The speed of the avengers was very fast, and in a short time, they had already reached the outskirts of the camp of the Gesar group. Judging from the dancing fires and the laughter of the people sitting nearby, it seemed as if they were celebrating something that would make them happy and happy.

Dozens of people are captured at a time, which is equivalent to obtaining hundreds of small insects in a single hunt. How can such a huge harvest not excite the predators? How can you not make them feel happy? For this will mean that, for a long time to come, the whole race will be able to feed itself with human flesh, and will no longer have to fight the terrible insects for food.

Although, such joy is entirely based on the suffering of others. Or rather, it is simply a feast at the cost of other people's flesh and blood.

The Avengers didn't move, they just sat quietly by a cold, black and damp ruined wall. With a look of amazement on his face, the new patriarch and his helpers, with the dagger they carried with him, quickly and neatly slit, in just a few minutes, cut the throats of the six sentries who were in charge of guarding this direction.

It's just that when the sharp blade quickly slashed through the neck of the deceased, Tianxiang was quite surprised to find that all the sentinels, without exception, were borne by the old man. This couldn't help but make him have an inexplicable thought in his heart.

"Are all the young people of the Gesa tribe attending the feast?"

"You take a group of people, don't alarm them, and slowly detour from behind. When necessary, you can do it first. Ignoring the doubts in his heart, Tianxiang lay on his stomach and hid behind a mound of discarded bricks and tiles, while carefully observing the human feast that was going on not far away through the gap between the gravel and the steel bar. While using an extremely slight voice, he slowly expressed his intention to Ye Zhanfeng, who was lying beside him in the same posture.

"Do you want to live?"

"Don't!"

After getting a clear enough instruction. War Wind knowingly called out all the members of his squad from the Avengers waiting behind him. Under the cover of the heaps of ruins where the light of the fire could not penetrate, carefully avoiding the sight of the sentinels waiting high from the side, he followed a pre-agreed route to the rear of the feasters.

"Xia Dong, you come to be the captain." Like a gecko, Tianxiang, who slowly sneaked back from his hideout, said these words quite casually that surprised everyone after explaining the action orders and precautions to all the Avengers. And after the parties themselves heard the news, they felt even more surprised. At that moment, he opened his mouth wide at a loss.

"Any questions?" Tianxiang asked with some displeasure.

"No... It's just that... Xia Dong stammered and couldn't speak. Such a result really didn't happen to him. In fact, not only him, but even all the avengers never thought that Tianxiang, who had personally slapped his cheek a few hours ago, would now let Xia Dong, who made a big mistake, take such an important position again.

In an instant, an inexplicable emotion filled Xia Dong's entire thoughts.

"Don't mother-in-law, that's it. Remember, look for the right moment before you strike. I don't see you make the same mistake twice in a row in a day. Tianxiang waved his hand impatiently, then tightened the M5G43 that was slung to his chest, stood up, and strode out of the ruins.

"Mistakes must be punished, and merit must be rewarded. Of course, for those who have made mistakes in the past but have the actual ability, it is better to re-entrust them in public on the premise that they have already been reprimanded or punished. In doing so, on the one hand, it can make its talents available to its own use. More importantly, it can enhance their inner sense of responsibility and loyalty. After all, it is almost impossible for a smart person to make the same mistake twice in a row. In this way, you can not only get a good assistant. Moreover, because of the relationship of gratitude, such a person will definitely be loyal to you. ”

○ ♂ This is the method that Tianxiang obtained in a book called "Five Hundred Cases of Enterprise Management Miscellaneous" in the library, "Personnel Control". Although the case studies in the book are not the same as the current situation, Tianxiang still flexibly applies them to reality according to the various ideas mentioned in the book.

Xia Dong is very strong, and he also has an extraordinary witty mind, and he also has a certain prestige and connections in the group. Judging by the hunters who are almost completely savage, they already belong to the correctional among them. Although he is quite impatient, and he still has certain shortcomings in controlling the situation reasonably. But in any case, this person is definitely the most capable player in the current group.

Such a person, of course, has no reason to let it go easily. This was the purpose for Tianxiang to appoint him as the leader of the Third Hunting Squad in the first place. In fact, according to Tianxiang's thoughts, Xia Dong should indeed make a small mistake, so that he can be punished and show his absolute authority and status. And you can be gracious at the right time to completely envelop it. Make it a powerful helper for yourself.

It's just that what surprised Tianxiang was that this guy who was favored by him was so ruthless, and the first time he hunted with him, he almost lost everyone.

"Perhaps, this is what the ancients said, 'smart people do foolish things'!" Tianxiang chuckled a few times self-deprecatingly, casually pulled the closure of the M5G43 submachine gun, and rushed towards the Gesar camp that was shaking with firelight.

"Who?" Two voices that were obviously old but not wary sounded almost simultaneously from about a hundred meters to the left and right of Tianxiang's direction of travel. As if as a warning, a sharp throwing gun flew out from the left side and slammed into the ground about two or three meters in front of Tianxiang. Suddenly stirred up a fine piece of sand and stones.

Tianxiang didn't speak, and his footsteps continued. The guns in their hands were not idle either. After firing a few bullets at the source of the sound on the left and right, accompanied by a terrible scream, the eyes of the entire camp were attracted to this direction.

The red flame was still shaking, and the pieces of meat grilled on top of it still gave off an enticing aroma. It's just that the people sitting around the fire no longer have the pleasant joy and happiness they had a few minutes ago. All of this has been disturbed by the sudden appearance of the Avengers.

The alarm raised by the sentry before it fell alarmed everyone in the camp. Compared with the young people sitting around the fire in the center, the old people in front of the small fires on the periphery seemed to be more prepared for the enemy's attack. Although the dim light limited the action of the eyes, they were able to clearly determine the location of the attackers by the slight sound of the soles of their feet rubbing against the sand. And according to the direction, he wasted no time in raising his hand and throwing the throwing gun that he always had at hand.

"Twelve to the northwest, eight to the northeast, and eleven to the north..." Tianxiang, who quickly moved between several mounds of earth, silently calculated the location and number of throwing guns. Although when I was just scouting, I had already counted all the people in this camp. However, the number and location of small groups of people on the move are not fixed. Rather than being shot by an inexplicable flying spear during the battle, it is better to take the initiative to show your whereabouts and lure the killer hiding in the shadows to reveal your location.

"To the northwest, this is it." After a few comparisons, Tianxiang already had an idea in his heart. As soon as the first group of throwing guns landed, he immediately changed his route as he flashed between the mounds of dirt, and quickly swept in the direction where the group of falling throwing guns was most dense.

One fire, twelve people. It just coincides with the number of throwing guns. Perhaps it was because of the fact that the attacker was able to appear in front of him in such a short period of time, and the defender's face involuntarily flashed with a sense of surprise and amazement. After all, less than ten seconds have passed since the first shot. Before the second spear gun that he had just picked up at hand had not even adjusted the throwing angle, the enemy had already rushed closer. Sky! What a terrible speed this is!

Tianxiang didn't say much, just counted the number of people a little before his figure jumped close to the fire, and the muzzle of the M5G43 gun in his hand spewed out a series of dead flames. He's going to kill, kill everyone. Although these people, like the people killed in their own race, are old and weak old people who have little ability to resist.

Compared to the monotonous throwing gun, the killing efficiency of the M5G43 is obviously much higher. The group of throwing spears thrown by the forces of twelve people has completely lost its ability to damage after hitting the ground. But the powerful guns were different, the twelve killed people didn't even know what the thick black iron pipe in Tianxiang's hand was, they were already screaming, and they were drilled into their bodies by powerful bullets, and fell to the ground in the scattered blood and flesh foam.

With a successful blow, Tianxiang didn't stop at all, and after slightly verifying the true death of his opponent with his senses, he dodged and swept in the opposite direction. He could already feel that a dozen hunters had gathered from nearby on that side. Moreover, in their hands, without exception, they all carried a sharp spear in their hands, and they were nervously watching in their direction.

Throwing guns are the most common weapon used by hunters. Although it does not have the convenience and sharpness of slashing weapons such as daggers, it does not have the flexibility of a crossbow to shoot arrows. But it's quite convenient to make this kind of thing. The rebar that can be found everywhere in the dark world is the best source of materials. What's more, for potential threats, the gun can deliver a fatal blow to the enemy from a distance before they even get close.

Of course, that's on the premise of a hit.

Conversely, what if the throwing gun can't hit the target? The answer is actually quite simple: one more is it. After all, anyone who survives in a brutal environment will have the ability to throw with precision. This is also one of the means of survival that must be possessed in a dark world.

A skilled pitcher, from the time his first spear is shot to the time the second spear is shot out of his palm, is generally no more than five seconds. This is mainly due to the instability of the position of the moving target and the time it takes for the human brain to make the final judgment and deliver the command to the arm. But in any case, five seconds, that is a pitiful amount of time for a man who wants to escape smoothly from a bullet attack.

Tianxiang didn't want to escape. Instead, he wanted to kill the men with throwing guns. Provided, of course, that they cannot endanger their own lives.

Shooting on the move is a great idea. With Tianxiang's current flexible skills, this can also be done effortlessly. But he was reluctant to do so. Because, what you have to deal with is a group of hundreds of people. And the ammunition that this M5G43 submachine gun can use is only a few fully loaded magazines.

If one bullet is capable of killing a person, then these bullets are more than enough. But the problem is that Tianxiang can't do this. After all, the M5G43 is a gun designed to suppress the enemy with heavy firepower. As for the ammunition consumed, that should be a test of the logistics department that supplies the bullets.

Tianxiang has bullets, so many bullets that people will be disgusted when they look at them. But there was no way, he couldn't just run around with everything on his body. Therefore, killing as many people with the least number of bullets as possible in absolute safety has become the most urgent issue for him to consider at present.

It's just, to do so, it's risky. Quite adventurous.

Tianxiang's running speed was very fast, and in just a few seconds, his figure had already appeared in front of the second fire no more than 100 meters away. In this position, even without thinking, Tianxiang could easily see with his eyes that there were as many as twenty-one hunters gathered in front of the fire.

If you can see others, it means that others can see you.

At the moment when Tianxiang's figure stopped, the hunters who had already prepared in front of the fire invariably threw their throwing spears in that direction. Dozens of steel spears are combined, and their density is no less than that of a burst of bullets. In this way, the "gun array" full of death, after emitting a terrible tone that swept through the air, finally landed exactly where the target was.

However, the strange guy with the iron pipe in his hand had disappeared from there. Its speed is simply unbelievably fast. The hunters who threw their spears were surprised to see that at the moment when the spear was about to land, the target of the attack had already rushed from the front, and in less than two seconds, it had already appeared in front of them at a distance of only more than ten meters.

"Shoot!" The thought crossed the minds of all hunters almost at the same time. Another throwing gun that you have already prepared at hand is naturally the best weapon. It's just that they don't seem to realize that the enemy simply won't and can't give themselves such a chance again.

It's as simple as transferring the gun held in your left hand to your right hand and adjusting the throwing angle and posture slightly. What's more, the opponent is so close to himself that there is no need to aim at all, even if he throws it indiscriminately, he can hit it completely.

Just as all the hunters were about to do this, they suddenly felt a sharp pain piercing the marrow from their bodies, and the strange sound that they had heard before sounded in their ears once again, as if it was made after the impact of metal.

It was the sound of a gunshot, the characteristic sound of a bullet flying out of its chamber. This sound represents death, and it is the only thought currently on the minds of all hunters who want to throw a spear. It was also an unforgettable experience for them. It's just that such an experience can only be gained at the cost of life.

At the moment when the gunshot rang out, the huge pain from the bullet cracking** made everyone involuntarily look down at the part where the pain came from. It was a horrific scene. They saw their own bodies, no, to be exact, they saw the inside of their bodies. Sticky white intestines gushing out of the abdomen, pieces of rotten flesh tumbling out of the wounds, bone fragments that flowed from the depths of the body after the bullet exploded, and internal organs with huge dark red circular marks left by the bullet piercing. All the mysteries of the body were fully revealed in front of the eyes of the injured at this moment.

Pain, a piercing pain in the heart. Of course, along with the pain, there is also an inexplicable trance. At that moment, the person who was shot seemed to see a strange scene, as well as many images that he had never imagined. Gradually, the last bit of clarity in my brain gradually disappeared from my consciousness like a silk thread flying with the wind. Instead, there was a biting cold coming from all over the body, hands and feet. The cold, which even the warmest flame could not dispel, gradually completely dissipated the last bit of vitality in the body, making the body stiff and the limbs numb. Finally, when the brain is unable to give any instructions, it completely occupies the whole body...