Xu Tong walked back about fifty meters with his waist bent. He was also covered with camouflage plants and trees. There were not many camouflage items. This could ensure that he would not be caught by the vegetation when performing high-intensity exercises. The camouflage items could not be used as actions. of burden. He first sprinkled the dead branches on his left hand evenly on the road along the direction of travel, covered it with loose soil and fallen leaves, and then chose a hard soil ground beside the road, with soft green vegetation and dense grass in the backlight to slowly lie down. . Moving in hard grass and withered grass will make a swishing sound. The greener and tenderer the grass, the smaller the sound it will make. Soft-soled shoes on wet hard mud will make almost no sound when stepped on, and sound is essential for concealment. important.
Not long after he lay down, the pursuers arrived as promised. They walked very carefully and tried not to touch suspicious fallen leaves and pebbles. However, when they passed the dead branch area, a dead branch was "snap"ed. Wei Mingchen didn't take it seriously. There were many dead branches accumulated over the years in the mountains and forests. Even hunters could not avoid stepping on dead branches and gravel and scare away their prey.
The footprints disappeared. Wei Mingchen crouched down and carefully searched for clues. The target moved very slowly. If the traces were eliminated, the time for them to be caught up would only be shorter. In this case, they must have some intention in doing so. , maybe hiding or ambushing, he opened his mouth and said: "Search the area around here to see if there is..."
Just as he was talking, the other swordsmen passed Wei Mingchen and continued to move forward, inevitably stepping on a dead branch again. Wei Mingchen immediately noticed the abnormality. There was only one possibility for stepping on dead branches so frequently in a short period of time, warning. When he was about to give a loud warning, a scream of "Ah" came from behind him.
Xu Tong maintained an absolutely still posture. His eyes could barely see through the grass and the wild road ahead. His vision was poor and very blurry. He was silent. When he heard the first sound of dead branches breaking, Xu Tong determined the position of the enemy's leader. When several consecutive shadows passed by, he finally determined the number of pursuers. Eight people, two Groups of two, spaced approximately one and a half meters apart.
Xu Tong slightly arched his body, resting on his hands and feet, holding a short knife in his mouth, like a spring compressed to the limit to accumulate energy. His eyes were fixed on the blurry figures in the team. When the second sound of dead branches shattering Ringing, he finally saw the last enemy.
The moment the last person turned his face to the other side, Xu Tong suddenly ejected without any hesitation. The opponent was unprepared. Xu Tong made two fierce stabs to the left rib and immediately escaped with one blow. Almost in an instant, he rushed forward. After walking two or three meters, he did not look back, nor did he care about the life or death of the person being stabbed. He only knew that as long as he was stabbed, a threat would be eliminated. Several short arrows fired from hand crossbows flew by. This poor hand crossbow could only pose a threat to unarmored targets at close range. If the distance was slightly further, it would be inaccurate. Xu Tong had to run a few meters away to fight for the target. At this glimmer of hope.
Xu Tong crouched down, clutching the short spear made of tree trunks and running in the expected direction. There was a tree stump half a man tall with the last bamboo tube tied to it. The seal at the bottom of the bamboo tube had already been cut open, revealing a piece of thread. When Xu Tong passed by, he yanked the rope with his left hand, and the bamboo tube spurted out a stream of white smoke. A red signal bomb rose into the sky, and when it reached the highest point, it snapped open a small parachute. Falling downwards, Xu Tong glanced at the signal flare behind him in his busy schedule. Since it was to lure the enemy, there was no need to continue hiding, hoping that someone would see it.
After setting off the flare, Xu Tong changed direction and started running with all his strength. The non-stop fighting made him feel that his physical strength was seriously declining, which affected his speed. He constantly adjusted his breathing, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth. , trying to stimulate his remaining potential and stabilize his emotions.
Noisy roars and exclamations sounded behind Xu Tong, but these people were obviously more fierce than the Taoist bandits. They were neither frightened by the sudden attack nor went to rescue their fallen companions, but were divided into three groups. To intercept Xu Tong, the two duos looked for routes from both sides and forced Xu Tong to change his route. The trio behind them quickly approached in a straight line.
Under the pressure from both sides, Xu Tong had to change the direction of running frequently, which caused his speed to continue to decrease. He kept breathing violently, and the sounds behind him got closer and closer. He quickly glanced around and saw the other two groups. Although their position and escape route were sealed, the topography of the jungle also restricted their range of movement, making the distance between them and themselves not shorter, but farther away. Xu Tong took a deep breath and decided to give it a try. He changed his running direction and suddenly turned around and rushed towards the trio chasing after him. The pursuer subconsciously believes that the fugitives within visual range will give up resistance when they are at an absolute disadvantage, expose their vulnerable backs like a mouse, and keep running away. The pursuer was encircled, and Xu Tong showed an obvious decrease in physical strength. All this allowed the pursuer to establish a strong mentality of subconsciously relaxing his guard. All he had to do was catch up and stab him in the back to solve everything. Xu Tong wanted to seize their psychological prediction, catch them by surprise, break their psychological advantage, and suppress them in terms of momentum.
The three chasing men did not expect that Xu Tong would have the courage to charge back. Xu Tong was startled when he was suddenly hit head-on. The rapid running made them not form a horizontal line of three people in the same row, but became a single line of columns. The lead swordsman straightened the Qi family knife, slid his right foot forward, followed with his left foot, twisted his hands inwards, tightened his abdomen, raised his arms, and quickly stabbed Xu Tong's throat. Xu Tong quickly adjusted his posture, stepped forward with his left foot, held the front end of the short spear with his left hand, and thrust his right hand forward, stabbing the opponent's chest. The moment the knife and spear intersected, Xu Tong made a small deflection of the short spear to the left. He swung away the direction of the Qi family sword, seized the center line, and stabbed the swordsman in the left chest with a spear. The flash cap on the boss inside the booby trap was fired under the pressure of a full thrust, which was equivalent to a close-range shot from a large-caliber rifle. The bamboo tube and the front end of the tree trunk simultaneously exploded into countless fragments and sprayed in all directions. The lead bullet directly tears the chest of the knifeman, forming a cavity in the human body. The lead bullet rolls, deforms, and shatters in the human body, destroying the internal organs. The main body of the lead bullet breaks out of the back from behind, changing the trajectory and wiping It flew past the second swordsman's cheek.
The first swordsman was knocked down at the first glance. The two swordsmen behind him were startled by the explosion and ricochet, and they all took a step back. Xu Tong's face was scratched by flying bamboo fibers, but he was unconscious. Putting aside the tree trunk with its front end blown off and still smoking, he picked up the Qi family sword that the first swordsman had dropped, and strode forward, holding the sword in both hands, towards the second swordsman holding the Japanese sword.
Xu Tong and the second swordsman raised their swords above their heads with both hands almost at the same time, and each took a right foot to slide forward. With the same starting hand and the same sword posture, both of them used their hands to twist the blade inwards, and the blade drew a line above their heads. Drawing an arc, he moved to the right side of his head, and used both hands to draw out the knife. Two sharp knife lights flashed past under the last ray of light in the dusk, and at the same time, they moved from right to left towards the enemy's left side, forming a Slash down at a forty-five degree angle.
The two steel knives clanged and clenched in the air, making a tooth-wrenching "squeak" sound unique to metal friction. After a moment of stalemate, the heads of the two steel knives broke at the same time. The violent slashing, the sharp draw of the sword, and the light of the sword caused a rain of blood to fly all over the sky. The two people bathed in the red blood mist instantly passed each other, and the rotating broken sword flew out in the opposite direction. The tip of the knife was nailed to the tree trunk next to it with a sharp sound, and the other was nailed into the soil beside it.
The knife hand stood with its back facing Xu Tong. The hand holding the knife slowly lowered, and he fell to his knees with a general sound. There was a slanted and deep knife incision on his body from the left side of the neck to the thoracic spine. The artery and collarbone were all cut off with one knife. Blood spurted out, he opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and fell forward into the dust.
Xu Tong slowly retracted the knife rest, holding the bloody broken knife and looking coldly at the third swordsman. The swordsman was completely shocked by Xu Tong's two consecutive near-fatal instant kills. He stepped back step by step, as if looking at a Devil, finally he couldn't bear the tremendous pressure and ran away.
Xu Tong breathed a sigh of relief. Only he knew that the series of fierce fights and escapes since noon had exhausted all his strength. His hands could not help but tremble slightly, and he could hardly hold the knife in his hand.
Run, run quickly, this short window of time will be offset by the overwhelming number of enemies at any time. It's hard for a good man to defeat four people, let alone the seven or eight people he has to deal with!
Xu Tong dragged his tired body and ran hard in the direction he came from. He didn't know how long he had been running. He was too tired and his eyes were blurred by sweat. He just wanted to close his eyes and fall down, falling asleep. But his will was still strong enough to keep his eyes open.
Finally, my body reached its limit, and it was difficult to support it even with perseverance. He even felt like he was starting to lose his mind. Xu Tong gradually stopped. He couldn't run anymore. He really couldn't run anymore. Is everything over? Xu Tong threw away the broken knife, leaned his back on a big tree, slid his back along the trunk a little bit, and sat on the root of the tree. He pulled out the dagger with his sore arms and held it tightly in his hand.
After a while, through his eyes blurred by sweat, he saw several figures. One of them grabbed the escaping swordsman and scolded him loudly. He seemed to be the leader, and then five vague figures slowly moved towards him with weapons in hand. As he approached, Xu Tong grinned. These people were good. They were not intimidated by successive blows. It probably took a long time to build up such strong courage.
The enemy stopped less than ten meters away from him, appearing very alert. They took out their hand crossbows and fired several arrows at him. One arrow scratched Xu Tong's left shoulder, but he was unconscious.
(End of chapter)
