Volume 1: Looking to the Northwest, Shooting the Sirius Chapter 43: Unsheathing the Knife, Drinking Blood and Returning Part 1
Grandma is such a badass, her reaction speed is too slow. Chaitino grinned and shook his head, then said:
"The second type of wound was wide and deep, with signs of cutting. From the looks of it, it doesn't look like something done by a bandit."
This time Shentu Zijin came to his senses and struck his hand fiercely:
"Could it be a machete? The bandit is using a Dahua standard horizontal sword. There is something wrong with this!"
Chai Tiannuo nodded happily, Zijin was doing okay, and he didn't get fooled to the end.
"The third type of wound is a common gunshot wound, but I found marmot hair in the wound!"
Even Bian Sheng was a little confused now. How could there be marmot hair in the wound?
“Why are there marmot furs?”
"The Tatars on the grasslands in the northwest like to tie the fur of marmots at the end of their spears. Marmots are rich in oil and are very useful for blocking blood flow."
Chai Tiannuo explained that Bian Sheng and the two men suddenly realized that what gunmen are most afraid of is that the pole is soaked in blood, so Dahua people usually tie red tassels on the head and tail of the gun. They never thought that on the grassland, they tie fur. They really have their own differences.
Each method.
"...Who asked just now?"
Chai Tiannuo frowned, Bian Sheng and Shen Tu Zijin looked at each other, yes, who asked?
Looking up, the three of them froze at the same time, okay? A large group of people were surrounding them, and the vigilance of the three brothers was all gone!
"Oh, there are actually deer deer to eat. I am living a good life!"
The mountain chief tore off the remaining thigh, split it into two pieces, handed one piece to Sun Jingzhong, and ate it himself. Needless to say, it tasted really good.
The three people stood up hurriedly and crossed their hands to salute:
"Good morning, Mr. Shan, and good teaching, everyone."
"It's not good at all. I drank a lot of clear soup and water in the morning. I don't want to be proud of my disciple but he is eating alone. I am crying~, don't stand, eat it while it's hot!"
The mountain chief waved his hand, and the instructors sat down. A deer was instantly divided into pieces, and even the thighs in the hands of Chaitino and the others were snatched away.
The three brothers looked at each other and smiled bitterly, thinking that their efforts all morning were in vain.
"Tiannuo, your analysis was very good just now, tell me what you think."
The mountain chief asked while eating. Chai Tiannuo squatted down, thought for a while and said:
"I heard from the guard at the right prison that these bandits appeared very unexpectedly and their number was beyond imagination. This is a suspicious point."
"Bitter bandits are like stagnant water. Every one of them dies and one is missing. It is impossible for a large number of them to suddenly appear."
"I just inspected the bodies of the brothers who died last year. I have a guess that these so-called bandits are probably impersonated by the Tatars from the grasslands in the northwest."
The mountain leader nodded slightly, and then said with some doubts:
"The guards did not find any of these obvious clues when they fought against them before. Why is that?"
Chai Tiannuo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then his expression changed drastically:
"Captain, do you think the people the Juren Cavalry encountered were new Tatars who have not yet had time to change their equipment?"
The mountain leader suddenly stood up, and the teachers gasped at the same time. If that was the case, this would be a big deal!
"Prepare your horses. I want to go to the cavalry team to see for myself!"
"You three boys are going together!"
"Sun Jingzhong, set up camp and prepare for defense!"
"Here!"
The four northern horses were galloping forward on the snow with their iron hooves flying. Chai Tiannuo patted the horses and sat down. He and Bian Sheng looked at each other and smiled. They were worthy of being northern horses. Their speed and size were far from their hometown ponies.
Can be compared.
As we ran all the way, snowflakes started to fall in the air again, and the mountain chief suddenly roared:
"Tiannuo, there is a sentry pretending to be a dumb bird sixty feet to the right. He was shot by a certain person. He is going to live!"
"Here!"
Pulling out the Moon Rhinoceros that had already been wound up, Chai Tiannuo took a brief aim, opened the bow, and let go!
"Chirp~!"
The armor-piercing cone penetrated the snow curtain with a harsh sound and disappeared in an instant.
After two breaths, no sound was heard. Bian Sheng and Shen Tu Zijin couldn't help but frown, and missed the shot?
This is understandable, snowflakes were flying, and the two of them squinted for a long time. They could only see about 30 feet at most, and beyond that, it was a vast expanse, and it was too difficult to hit it.
"Good job. Let's go to the dormitory. Besides Sun Jingzhong, it's you!"
The mountain leader nodded with satisfaction and took the lead and ran over.
In the snow, the sentry, whose body was wrapped in rags, fell to the ground and groaned. His left shoulder was blown to pieces by the armor-piercing cone, and the blood that spurted out was quickly frozen into ice by the cold wind.
The prairie horse nudges its master with its head, its big eyes full of sadness.
Chai Tiannuo dismounted and looked at the spear on the victory hook and the scimitar on the whistle's waist. He cut open the rag wrapping his head with one knife, and his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Chief Shan, what a steppe Tatar!"
The Chinese pay great attention to the body, hair, and skin they receive from their parents, so they all have long hair.
However, because of the inconvenience of bathing and in order to avoid attracting bugs, the Tatars on the grassland usually shave their heads. The bald head is the one in front of you. Looking at the dark scalp, it will take a long time to clean the head.
The mountain leader nodded and dismounted, slapped the whistle twice to wake him up, and then asked questions.
"The mountain chief can actually speak prairie dialect. I can't believe it."
Shentu Zijin was surprised and said that the mountain chief looked like a rough guy, and he really didn't seem to have the patience to learn other people's languages.
Bian Sheng grinned, why don't you just grin when I'm still here, aren't you afraid of getting slapped?
"Ah~~!"
The sudden roar startled the three of them. The mountain commander held down the head of the whistle with one hand, and dense blue and black blood vessels emerged from his face, which looked extremely scary.
"What kind of method is this to force a confession?"
Shen Tuzi's eyes almost fell out of their sockets. The image of the mountain leader made a 180-degree change in his heart.
"Without him, the master mobilized his inner strength to forcibly reverse the blood energy, and it hurts all the time."
Chai Tiannuo gritted his teeth and said, making Tuzi Shen's eyes almost burst:
"Hey, the mountain leader is actually the master?"
Chai Tiannuo slapped himself on the forehead. How on earth does this idiot treat the mountain leader?
"...It would be strange if the mountain leader is not a master!"
Bian Sheng also had a headache. He was making comments in front of the parties concerned. This idiot was hopeless.
Under the attack of internal force, black blood continued to flow out of Youshao's seven orifices, but even though the pain was extreme, he did not reveal any information.
There was a bang, and one eyeball exploded, followed by another. Youshao yelled at the top of his lungs, and blood spurted out, killing him instantly.
"...He's a man, just bury him."
The mountain chief stood up and covered the sentry's face with a rag on the ground. No matter when, a tough person will be respected by others, even the enemy.
There was a snow cave next to it. Bian Sheng and Shen Tuzijin picked up the body and wanted to throw it in. Chai Tiannuo hurriedly stopped him:
"Wait a minute, this is too wasteful!"
What do you mean, the two of them were a little confused.
He took off the sheathed scimitar from his belt, took out a metal sign from the whistle and put it in his arms. Chaitino chopped off the head with one knife and stuffed it into his pocket, then grinned:
"If you don't make money, then you are an idiot."
"..."
The corner of Bian Sheng's mouth twitched. It must be you Chai Tiannuo. You are no match for the fool. This slap hit the mountain leader directly on the face!