What caught Chen Kan's eyes was a small river more than three meters wide.
Maggie grabbed the folds of the king's neck and jumped over.
Then he stopped.
Tigers are no better than war horses. War horses are always born for fighting and running.
The tiger's endurance is much weaker than that of the war horse.
Chen Kan turned over and fell into the river, enjoying the coldness of the river water.
My stomach was churning and my internal organs seemed to be displaced. It was really uncomfortable.
Maggie's straight and slender legs were reflected on the water, and the tiger also lay down by the river and began to drink the cold river water.
"Is this water drinkable?"
Chen Kan raised his head and asked, and saw that Maggie had already picked up the river water and started drinking it in small sips.
Chen Kan didn't ask any more questions, just buried his whole face in the river water, and drank heavily.
Maggie drank some water, and then said calmly: "Generally, you can't drink the water in the mountains. Worms will grow in your stomach after drinking it, but you can drink the water that the king drinks!"
Chen Kan understood the first half of the sentence, there were parasites in the water.
But Chen Kan couldn't understand the logic of the second half of the sentence.
What does it mean that the king can drink whatever he can? Then can a tiger’s stomach be the same as a human’s?
Chen Kan glanced at Maggie suspiciously.
Then he decided to believe her.
After all, Maggie is also a native of Yunnan, so she can’t even tell what kind of water is drinkable and what kind of water is not drinkable, right?
After drinking enough water, Chen Kan half-crouched on the edge of the river, silently staring at the flow of the water.
The main thing is that the shadow of Maggie is reflected on the water.
If Chen Kan stared directly at Maggie's legs, he would probably become the tiger's prey.
The appearance of a native broke this beautiful scene. He ran to Maggie and danced and gestured to Maggie.
Chen Kan found that the body language of these natives was particularly rich when they spoke in dialect. This reminded him of the time when he was studying in the Imperial College, and the students also liked to shake their heads while studying.
Is there some inevitable connection between this?
Chen Kan didn't know why his thoughts suddenly went to the Imperial College...
"You guessed it right. They are fighting among themselves."
Maggie's expression was very complicated. People said that Han people were smart. She had never thought so before, but after spending a short period of time together, she had to admit that Han people might really be a little bit smarter than her.
Chen Kan was stunned and quickly asked: "Is there a woman among the people who are fighting among themselves?"
Maggie shook her head and said: "No, according to the news that came back, it seems that a group of people are surrounding and killing one person. That person is very powerful. Under the attack of a large group of people, he can still break out a gap and escape."
"Escaped?"
Chen Kan frowned and asked, "Which direction did you escape from?"
Maggie didn't speak, and Chen Kan didn't ask any questions, because he had already seen it.
A bloody figure emerged from the path not far away.
The person who came was tall and burly, his whole body was stained with bright red blood, and one hand and one eye were missing. The only intact hand held a heavy sword, with blood dripping from the blade.
That figure gradually overlapped in Chen Kan's mind with the demon who massacred Wangyue Village.
Chen Kan's eyes suddenly turned red.
The culprit who massacred Wangyue Village appeared in front of him with such arrogance.
"Come and die!"
Regardless of whether he could beat him or not, Chen Kan rushed towards the man with the knife.
Yamada Jiro, who had just escaped from Nishiboko's siege, was in a trance. This was a symptom of excessive blood loss.
He saw a small river here in the distance, and thought about escaping here to replenish some water, otherwise he would die of excessive blood loss sooner or later.
Just when he reached the edge of the river, he noticed a thin figure holding a knife and coming towards him to kill him.
He shook his head and felt that the picture in front of him became blurry. He bit the tip of his tongue hard. The severe pain made Yamada Jiro wake up a little.
Then he found that the figure looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it.
When he reacted again, the figure had already rushed in front of him.
"Die!"
Chen Kan jumped up high and slashed the man's face with the Xiuchun knife in his hand.
Yamada Jiro couldn't help but shake his body, and used his last strength to raise the heavy sword in his hand to block!
"when!"
The swords and swords met, and sparks flew out.
But Maggie and the natives standing not far away were stunned. They didn't expect Chen Kan to be so brave.
You must know that this man who is like a god and a demon has single-handedly slaughtered one-third of the young people in Wangyue Village without any harm.
He is even able to kill through the enemy's formation when surrounded by dozens of people.
If he just charges forward, isn't he afraid of being cut in half with a sword?
"idiot!"
The man raised his sword to block Chen Kan's fatal blow, and couldn't help but curse.
After hearing the man's curse, Chen Kan couldn't help being stunned.
"Japanese?"
"idiot!"
He was greeted by another curse.
Hearing this curse, Chen Kan's face suddenly turned red, and it felt like something was about to break through his body.
That is endless anger!
For a moment, Chen Kan felt like he was possessed by the God of War, and there was suddenly an inexhaustible amount of strength in his body.
Chen Kan never thought that one day he would be able to complete such a difficult action as a backflip.
Seeing that the power of the knife was blocked, Chen Kan kicked him on the chest, used the force to do a backflip, and the long knife in his hand slashed horizontally.
He swung a sword that would have been impossible to swing on a normal day!
The sharp Xiuchun knife drew a line of blood on the man's neck as if there was no resistance at all.
Of course, Chen Kan could not land smoothly, but fell heavily to the ground, lying in front of the one-armed man in a large shape.
The one-armed man's eyes were full of disbelief. He suddenly felt his chin heat up, and the heavy sword in his hand fell uncontrollably, and it was deeply inserted less than three centimeters in front of Chen Kan's cheek.
He raised his hands and covered his neck, trying to make the hot water flow slower, but the hot water was like the legendary flood that submerged the world. It could not be stopped and flowed out from between his fingers. It gathered into a line of blood and dripped on the heavy sword inserted into the soil.
Finally, it slowly flowed along the edge of the heavy sword and onto Chen Kan's cheek.
Chen Kan smiled. He stretched out his tongue and licked it. The fishy and salty taste exploded in his taste buds.
He smiled, even though his body seemed to be falling apart now, and his nose and chin had hit the ground hard just now, causing his nose and mouth to be filled with blood, he still smiled happily.
"So that's it!"
He raised his head hard and looked at the man who was holding his neck, with blood coming out of his mouth and nose, like a god and demon, and the record on the information Sheng Yong gave him emerged in his mind.
Nanfozi of the White Lotus Sect, a Japanese, Yamano Jiro, a wandering warrior of the Japanese country...
He climbed up with difficulty, pulled out the heavy sword with all his strength, and slapped the person in front of him on the head with all his strength.
In Yamada Jiro's horrified eyes, the epee that was supposed to depend on him was getting closer and closer to his head!
"boom!"
The head and the epee were in close contact. Unfortunately, Chen Kan's imagination of the other person's head exploding like a watermelon did not happen.
With his strength, it would still be difficult to smash his head.
The man finally couldn't stand anymore, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell straight down.
After a while, the man's pupils gradually became dilated and his consciousness gradually dissipated.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
He never imagined until his death that he had escaped the pursuit of the natives and the siege of Fozi, but in the end he died in the hands of a seemingly weak young man.
Chen Kan put his ear close to him, and the man asked in an inaudible voice: "Who...are you...?"
Chen Kan's consciousness gradually returned to clarity, he wiped the blood from his nose and said, "My name is Chen Kan."
When the man heard this name, he finally died completely.
The fight between the two took place in just a few breaths of time.
Maggie finally came to her senses. She walked up to Chen Kan and said with a complex expression: "Kill him!"
Chen Kan was a little stunned. The one-armed man was in this state. Even if Chen Kan didn't kill him, he would bleed to death sooner or later. Chen Kan was just lucky and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Chen Kan seemed to have remembered something and called out loudly: "Fang Xu, Fang Xu?"
No one responded to him. Fang Xu and Chen Kan's personal guards had long been left far behind by the king's speed. Only Chen Kan, Maggie and the king were present.
As for the natives under Maggie's command, they were all hidden in the mountains and forests.
Chen Kan hurriedly unloaded the package he was carrying on his back, twisted the pewter pole into a gun barrel, and then stabbed it into the throat of the one-armed man.
Then he looked back at Maggie and said, "Have your people send the body to Wangyue Village!"
Maggie nodded with a complicated expression, and then said solemnly: "I take back what I said before, you are a warrior!"
Chen Kan smiled bitterly and said nothing more.
He's a bit of a warrior.
"By the way, where are the people who surrounded him? In which direction did they flee?"
It was not until Chen Kan asked her that Maggie finally woke up from a dream. After a few words in native dialect with the native who reported the news, Maggie rode on the king again. Chen Kan was not polite to her and hugged her anyway. .
Since the culprit who massacred Wangyue Village could escape here, it proves that those who surrounded and killed him must not be far from here, which means that the person who controlled the eagle must also be nearby.
"My lord, chase!"
"Woo~"
The sound of the bone whistle means that the enemy has been discovered.
As long as the sound of the bone whistle is heard, the other two chieftains who are searching separately from Chen Kan and others will also gather in this direction.
...
The saintess sat cross-legged on a flat boulder with a complex expression, and greeted the figure at the end of the path with her eyes.
His eyes, which were like autumn water, shone with colors that no one could understand.
"Holy girl, one day without seeing you is like three autumns!"
Compared with the saint who was like a bereaved dog, Buddha is now in high spirits.
On his left arm was a sacred goshawk, and in his right hand he was holding a native girl with a rope, followed by a team of hundreds of people.
The only discordant thing was that the girl's eyes were filled with hatred after being deceived.
Fozi finally broke his promise. He deliberately let Nan Fozi escape to confuse the pursuers and let Nan Fozi buy time for them to escape.
He concluded that Nan Fozi, who was completely disabled, could not escape the trap of those natives.
As for the promise that the girl could not kill Yamada Jiro with her own hands, he didn't care.
If the girl is disobedient, he has plenty of time to train her.
The saint looked at the ape-like dwarf in front of her and couldn't help but sigh: "You are really lucky. I am very curious, how did you still show up here alive after your heart was pierced?"
Buddha jumped up and came to the stone where the saint was sitting cross-legged. He grabbed the saint's hair and put it on the tip of his nose. He took a deep breath and then showed an intoxicated look on his face.
After putting down the woman's hair, he said lightly: "Secret!"
The saint sighed slightly, then shook her head and asked: "Since you appear here, where is Yamada Jiro, is he dead?"
"Not dead, but probably dying soon."
Buddha shook his arm as he spoke, and the goshawk standing on Buddha's arm spread its wings and brought up a strong wind, which almost blew the mask off the saint's face.
Watching the goshawk circling a few times in the sky and then swooping in one direction, Fozi retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand to pull off the saint's mask, held her chin tightly, and admired the painting-like picture for a while. Beautiful face coming out.
Then he put down his arms, jumped off the stone platform, and said calmly: "You conspired with him to harm me. I will settle the score with you after you escape from Yunnan. Now, let me teach you how to escape with your lives!"
The saint walked down the stone platform with graceful steps and naturally held the Buddha's hand.
Although Fozi's height only reached her chest.
But such a height difference not only does not make people feel abrupt, but also creates an extremely contrasting beauty.
Looking at the hundreds of people in front of him, Fozi couldn't help but smile evilly. As long as these team members were still there, he would be sure to escape from the encirclement and interception of the natives.
It’s true that the natives are the darlings of the mountains. He grew up among monkeys, so he may not be any worse than them.
The saintess handed over the command of the team the moment Fo Zi appeared. At this time, he could only quietly watch Fo Zi give orders.
Buddha abandoned some people, but the people he abandoned were all brought by the saint from Jiangnan.
The way he gave up was very simple, just kill them all!
Then they were dismembered into pieces of meat, and each person carried a piece on his back. Under the leadership of the Holy Eagle, they went deeper into the forest.
As we all know, there is a deadly miasma deep in the mountains. After the miasma accumulates to a certain extent, even the local natives may be infected with malaria and die deep in the mountains.
This is true for the natives, let alone the Han people.
But Buddha, who lives in deep mountains and old forests all year round, knows a secret that even the natives don't know, that is, miasma is not fatal.
The real source of malaria infection is mosquito bites from deep in the mountains. Inhaling the miasma will cause diarrhea for a few days at most.
