The third brother's name was Xiong San, and he was also a martial arts practitioner for many years. But when he heard the gunfire, he had no other choice but to run.
At this time, Xiong San, who was nervous and frightened, saw Zhou Wen dragging someone and quickly caught up with himself who had already used all his strength to run. He felt bitter in his heart: "Retribution comes quickly! At this time, the person who runs fast has a chance to survive.
The biggest thing is, I’m afraid I’ll be in trouble if I’m behind.”
But I heard Zhou Wen say hurriedly: "Third brother, is there something wrong?"
Xiong San was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out Zhou Wen's plan and did not dare to intervene.
Zhou Wen gasped again and shouted: "If you have weapons, give them to me and I will lead them away. Be quick, or everyone will die."
Xiong San subconsciously took out a dagger hidden under his body. As soon as he took it into his hand, Zhou Wen snatched it away. He was about to feel bad, but he saw Zhou Wen pushing Xu Dacheng towards him and shouting: "Help me take Dacheng with me."
Run, I will lure the bandits away. Remember, you are here."
Before Xiong San could recover, he saw Zhou Wen's figure walking through the woods, heading in the direction of the bandits.
Xiong San had no time to think, and dragged Xu Dacheng, who was confused, to continue running without hesitation. But his intuition told him that he could not leave Xu Dacheng behind, otherwise there would be unpredictable consequences.
Zhou Wen adjusted his breathing while running. The more he ran, the lighter his body became, completely releasing his senses.
After a while, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps about a hundred meters ahead. "What the hell are you going to hunt down to the end! Do we have a grudge?" Zhou Wen cursed, and moved to the side where the footsteps were sparse.
When he came to a big tree and predicted the direction in which the bandits were coming, Zhou Wen bit the dagger in his mouth and climbed up the tree with a few clicks.
He was very satisfied with his physical condition. He also had more confidence in his next actions. He calmly adjusted his breathing and waited patiently.
"Spread out a little bit and search carefully. I don't believe they are animals. Sooner or later they will be unable to run away. When they are caught, I will skin them myself." The voice of the bandit leader came, followed by footsteps.
The sound is getting closer and closer.
A group of people trotted closer. There were about thirty people, wearing all kinds of clothes. Only a dozen of them had guns. Some of the others had knives, some had spears, and even some had bows and arrows.
Zhou Wen only stared at the man with the gun, and saw that a bandit with a gun was running in the direction close to the big tree where he was hiding. The man was about forty years old, with a messy beard and a dirty turban on his head.
Breathing heavily.
As luck would have it, the man ran to the largest tree here, the tree where Zhou Wen was hiding, and leaned against the tree to catch his breath.
Zhou Wen had been prepared for a long time. He originally thought that he would have to go through a lot of trouble, but unexpectedly, this old bandit took a rest right at his feet.
It’s exactly this: there is a road to heaven but you don’t take it, and there is no door to hell but you come here instead.
Zhou Wen jumped down gently. Taking advantage of the inertia of his fall, he felt that he didn't use much force on his hands. "Puff!" With a soft sound, the dagger pierced the back of the bandit's head as easily as a watermelon.
The bandit didn't even have time to start before he collapsed softly.
After Zhou Wen landed, he pulled out the dagger with his right hand and picked up the man's rifle with his left hand.
A bandit holding a knife next to him was stunned. In his daze, he only saw a ghostly black shadow jumping down from the tree. The idol he usually admired most, an old gangster who had been in the underworld for many years, was killed with a knife.
Looking at the deep hole on the back of the old gangster's head with red and white liquid gushing out, he was so frightened that he said "Ah!" with his mouth wide open, not knowing what to do.
Zhou Wen turned around and ran away. At this moment, the bandit who realized what he was doing screamed heartbreakingly: "The old dog is dead! The old dog was killed by someone. It was a boy, and he snatched the old dog's gun."
Zhou Wen ignored the belated gunshots and chaotic shouts behind him and ran around the S-shaped route. After pulling away for a while, he listened carefully.
Later, the bandit leader's voice came again: "Old carpenter, take five men with guns to chase that little bastard.
The others and I should continue to chase the ones in front, so as not to fall into their trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain. I don't believe it. I will chase these hotheads until dark today. I will skin them alive to avenge my old dog brother.
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Zhou Wen thought: "This is troublesome. This bandit actually knows this is a trick, and he just didn't have time to grab the bullet."
Thinking of this, I took the rifle in my hand and examined it carefully.
This is an old old sleeve, which is the Gew88 rifle imitated from Germany in the late Qing Dynasty by the Hanyang Arsenal. Because a sleeve is welded to the outside of the barrel to protect the barrel, it is commonly known in China as the old sleeve.
Looking at this old rifle, which was extremely poorly maintained and had almost worn out rifling, Zhou Wen estimated that it might not be able to shoot accurately at a hundred meters. He couldn't help but smile bitterly when he opened the barrel and saw that there were only two bullets.
What to do? Zhou Wen became entangled. It was okay for him to be alone, but Xu Dacheng was his brother and he must protect his safety.
Time was getting tighter and tighter. After much deliberation, there was only one way to scare the bandits away so that they would not dare to continue chasing. The only way was to kill the leader. They didn't know that they only had two bullets.
If they thought they had five bullets and could kill their leader with the first shot, who would dare to attack?
If you know that four people will die if you continue to pursue them, then who will die? Who will die first?
Bandits are not an army, they are just a mob. Once the leader dies, it is very likely that the others will scatter.
After making up his mind, Zhou Wen began to run quickly in the direction Xu Dacheng and the others were running. He ran and stopped, always keeping a hundred meters away from the bandits. At the same time, he had to observe the marks on the ground, which would be troublesome.
First of all, we need to confirm who the bandit leader is. Zhou Wen has memorized his voice, and now we need to find him among the bandits.
Zhou Wen ran and observed until he reached a small ravine with dried up water traces. After passing the ravine, there was another ridge. From the opposite side of the mountain, the view here was relatively wider.
Zhou Wen quickly climbed up the mountainside and found a dirt bag with a better view to lie down on. He estimated that it was about 70 to 80 meters away from the edge of the woods opposite.
He carefully checked the rifle again, turned on the safety, and then quietly lurked and waited.
After a while, the bandits appeared in twos and threes at the edge of the woods. It seemed that they were experienced in tracking them. Now the bandits stopped running, so they followed the traces of Xiong San and others.
