It was getting dark.

A scorching evening breeze blew on the tips of the grass.

Wang Yaozu touched the bison and signaled: Let's start acting!

The bison hesitated, but also followed Wang Yaozu's example, and the cat stood up with his waist bent.

The two of them slowly reached under the oak tree.

The campfire under the oak tree had been extinguished, and there was a burst of snoring.

The cowboy is asleep!

Wang Yaozu couldn't help but rejoice in his heart. It seems that his luck is still good.

He had already figured out that two white men, he and the buffalo would play one against the other. As long as they take advantage of their unpreparedness and smash a stone on their heads, there is still a good hope of success.

His heart was pounding.

The stones in his hands were very stable.

As he got closer and closer to the oak tree, he could already see the dark shadow sleeping against the oak tree.

These two cowboys are also very bold, and they can fall asleep like this with such a large group of Indians!

Probably they never thought that there would be a rebellion of Indian prisoners, right?

Wang Yaozu once again thanked God for the good luck he received in his heart.

At this moment, the dark shadow under the oak tree suddenly stood up slowly—

I'm Cao!

It's been discovered!

There's a white guy who doesn't sleep at all!

"Rush over!"

Wang Yaozu reacted instantly, shouted, and rushed over desperately while holding the stone.

At this time, they were only about ten paces away from the oak tree, and even if the white man had a gun in his hand, they were not completely out of chance.

He had observed during the day, and the guns on both whites were more than a man long, and they were clearly characterized by smoothbore guns.

Even Wang Yaozu was seventy percent sure that the two of them should be holding the Springfield Model 1812.

This kind of gun is a typical queue shooting tactical gun, and the accuracy is touching.

And it's not a burst, what are you afraid of?

"Joey, get up!" The shadow let out a loud cry and aimed his spear at the two of them.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out!

startled Wang Yaozu.

But he didn't stop rushing forward, and he could feel that he hadn't been shot.

The hit rate of the smoothbore gun is not covered, and even if it is so close, it will not hit him!

Fight!

Dodging this shot, as long as you get close to those two white people, it's a five-five situation, which is better than being scalped!

"Bison!" Wang Yaozu shouted.

"You're left, I'm right!"

By this time he was approaching the two white men.

He even saw the guy on the ground rolling and rolling over, with a look of horror on his face.

And the guy who had finished firing the shot hurriedly dropped the spear in his hand, pressed his hand to his waist, and stepped back again and again.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came from his head, and then he felt the world spin, staggering a few steps, and then falling headlong.

He fell to the ground, feeling a hot and moist current coming out of the back of his head.

Finished!

Did you just cross over and die like this?

Well, it's better to just die.

It's better than being an Indian alive.

Don't be an Indian at all!

Especially to be a 19th century Indian!

"Sir, I want to surrender!" He hadn't lost his sanity, so he could hear the bison.

He fell to the ground and watched as the buffalo walked toward the two white men with his hands held high.

"Sir, I am surrendering! I want to report! There's a traitor here......"

As he spoke, the bison also tilted his strong body sideways and said to Wang Yaozu on the ground.

Damn it!

Bison actually speaks English?

Damn, Indian traitor!

……

Before Wang Yaozu crossed over, in addition to being an ordinary worker, he was also a martial arts enthusiast.

However, he does not belong to the faction of 'receiving, transforming, and hairing', nor does he belong to the faction of 'digging out his crotch and gouging his eyes', and the likes of Jeet Kune Do, Inch Boxing, Wing Chun, etc., have nothing to do with his hobbies.

He doesn't look down on that.

He cultivates "The Interior of the Yellow Court", pays attention to the unity of heaven and man, practices the contemplation and emptiness, and seeks immortality.

No matter how high the martial arts are, they can't beat the gun.

But if Lao Tzu succeeds in cultivating the Tao and ascends directly, you can play by yourself!

Immortals, much more advanced than you.

This is called a dimensionality reduction strike.

However, he didn't have any fame after all.

Just like his life, with high ambitions, dreaming of being a CEO, reading the book of dragon slaying, and honestly screwing on an assembly line.

Until sudden death.

……

The eyelids become heavier and heavier.

The scene in front of me began to become hazy, and the sounds in my ears seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

At his dying moment, in addition to feeling worthless about his crossing, he was also deeply distressed by the betrayal of the bison just now.

Bison, once the most powerful warrior of the valley tribe to which he belonged.

But even such warriors succumbed to the white man's steel and gunpowder. I'd rather be a servile traitor than have the courage to confront the whites.

It's the 19th century, where are the warriors who can fight against steel and gunpowder?

The backbone of the Indians has been shattered!

All he could hear was the bison talking to two white people, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

In a blur, he saw the white man grab a short gun from his waist, which seemed to be a revolver, check the bullet inside, and walk in front of him.

"He won't live!" A white man said.

"Take advantage of the life, I'll come!" Another white man walked slowly over with a knife in his hand.

"Forget it, Mike!" The white man with the revolver pointed his gun at Wang Yaozu, who fell to the ground. "It's so inhumane to be scalping alive, you can't do this kind of thing in front of me as a puritan!"

……

Wang Yaozu listened as they argued over whether it was humane to scalp alive.

The muzzle of the black hole in his eyes gradually became clearer.

Suddenly, it was as if the world in front of me was jumping.

He saw what seemed to be a dotted line, extending from the muzzle of the black hole and falling on his face.

The location is about halfway across the bridge of the nose.

This is the trajectory of the bullet!

He understood in an instant.

As soon as the revolver pulls the trigger, the muzzle bullet will follow this trajectory and land on the bridge of his nose.

This......

Is this my cheating?

Doesn't seem to be useful?

What's the use of being able to see the trajectory of a bullet?

Can you be faster than a bullet?

As if to answer the doubts in his heart, he felt that a warm current was filling his limbs.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart answering him:

"While you're not faster than a bullet, being able to see the trajectory of a bullet means you have at least 0.5 seconds more reaction time than your enemies."

0.5 seconds?

Fight?

Let's fight!

But what if you don't fight?