The hot blood stained Wushuang's clothes red, and when Wushuang looked down, he was also surprised, where is this Russian old Maozi? Obviously he is a wild man with white hair. He is nearly two meters tall and has a sturdy physique, and if he was a peerless in the early Ming Dynasty, he might not be his opponent.

There has always been a legend of wild men in the uninhabited area of Siberia, Russia, these wild men are tall and large, there is no essential difference between the palms and soles of the feet, they are covered with long hair, and they live in caves. Locals call it Bigfoot.

The wild people still maintain their primitive wildness, and they are afraid of fire. Wushuang casually found a tree fork and threw it in, leaving two bigfoot monsters in the frightened hole and screaming. They were very curious, and wanted to come to study why the fire was glowing, but they did not dare to approach.

Just as the two big guys were dancing around the firelight, Wushuang suddenly dodged out of the hole, slammed two shots, and shot the gun in the head, knocking the two guys to the ground and splashing blood on the spot.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the enclosed cavern, and it hurt people's ears. Ma Ya struggled to get up from the haystack, but luckily the big guy just slapped her unconscious. She stood up and saw that the two Bigfoot monsters in the cave had all fallen to the ground, and at the entrance of the cave stood a man covered in blood, with a hideous face and a killer's tyranny in his eyes. The frightened Ma Ya took a few steps back and leaned against the cave wall shivering, thinking that she had encountered a zombie.

"Don't come here......" Ma Ya said tremblingly.

The bloody guy at the entrance of the cave really didn't move, he looked at Ma Ya steadily, and the fierce light in his eyes turned into pity. "Hiss......" he smacked his mouth and touched his back with his right hand, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Brother?" Ma Ya rushed over and quickly helped the lover up.

"You don't bring a gun when you come out, are you stupid?" Wushuang reproached with a loving hug around the beauty.

"People left the gun for you because they were afraid that you would be in danger. ”

In the murderous aura that flashed in Wushuang's eyes just now, Ma Ya seemed to see Wu Gongyao, the leader of the thieves in the past. She, a childhood sweetheart, may have really grown up, and is no longer the little ruffian he used to be, and the recklessness ingrained in his bloodline has gradually occupied his young body.

Ma Ya happily hugged the blood-gourd-like man in her arms, this is what she wants, a man who really stands up to the sky!

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard outside, and Wushuang had to endure the pain and once again pick up his gun and aim it at the horse team that was running in their direction. The people on horseback did not look like the Russians with big noses and blond hair, they turned out to be yellow. Isn't this Russia? They're still in China?

The group of centaurs jumped off the ground and surrounded Wushuang and Ma Ya, both of whom were also carrying shotguns, and Wushuang had to raise his hands high above his head.

Those people first looked at the corpses of the three Bigfoot monsters in astonishment, and then at Wushuang, who was covered in blood, and the smoke in the barrel of Wushuang was still not completely dissipated. It was clear that the three Bigfoot monsters were killed by the young man.

"What are you going to do? Who are you? Don't touch my brother! Something is coming at me!" Ma Ya spread her hands in front of Wushuang.

Fifteen or sixteen hunters dressed in animal skin jackets got closer and closer, and the frightened Ma Ya pushed Wushuang away, guarding his lover like a protector.

But the next action of this group of people was not to rush up and grab the two of them, but to put down the shotguns in their hands and kneel down around Wushuang together, muttering a string of words they didn't understand. Although they couldn't understand the language, judging from the way they spoke, it seemed that they had heard it somewhere...... Yes, it must be Paston!

"Who are you?" asked Wushuang.

A man who seemed to be the leader stepped forward, took off his buckskin wine bag from behind him, and respectfully handed it to Wushuang. Ma Ya lives in the Xing'an Mountains all the year round, understands the folk customs of this area, she looks, this wine bag is also painted with the totem of reindeer, so many ethnic groups in the vicinity only the Evenki people worship reindeer.

"Don't be afraid, they're also Evenks. It is estimated that these three Bigfoot monsters often attack the reindeer in the forest and make enemies with the Evenks, and you will be grateful to you for removing the calamity for them. Ma Ya said.

These Evenks are different from Dural in that they are herders living in the Siberian region of Russia, they do not speak Chinese, and their living environment is even more closed than that of Dural, and Russia is vast and sparsely populated, and the conquest never forcibly allows these minority tribes to relocate.

The Evenks invited Wushuang and Ma Ya back to their tribe, and treated them with good wine and meat as guests.

Wushuang is bent on going home, although the Evenks are hospitable, this is not home, and the family must be crazy now. Be sure to find a way to get in touch with home as soon as possible.

They could not communicate with the Evenks in words, so they simply found a pen and paper and drew a pattern of a telephone. Early the next morning, the Evenks gave them a horse, took them to the mountain road, and pointed to a village at the bottom of the mountain, meaning that there was a telephone in the small Russian village below. The Evenks were very careful, afraid that they would not bring any money, so they deliberately gave them a reindeer antler as a phone bill.

The village at the foot of the hill is not small, there are four or five hundred Russian families living in the village, and there is a stone road in the middle of the village, and the two sides of the road are also a trading place, and the nearby minority tribes will exchange their freshly hunted game for clothes, cheese, or big lieba. The Great Leba is a type of bread that is native to Russia.

Wushuang and Ma Ya rode horses in a foreign market, but they had a unique style, and everywhere they went, they all attracted the envy of the locals, they were really a pair of talented and beautiful little couples. It's just that the yellow people in the East are very eye-catching here, and it doesn't matter if they look at them alone, it's a little embarrassing for everyone to turn around and look at them.

Not far away, a blonde old lady with her eyes closed is walking around the market with her little grandson in her arms (there is no typo here, it is indeed the blonde with her eyes closed, because the old lady is blind). Then a sloppy Russian ruffian deliberately squeezed past her, and at the moment when he passed the blind old lady, his thief's hand reached into the old lady's pocket.

Who is Wushuang? He is the leader of the thieves, and how can he be deceived by such indiscriminate theft methods in the world, and this Russian thief is not even qualified to carry shoes for him in China. He immediately jumped off his horse and grabbed the thief's wrist. Anyway, he couldn't understand what he said, and Wushuang didn't bother to say it, so he gave him a look and asked him to put the old lady's wallet back.