch in the night.

No matter how surprised Robertson was, it was a fact that the captain had a gun in his hand, and he only thought that he could be better than the captain in knife and hand-to-hand combat, but it was also true that he could not beat a pistol with a dagger anyway. The captain of the Dark Dragoon, his marksmanship is certainly not much worse.

With a strange scream, Roberson reflexively jumped out to the side and behind him, and as soon as one landed, he could dodge behind the tree. However, the captain's reaction and marksmanship were once again beyond his expectations, and the dull and rough gunfire almost joined together, and a large dense pile of lead sand covered Roberson in the air. The mad dog barked and fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled to get up, but he was able to hold up his upper body, and the captain's reloaded pistol was pointed at him again, and the muzzle of the gun flashed, and hundreds of lead sand burrowed into the mad dog's body again.

The mad dog snorted and fell to the ground. He barely rolled over, trying to get up again, but another gunshot rang out, and there were hundreds of more lead sand in his body!

With a snap, the captain added two more bullets to his pistol, squatted down with a smirk, and pointed his gun at Mad Dog's ass.

"Nope! Don't kill me! It's the Fabregas family who hired me, and if you kill me, you'll be in big trouble!" Cesc Fabregas will never let you go! Shrouded in severe pain and the shadow of death, Robertson's will collapsed, and he cried out incoherently. He has been abusing and killing others for decades, how can he ever be so close to death? And he had no power to fight back, and he was knocked down in an unknown way.

Perhaps the more perverted and the more people like to torture and kill, the more afraid of death is in their hearts. Robertson had never felt that it was so important to be alive, so important that he could abandon his little dignity and beg for mercy and threaten like a dog.

Now, even if Roberson had 10,000 reasons to despise the power of an old-fashioned double-barreled pistol, at a distance of less than ten centimeters, the antique could have smashed his ass. And, it seems, the captain had the idea of pulling the trigger.

"Fabregas?" The captain asked, looking hesitant.

"It's Cesc Fabregas!" Mad Dog finally grabbed the straw that saved his life and barked desperately, trying to add an insurance policy to his ass: "If you kill me, they will definitely look for you......"

Bang! Rough gunfire.

Yes! Poignant trombone!

The shot nearly smashed an object between Robertson's legs, and was deeply embedded with hundreds of lead bullets with slight radiation, shattering all the flesh and blood inside.

"This shot is to make you remember it longer." The captain grinned, his teeth shining. He filled the pistol with four bullets marked with an armor-piercing effect, and with a wave of his hands, the muzzle of the gun flickered, and Robertson's hands and knees were filled with countless dense holes. Having been hit like this by an armor-piercing bullet, his hands and legs were useless, and even with the technology of the Dark Dragoon, he couldn't be saved.

The mad dog rolled frantically on the ground, screaming desperately, "Kill me!" Kill me! You son of a bitch, you messed with Fabregas, you won't end well! ”

The captain squatted down and said slowly: "These four shots are to make Fabregas's people remember for a long time." Don't think that if there are more of them, they will dare to run to my territory and break my rules, I won't kill you now, just to let the people of Fabregas see what will happen to those who dare to break my rules. It's a big deal that Lao Tzu quit and fight guerrilla warfare with them. At that time, I wanted to see if Lao Tzu's lead bullet was hard, or their bird's eggs were hard! ”

Robertson, tormented by pain, didn't hear what the captain was saying at all, and all he could remember was the bright teeth dangling.

The captain stood up, stretched, and cursed, "What a bird, phew! ”

A mouthful of bullet-like thick phlegm hit Robertson's lower body and made him let out a trombone!

The captain used his pistol against Robertson, the mad dog, and it seemed to be a stroke of luck. In retrospect, however, it wasn't that simple. Daring to run rampant with a pistol in this forest is a miracle in itself. Moreover, dodging gunfire is the basic training of the Dark Dragoon, and Roberson is an expert in this area, and the leap is extremely fast, and the route is not even preemptive. But Curtis didn't think about it, and when he raised his hand, he shot four shots, and the gun hit. The closer this old double-barreled pistol fires shotguns, the more powerful it is, and at a distance of ten meters, the lethality of lead particles against Robertson is actually not obvious. But too many small injuries add up to big injuries.

Roberson is dead, but he can't die. With his survival skills, he should be able to crawl out of this forest alive and back to his employer.

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