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At this point, the Vietnamese stopped talking, with mixed expressions on their faces.

I stared at his face for a moment and asked impatiently, 'What sound?' Don't lose your appetite. ’

Maybe it's the wind. ’

I couldn't hold back and kick it. It is estimated that the fat man is in front of him, and the Vietnamese have now kicked him into a dead dog. But if the fat man is here, the Vietnamese don't dare to say such things.

'Why are you entertaining me?' Still trying to provoke my bottom line. ’

I saw Jack adjust his stance on the bed, and it looked like he wanted to kick the thing to death, but the injury on his back prevented him from doing the strenuous exercise.

'Brother Qiang, you misunderstood, I said yes, maybe, I'm not sure if it's a rumor. It was very windy and noisy, and I could hear a very sharp whistling sound in it, which may or may not have been blown by the mountain wind through the gap. ’

I stared at the Vietnamese man's face, pondering what he meant.

I haven't heard anything like that. Moreover, this sound scares me. ’

I regret that I called Ah San over, he didn't provide me with any valuable information, he just came to block me. And he was very successful in completing the task of plugging.

I didn't chase the Vietnamese away, but beckoned Buazon to come over. Motioned for him to borrow my flying tiger claws for use.

Under Ah San's translation, Bu Asong taught me how to use the Flying Tiger Claw. It's not difficult to put it into practice, but if you want to master it, you can't practice it overnight, it's not a problem for me, I don't use it to save lives in an emergency, if you don't succeed once, you can do it again or even many times.

Sending away the Vietnamese and Laotians, I told Jack about the fat man's discovery of Tang Yumo. Jack's first reaction was: Who is Tang Yumo?

I thought about it, too. He was in a coma and semi-coma along the way, especially after he met the fat man. It is estimated that everyone is resting on him, and his eyes are a vague figure.

I didn't give up and asked him: 'Xiao Ting didn't introduce the situation to you?' Will you calm down and not ask? ’

Xiao Ting said that I need to calm down and rest recently, and don't let me worry too much. Jack said with a hint of shyness on his face.

I looked at Jack with a slight sympathy. The IQ of this product has dropped very seriously, and the fat man and Xiao Ting are tired of being together when they get the opportunity, you are blind. is still making a lot of love here.

No way, no one paid attention to him. Introducing the plot has become my job.

I talked until it was dark before I told Jack about the latest situation. He didn't know why we were stranded in the Hakka village, and as soon as he heard that we were in danger, he grabbed us everywhere with both hands.

I wondered. 'What are you doing, madness?' ’

'Where's my gun?' Jack asked me with a straight neck.

'It's long since I ran out of bullets, so I threw it away. ’

'No, I don't. I remember a couple of magazines. I'm talking about AK47, that's my gun. It's mine! ’

Of course I know it's yours, and so is the micro chong, both of which you captured from the Vietnamese. But you're like this. Can you pick up an AK47? Don't shoot yourself in the foot. ’

'My injuries are mainly on my back, but my hands are fine. ’

'Don't do it, you've lost one of your arms, the gun is too heavy, and the recoil is too big for you.' ’

Jack propped up his upper body and sat up. He moved his arms and said, 'If you tell you it's okay, it's okay, I won't do it.' Tomorrow you go out with the fat man. Do you think I would count on women to protect? Being able to shoot and daring to shoot are two different things. Not to mention the fact that it is a living person who is confronted. ’

I agree with Jack. For those who have not experienced life and death, it is difficult to understand the pain of loss. It is difficult for those who do not face the bloody battlefield to have the courage to shoot at their own kind. Don't talk about Xiao Ting, I don't have the courage either, at least I won't have the decisiveness of a fat man. But I think Jack has, and he showed a calmness at some point that was far beyond what an archaeologist could be.

I handed him the AK47. 'Empty guns. You try, just don't move. ’

Jack took the gun. 'What about bullets?' ’

I gestured with my eyes to the Vietnamese side. 'Guns and bullets are separated. If you can do it, I'll bring you bullets. ’

Jack grabbed the handle of the gun with one hand and tried to lift the muzzle. It seemed to hurt the wound on his back, and I saw him grin. Then he switched hands and easily held up the gun.

I made an OK gesture and went back to my room to pick up my backpack with ammo. The fat man and Xiao Ting sat on the edge of the backpack, but as if they didn't see me, their heads were together, muttering something silently. Am I air?

I burst into tears and handed the two magazines to Jack.

That's all there are bullets. There's something else in the backpack that can save your life when it matters. ’

'What's that?' Jack was curious.

'Boom' I threw my backpack on his bed. 'See for yourself. ’

"Zhang, you don't look good."

Isn't this nonsense, you go to the next room and take a look at it to make sure it's even more ugly than my face.

I snorted, "Tired,"

"Aren't you here for a day? I can see you when I open my eyes, but I don't see how you move, how you can get tired. ”

"I'm tired."

In fact, I was so aggrieved that I panicked. How can you lose to the fat man in this regard, isn't this an era of looking at faces?! I screamed silently in my heart.

Jack had clearly misunderstood, thinking that my mind was all over the wounded and how to get them out of this hellish place. There was a sincere apology on his face.

"Zhang, I'm sorry for you. Makes you bother. ”

I wanted to cry without tears and said, "You're polite, your own people, you should drop." ”

I'm really not a person who is good at pretending, and my face is a little hot after saying this

The fat man wakes up very early, as if he has a timed biological clock in his body that wakes him up when he wants to wake up. The fat man woke me up, made a silent gesture to me, shook his head, motioned for me to come with him, and tiptoed out the door.

I looked out the window and it wasn't quite dawn yet. It dawns very early here, and it's only about three or four o'clock. I knew that I had to get up early today, and when I went to bed, I learned that the Vietnamese plugged my ears, but I didn't expect to wake up so early and didn't wake up at all.

I rubbed my still swollen face, reached for a pistol from under the pillow, and quietly followed the fat man out of the room.

The fat man was already under the bamboo building, and made a gesture to me to slow down. I wondered, is this necessary? There is an outsider on this bamboo building, and he is still half dead, who are you worried about waking up?

I tiptoed down the bamboo building, and the fat man said to me with his mouth: 'Keep up with me, be fast, but light.' ’

This is too demanding and contradictory. I grabbed the fat man who was about to leave, and said to him with the same mouth: 'What are you worried about so early, there is not a single ghost?' ’

'Do you think I've been out there for the past two days?' Let's go, I'll see if I can get rid of that guy today. (To be continued......)