The sudden arrows made them panic, and they scrambled to take cover on both sides of the road.
Not far away, Wu Tian was still somewhat surprised, "Still has some post-apocalyptic survival sense, at least knows how to hide."
Unhurriedly, he drew another homemade arrow. For these people, he didn't need a hunting arrowhead yet.
Finding a gap in the woods, he loosed another volley. This time, the arrows were closer to them.
Moreover, this volley specifically targeted those behind cover, leaving them no room to hide unless they were in a blind spot. Otherwise, they could only pray that the arrows wouldn't fall on their heads.
"No, we must retaliate. Qiangzi, their archery interval is quite long. You use your gun to suppress them, and I'll lead the men to charge."
"Alright." Qiangzi finished speaking, raised his gun overhead, estimated the direction, and mimicked the suppression fire of those black kids in Africa.
Wu Tian and Jiang Ziqi hid behind trees, not showing their heads. These stray bullets were actually more threatening because neither he nor they knew where the bullets would land.
"Ziqi, have their positions been confirmed?"
"The gunshot is interfering a bit, but it'll be ready soon!" Jiang Ziqi frowned, trying to minimize the interference from the gunfire.
Five seconds later, Jiang Ziqi opened her eyes and said, "Alright Wu Tian Jie, it's confirmed. They have already moved forward by fifty..."
Upon receiving a positive reply, Jiang Ziqi smiled sweetly. Her tentacles transformed into shields, and she charged out with Wu Tian.
The charging attackers had never seen such a thing. Three of them were directly startled, dropping their guns and scrambling on the ground, trembling as they fumbled for their pistols.
Only a few remained calm, aiming their guns at Jiang Ziqi and unleashing a barrage of fire. But Jiang Ziqi knew the capabilities of her tentacles. She couldn't withstand rifle bullets, but she could barely block ordinary pistol bullets.
Zhang Dun was only meant to cover Wu Tian, making them think there was only one person. After approaching them, Jiang Ziqi and Wu Tian charged out from the left and right.
You seven are surrounded!
In close combat, these men were no match. They were knocked down before they even had a chance to fire their guns.
At such close range, those who hadn't fired were fine, merely knocked unconscious. But those who wanted to shoot were in for a bad time. Before they could even raise their guns, Wu Tian's Gurkha knife arrived, directly severing their hands.
It was even easier for Jiang Ziqi. Her tentacles split into several strands, whipping out and knocking one person unconscious with each strike. It was simpler than playing whack-a-mole.
The remaining ones who hadn't charged were four girls and one boy, along with Qiangzi hiding further away.
Seeing this scene, they were almost scared to death, especially Jiang Ziqi's appearance. In their eyes, she was more monstrous than a monster.
They fled for their lives.
Unfortunately, Lin Yuan was already waiting for them. That group of cannon fodder had already surrendered. Mo Qingmei appeared before them with a machine gun. Before she could say anything, they threw their pots and pans to the ground and stopped moving.
Now that was being honest.
These six people hadn't run a few steps before a series of dust clouds erupted from the ground in front of them, caused by gunfire.
"Don't move, raise your hands."
Lin Yuan added, "Anyone who moves will have their head explode like a rotten watermelon."
*Clatter*, the sound of a gun falling to the ground echoed. They slowly raised their hands, "We surrender, we surrender, don't kill us!"
Several girls were crying profusely, their bodies trembling like sieves, afraid that Lin Yuan would suddenly lose his temper and fire.
"Big Brother Zeng, did you bring rope?"
"Yes, yes, carrying rope is useful for climbing hills and traversing slopes." Saying this, he pulled out a bundle of rope from behind him. The group of them were tied together.
Thus, Lin Yuan and the other person escorted the six armed individuals into the woods.
Cao Xueqin still hadn't reported any unusual activity from those three houses.
They should be safe.
Meeting up with Wu Tian and the others, Jiang Ziqi's tentacles bound ten people. All the escorted individuals dared not make a sound as they looked at the glowing red tentacles.
"Xueqin, come and see, how many of these people have hurt you!"
Upon hearing the name Xueqin, this Qi Ge suddenly looked up, staring at the person walking towards him in disbelief.
He would never forget this exquisitely beautiful face in his life.
"No, no, you said your face was ruined by me. How could it be restored to its original state! You're not her, you're not her!! You're a ghost!"
Wu Tian found this thing too noisy and kicked him, knocking his jaw askew.
He could no longer speak.
Then it became quieter.
The more Cao Xueqin walked, the slower her steps became. Her body trembled violently, it was unclear whether it was from anger or fear of remembering the past.
Finally, as if summoning her courage, she quickly walked towards the kneeling people, lifting each of their heads.
"I remember you, you slashed my face twice."
"I remember you, you tore my clothes."
"I remember you, your hands were very disgusting."
"I remember..."
With every sentence Cao Xueqin spoke, their bodies trembled. This whispering voice was like the murmur of the god of death.
"I remember you all too, you slashed my mouth open."