Soon after they passed, we saw an invader wearing a steel helmet and a military uniform chasing after them.

When I saw the invaders coming, I picked up my gun. But she stopped me.

After the invaders had passed, she said, "Look at the orderliness of those who retreat, presumably they have a trap in front of them." ”

I said, "Are they leading these aggressors into their trap?" ”

She said, "Wait, it won't be long before we hear about it, and then we'll do it when the surviving invaders return." ”

I said, "In the future, we should be careful in the jungle so that we don't fall into the trap." ”

Not long after they passed, there were terrifying sounds and screams of people being hit.

The sound lasted for a long time, and then there was a burst of gunfire. After a while, we saw a small group of invaders retreating in disarray.

We immediately took action against these aggressors in the same way that we dealt with the butchers.

I told my disciples that if you could get a bullet into their hearts, you should never hit them in the head.

The invaders who escaped death had not yet relented from their panic when they were caught in the flank of our master and apprentice.

It took us some time to get rid of all the defeated and wounded invaders.

When our gunshots rang out, the invaders jumped up like frightened mice. When they found out that it was just the two of us, their frightened hearts were not only put back in their stomachs, but their spirits were also very uplifted.

They rushed towards me screaming.

I know they're going to take out their anger on us about being ambushed in front of us.

But when they rushed behind the tree where I was shooting, they couldn't see me.

They had no choice but to shoot at the thorns in front of them. Then I carefully picked the thorns with the bayonet of my gun, and saw if I had been killed in the thorns by their indiscriminate shots.

Before they could find my body, the apprentice fired a shot in their rear. One of the invaders in the back let out a terrible scream and plunged headlong into the eighteenth layer of hell.

They hurriedly turned around and rushed in the direction in which the apprentice had fired.

At this time, I sent an invader away on their flank.

Highly trained invaders are indeed not the same as the rabble butchers.

They immediately rushed at us in two directions.

Not all of them only pay attention to the front, and some of them pay attention to the left, right and rear as they rush forward.

I immediately understood why they survived and were not wiped out by the guerrillas.

So, when my apprentices and I shot at them, their bullets flew at us.

This meant that my apprentice and I had to start running in the other direction the moment we pulled the trigger.

This will be somewhat inaccurate. But it didn't matter, it didn't take long for us to get the hang of it and the how.

We lay on the ground behind thorns or trees, fired a shot at the invader, and then quickly rolled to the side. It takes a few seconds for the aggressor to spot us, point the gun at us, and pull the trigger. These few seconds are enough for us to escape.

Our escape method is also very good, once we dodge their bullets, we do a silent job of transposition, so that they think we are crushed by their bullets. Then they will be tightly drawn to continue walking there.

And we're already in the other direction, finding the right time to give them a cold shot.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, the invaders already knew that we were not comparable to the guerrillas.

They no longer want to annihilate us in the first place, and they also understand that they can do everything with their lives.

They carefully guarded in all directions, slowly retreating out of the jungle.

Even when my apprentices and I shot at them and killed their kind, they wouldn't stop and rush at us. Shoot only at us, suppress us with a dense bullet and not fire a second shot.

They took advantage of the fact that we didn't fire a second shot and ran forward.

Will we let them go? My apprentices and I changed our approach and shot at them alternately in different places.

When they fired a dense stream of bullets in the direction where I was shooting, the apprentices shot in their back, so that they had to separate a part of the people to shoot in the direction of the apprentice's shots.

I found a safe place and shot at them.

I know this will slow them down and we will have time to eliminate them one by one.

What we didn't expect was that in the end, they didn't fight back, ran forward with guns, kept running, didn't stop, didn't look back. Even if we kill the people around them, instead of slowing down, they speed up.

They understand that as soon as they get out of this jungle, we can't do anything about them.

My apprentice and I picked up the pace.

But still let the two invaders rush out of the jungle.

We chased them out of the jungle and fired a shot at them, and they fell into the paddy fields by the side of the road.

We went back into the jungle, found the invaders we had killed, replenished them with plenty of ammunition, and replaced them with good guns - not that our guns were bad, but that our guns were fired too many times, and the chambers were worn out loosely, and such guns were prone to jamming.

And every time we shoot, we can't and are not allowed to get stuck.

We didn't carry one, but two. We have to have one on hand, just in case.

Among the corpses of these invaders, my apprentice and I were also given a pistol, which was also replenished with a lot of pistol ammunition.

My apprentice and I were ecstatic.

Throwing knives can certainly defend oneself, but they are not as good as pistols.

And the pistol we got was not a thick barge gun, but a short pistol whose name I don't know. The pistol is hidden on the body and is not easy to be detected.

After we had rested, she led me forward without waiting for me to make any plans.

I asked her where she was going.

She told me to go find the butchers.

But we have been to several villages, and we have not found any trace of butchers. And the villages we went to were the ones the butchers were most likely to slaughter.

For some reason, for a month in a row, we didn't have a butcher.

Autumn is in full swing and war is raging.

On this day, we finally waited for a team of butchers. They went to a neighboring village to do bad things. Naturally, we won't let them harm the villagers again.