C165 Fly to the Sky

Following which, Yue Ling tossed me her cloth bag full of steel marble s, and at the same time, rushed towards the farm with a short Earth Rod in hand.

I hastily followed him.

There were less than seven or eight Salvation Army men left. They were in a confrontation with the twenty or thirty pirates across the street. The moon spirit signaled to me to cover her as she dashed toward the nearest helicopter.

The people from the Salvation Army saw us as well. I hastily shot at them with the earthen rod. I couldn't care less about the "three points and one line" that the moon spirit had just taught me.

This Earth Rod could only fire three steel marble shots at a time. I continued to shoot "bullets" in this manner, and very quickly, those few fellows were all lying on the ground, not daring to show their heads.

"Hmm?"

This was the legendary suppression of fire.

When I turned back to look at the moon spirit, I was surprised to see that she had already ascended into the sky with a helicopter

What a fast speed.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't had time to say goodbye to her.

The moon spirit gave me an 'OK' sign from the cockpit of the helicopter. It fired two shots with its earthen rod. The helicopter rapidly rose into the air and flew towards the distant horizon.

I paused for a moment, then ran quickly out of the farm.

Fortunately, the Salvation Army didn't seem to have the time to care about me. After all, I didn't have the intention of fighting them to the death. What they really wanted to deal with was those lunatic 'pirates'.

I ran all the way to the woods where I'd been hiding before I stopped, gasping for breath.

Looking towards the horizon, one could still see the shadow of the helicopter with the moon spirit inside …

I felt empty inside.

However, I quickly got my spirits up because I still had something to do.

So far, he had been to the small building and farm, so much so that there was only a third base. At this point, the gunfire from the farm had also died down, and just as he was about to move, he saw two more helicopters rise into the air, chasing after the direction that Moon Spirit had flown off to.

Damn, I knew I should have killed those men from the Salvation Army earlier, but it's too late now. I just hope that when the moon spirit returns to the mainland, there won't be any accidents.

I began to move quickly toward the third base. I kept close to the edge of the woods and listened for any sounds.

Soon, I arrived at the main entrance of the base where I had previously been. I had once been ambushed and knocked unconscious by a man, A, and a man, B.

I climbed up the tree and looked down, only to see that the third base looked like it had been baptized in war. The already unstable building inside was now a pile of rubble, and the third base was surrounded by a large number of helicopters. However, these helicopters were all damaged, some of them looked like they fell from the sky, while some of them looked like they were artificially damaged after falling to the ground.

I saw a group of Salvation Army men in the middle of the field. One of them was talking into a walkie-talkie.

I counted them carefully and found that there were eleven of them, but they were too far away for me to hear what he was saying.

I noticed that they were all holding the same tube in their hands. After a while, the man put down the walkie-talkie, waved it back and forth a few times, and started running toward me with the eleven men.

I jumped in fright as I thought that these people would notice me. After all, these fellows were equipped with automatic rifles, but their range and power were far greater than earth gun's. I didn't dare to face them head on.

Back then, I actually had a chance to get an automatic rifle from the small building, but I couldn't figure out how to use it even after watching for a long time. I thought that the earth gun was still useful, so I didn't take it.

Just as I was about to jump down from the tree to slip away, I saw those people turn and run towards a gap in the wall at the side of the main entrance.

As I got closer, I could hear what the guys were shouting.

It sounds to me as if these guys found a bunch of survivors and are now on their way to surround and hunt them down

'Could it be … '

Li Zhiwen's group?

My heart immediately tensed up, because Duan Xiaoxiao was also there!

However, this was a good thing for me. If it really was them, then it meant that they were still alive.

At this thought, I immediately slipped down from the tree and began to follow the group from a distance.

These people were really "amateur." They didn't even notice that I was following them. I didn't even see one of them turn around.

After following the group of people for a distance, they actually arrived at the big canyon. This group of people were very timid, and did not dare to follow the small path to cross the big canyon. Instead, they took a detour to the west beach.

I thought in my heart that Lin Hai wouldn't be stupid enough to bring those people back to Duan Long's camp … …

However, my guess seems to be quite accurate. After an hour, these eleven people stopped. At the same time, I saw that there were a few more from the forest that belonged to the Salvation Army.

As soon as these people converged, they began to talk to each other. From a distance, I could hear the new arrivals reporting that they had found the location of the survivors, but they were too stubborn to fight back.

I couldn't make out the rest of what was being said, only that the guy with the walkie-talkie was gesturing and whispering orders to the others, and then they were moving forward into the woods again.

Not long after, I could already see the outline of Duan Long's camp, and with a glance, I could see a few heads sticking out from within the camp towards the outside of the fence, and then they all shrank back.

At the same time, I noticed that on the beach outside the camp, the fishing boat that we had previously parked seemed to have been damaged as well, leaving only half of its damaged hull lying on the beach.

F * ck, which bastard made this boat? I was wondering if I could get some diesel from these Salvation Army soldiers and get this ship.

The dozen or so people from the Salvation Army fanned out toward the camp, and I started to quickly come up with a plan to deal with them.

At the moment, it doesn't seem like it's a wise choice for me to charge straight at them with the Fire Rod. Whether it's the power of my spear or my firearms, they are all inferior to me.

I thought that I would have to wait for these people to disperse before I would attack them one by one.

I thought about what the moon spirit said before she left. I have to be ruthless towards these guys!

I quietly pulled the machete away from my side.

At that moment, I heard a few men's shouts coming from the camp, as if they were shouting something in preparation for a counterattack. For a moment, I couldn't tell who it was, but it sounded very familiar.

These people were also not completely scattered. Rather, they were split into two groups. Each group had two people close to each other, each responsible for observing the left front and right front. Unfortunately, they had forgotten about what was happening behind them …

I started to move toward the two people closest to me, but

I still overestimate my own agility, or I still underestimate the sensitivity of those people.

I hadn't even run half the distance when the two people in front of me suddenly turned their heads towards me. When they saw me, they were obviously shocked and their gazes quickly landed on the Mountain Splitter in my hand. In the next instant, the two of them pointed their guns at me.

I hastily bent over and laid on the ground. The ear-piercing sound of gunfire immediately rang out.

At the same time, the Salvation Army troops from other directions naturally surrounded me. Although their aim was average, they had the advantage in numbers. I felt as though I was about to be enveloped by a bullet net.

But soon I noticed that there seemed to be some other sound to the gunshot

The sound of a wolf howling

When the howls of the wolves came out, the number of bullets that shot towards me clearly decreased by more than half. I took this opportunity to flip a few times on the ground before hiding behind a tree, and then I stuck my head out to look in the direction of the howls of the wolves.