After a night of tossing, although several of us were exhausted, we were very happy because we knew the location of Garenbu Peak in the ice cirque. I also hoped that something would happen to my grandfather, after all, it was snowing so much, and my grandfather didn't bring as many supplies as we did.

The big head counted what we had left, and although the amount of ammunition was consumed quickly, the rest was sufficient. And if we can save a little food, there is no problem in eating half a month and twenty days. The next task is to get to Garenbu Peak, and the few of us didn't talk much and prepared to move forward.

We passed the place where the tent had been toppled over, and although it was already dawning, the snow was falling and it was dangerous to walk far away, and there were only a few undulating snow hills nearby, and there was no place to hide. I suddenly remembered those Tibetan bears.

I casually asked, "Crooked mouth, those Tibetan bears didn't move yesterday." The big head said, "Your intuition is even better than that of a bear, don't talk nonsense." Before the big head could finish speaking, suddenly there was a roar of bears in the forest in front of us, and our yaks suddenly began to tremble.

The big head looked at me and said, "This fucking shit, get ready." "A few of us quickly rolled over, put the yak in place, and tied it up with ropes. Then a few of us hid on a relatively high hill.

The three of us looked at each other, thinking of the giant Tibetan horse bears yesterday, and our hearts were chilled. Suddenly he coughed with a crooked mouth, only to see him raise the wine bag and drink a large sip of barley wine, then took out the dagger of Tuigu, sprayed all the wine in his mouth onto the blade, and said to everyone in a low voice: "The soldiers will cover the water and cover the earth." ”

Suddenly, the big head raised his shotgun with one hand and said, "Damn, it's after I came" There was a gunshot "bang", and I saw a red snow mist splashing on the white snow not far away, and a giant bear covered in snow was hit by a bullet and kept rolling on the snow, but it still rushed in our direction.

Then, in the forest in our snowy field, more than a dozen Tibetan bears burst out almost at the same time, and they ran quickly to roll up a large amount of snow and mist, and rushed to the scene. At this moment, our eyes seemed to have an illusion, as if the entire snow slope suddenly shook and boiled.

Although our numbers were small, and the fire of the submachine guns was not very fierce, but Crooked Mouth was a first-class shooter, and the number of bears was limited, before that, three or four had been broken, and now there were only six or seven left. A few of us immediately fired at each other, and countless bright red blood flowers immediately bloomed on the white snow.

The bears' estimate of our firepower was very accurate, and if they had been too close before, they would have been detected by us, and if they were too far away to rush close, they were all ambushed within an area of thirty or fifty meters.

This fucking Tibetan horse bear has almost become Jingle, the bear with such a calculating man. It seems to be preparing to rush quickly to a close-range melee, at which point our guns won't be of much use, and then we're dead. But these plans were disrupted by my sudden, sharp intuition.

But the bears were getting closer and closer to us, and after shooting the first wave of a dozen or so giant bears, the five of us ran out of spears and ammunition, but suddenly from which direction a second wave of vicious bears pounced on us like a white whirlwind.

The second wave of more than a dozen hungry bears had rushed in front of me in an instant, and I, the big head, and the crooked mouth immediately took out the pistol for self-defense. Because of the high concentration of the mind, the guns were almost shot, and the bears that rushed in front of him were shot one by one, and the calm sound of shooting made people more courageous and offset the fear in close combat.

When the bullets of our pistol were about to run out, the Tibetan horse bear rushed over with all his might, and rushed into the bear herd with the dagger in his crooked mouth.

Because after being slashed by the dagger, the wound would be open and bleeding, so after a while, there were several bear corpses lying in front of the crooked mouth. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out behind us and hit one of the bears directly on the forehead. The bears stirred for a while, and then slowly began to retreat.

The three of us let out a sigh of relief, the tense nerves relaxed, and the scene in front of us was very tragic, this time the Tibetan Horse Xiong Ken of Garenbu Peak might basically be regarded as overwhelming. We went back to find the source of the gunshot, and it turned out to be the old man under Zhao's second hand - Di Weiyi.

A few of us were overjoyed and immediately greeted the old man. However, just when we had just come out of the tension of the fierce battle and relaxed a little.

A huge white ghost-like shadow suddenly appeared behind Di Weiyi——— Liu Yidao, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly appeared behind Old Man Di and grabbed his shoulder. No one could see where the white-haired zombies came from and wanted to shoot, only to find that our pistols and machine guns were basically empty.

I suddenly reacted, these Tibetan bears are very likely to be with the white-haired zombies that Liu Yidao turned into.

The white-haired zombie seemed to watch the bears being killed and retreated, and just lay motionless in the snow until he saw an opportunity to attack him. But I didn't expect the old man Di who suddenly appeared to become our scapegoat.

The white-haired zombies are like ghosts, and none of us is prepared for such a hand, but now it's too late to fight back. In less than a blink of an eye, the white-haired zombie grabbed Di Weiyi and rolled into the hole that appeared on the ice curtain.

At the same time, the big head also took out our last ammunition from the packages of which yaks. I also swapped the machine gun for magazines and rushed up and jumped over the ice curtain.

I was in a hurry, chasing after me step by step, but there were too many cirques and ice caves above the ice curtain. Finally, we found the cirque. We saw Di Weiyi's body, his neck was broken. The big head went down and went over to see if the old man was still saved, but his blood had already been drained and he was no longer breathing.

At this time, I heard someone calling us behind me, it turned out to be Yang Laolai and Ke Xiangu. It turned out that a few of them had stopped for a day yesterday, and now they are gradually catching up. Let's tell them about today's situation briefly, especially Zhao Er, and that little ninth master, after all, Di Weiyi and Liu Yidao are their people.

I can see that Zhao Er is very sad, and the rest of us are also very sad, Xiao Jiu Ye seems to have a very good relationship with Di Weiyi. While we were dealing with Di Weiyi's body. He chattered a lot, which made his heart feel a little less sad, and asked the big head and me to come over to help collect the funeral. Suddenly we heard a bear roar in the forest, and everyone gasped, and they held their hearts and ears to listen to the movement outside, and they did not dare to take a breath.

After we picked it up, we told Ke Xiangu about our findings. Ke Xiangu nodded and said, "That's right, the crater of that Garenbu Peak is there. "We were very happy to hear it, and then we looked at our surroundings. The ice curtain was always quiet, and none of the snow peaks we were worried about were not detected.

Ke Xiangu spoke, and said: "The festival mourning is changing, lama, you recite the sutra to them, and go over." The lama nodded and began to recite some Tibetan scriptures. We know very little about Buddhism, and Kagong is sung in Tibetan. While we were reciting the Kagong Sutra, we began to discuss the next journey.

Ke Xiangu said: "Actually, we are very close to that crater, you see. "Saying this, Ke Xiangu pointed with her hand, and there was a place above the snowy mountain where we were high enough to have a large amount of steam. Because we didn't pay attention, we thought it was fog. Ke Xiangu explained that that place is the phenomenon of the crater directly steaming snow because it is too hot.

A few of us nodded, and at this time the Kagong Lama was also overdone. A few of us got everything we had and set off quickly towards the crater without stopping. The snow still falls, but it's not so cloudy. Yang Laolai could see the surrounding mountains, and quickly determined the road with the method of gold and acupoints.