At this time, I saw that the butcher was about to open his mouth to shout.

In desperation, I had no choice but to ignore the danger of being discovered by the butchers, pull the bolt of the gun, and raise my hand to pull the trigger on the butcher.

As soon as the gun rang out, the butcher's head blossomed, and his open mouth never made a sound.

Hearing the gunshots, the butchers all fell to the ground.

The sound of the gunfire frightened the butchers, but it also gave me hope!

Before they could come to their senses, I pulled the bolt of the gun again and shot a butcher lying on the ground in front of me, causing his head to bloom.

Then, I ran to the side.

The butchers reacted and immediately turned around and fired at the place where I had been shot.

At this moment, I had already run to their left. It's on the hillside, above the butchers, and it's a good place to shoot at them.

Two more butchers were shot in the head by me.

They immediately attacked my hiding place with guns.

And at this moment, I have gone around to their right under the cover of the woods.

In this way, I hid behind the big trees from time to time, and sometimes from time to right, and fired cold guns at them.

I'd already found out who the butcher was, but I didn't let him get a headshot—just because I wanted him to be the last to die.

Just as I was able to kill, I found that there were only three butchers left in the group—the butcher leader and two butchers.

The butcher leader noticed that something was wrong and immediately called two butchers to cover him and flee out of the jungle.

Now, I had to shoot the butcher leader.

My bullet broke his leg and he was left to lie on the ground and wail.

My other two bullets also injured the remaining two butchers and couldn't run anymore.

That's when I went over, kicked away their guns, and removed the bayonets from them.

A bayonet was raised at a butcher lying on the ground.

The butcher cried out in mourning, and not only his face changed, but his voice also changed.

I really didn't expect that this murderous butcher would also be afraid of death, and he would not be as good as Yuan Nan, a girl.

I lowered the bayonet—it wasn't that I pitied him and wanted to release him.

I dragged the butcher leader and another butcher over, and I wanted them to see me execute the butcher and give them a taste of fear.

I raised my knife and the butcher was beheaded by me.

The sudden blood from his neck rushed his head to the butcher's head, and the butcher's voice changed with fear. The face on this head has long been deformed with fear.

I walked up to the second butcher. He yelled at me, and I knew he was begging me for mercy. But I didn't even blink an eye before I beheaded him.

Finally, I stood in front of the butcher leader. He also begged me for mercy, and although I did not understand, I still said to him, "Think about what you did to the villagers today, and now I will get them back." ”

I knew he didn't understand it either, but I knew he would guess.

I raised my butcher's knife against him.

A pair of hands suddenly reached over and grabbed mine, and I found them soft and angry.

I looked over, it was Yuan Nan's hand.

I don't know when she came here. She stared at the butcher chief, took the butcher's knife from my hand, said something to the butcher chief, and then swung it angrily.

The butcher's head rolled to the side, and blood spurted from his neck.

The first time he killed someone, Yuan Nan didn't have any fear, not only did his hands not tremble, but his eyes didn't blink.

This didn't seem to make Yuan Nan feel resentful, and she kicked the butcher's head out of the air.

I took the butcher's pistol, hid it with me, and led her out of the jungle.

There was war going on everywhere outside, and I didn't know where to take her, just because she had no home. I didn't know where to go, and it was very unsafe that no one came to see me perform during the war years.

At night, when we were resting on a big tree, she leaned against me and said, "Pass me your knife throwing skills." ”

I said, "You want to learn?" ”

She said, "You pass it to me, not only can I use it for self-defense, but if I encounter the Luo Xinya people slaughtering our people again, I can also slaughter them as you did with them today." ”

I said, "The best weapon against them is a gun." ”

She said, "When I learn how to throw knives, you can teach me how to shoot." ”

I said, "When you learn how to throw knives, you just need to know how to use a gun, and the marksmanship will be perfect." ”

She said, "Okay, you teach me." ”

I said, "I'll teach you." ”

She fell asleep in my arms.

We didn't rush out of the jungle, we found a more secluded place in the depths of the jungle, but with a wide view, and after I told her the trick of throwing knives, I asked her to practice against a big tree.

Yuan Nan is a very smart girl, and the throwing knife she threw did not miss once, so that I, the master, have to think that she has played with throwing knives before.

Although she can nail it to the tree every time, she can't nail it to one point. And the strength in her hands is still a little lacking, although every time she practices this tree as an enemy.

I told her the main points again, and after teaching her twice, she was able to nail the knife to a point seven or eight times out of ten.

This made me have to praise her: "In less than three days, your flying knife skills will be practiced." ”

She was so happy that she smiled at me like a child. It made my heart very cheerful and open.

Three days later, she did exactly what I said, not only did she have enough strength in her hands, but she also improved the speed of her slashing, not to mention the accuracy.

She practiced throwing knives, so I took out my pistol, and it was time for her to learn how to shoot.

To learn how to shoot a gun, you must first understand the construction of the gun.

I disassembled the pistol into parts in front of her and assembled it again.

Then I handed her the pistol.

She's learned, but slower than mine. But for a beginner, it was beyond my expectations.

I then told him how to push the bullet into the hall, how to pull the trigger, and hit the target with three points and one line like a flying knife.

I also told her not to fill her heart with hatred when firing knives and guns. Just because hatred makes people angry, and once they are angry, their hands will inevitably not tremble. A trembling hand, whether it is firing a throwing knife or a gun, will lose its accuracy.

And do not think of the enemy as the enemy, because the enemy will provoke the anger of the person, and the prey will only calm the person. With a calm heart, a knife can hit the vital point of the target with a single shot.