The years of experience of life and death have made A Chong feel unusually sensitive to the things around him. Although the inside and outside of the tent are still quiet, A Chong vaguely feels that the atmosphere around him is a bit unusual.

Intuition tells him: Someone is approaching!

A Chong gently picked up the iron rod that was running on the ground with a fire.

The tent door was suddenly lifted open, and a ball of snowflakes rolled in with a figure, and quickly crashed into A Chong.

A Chong quickly retreated sideways and avoids the attack of the people.

As soon as the man approached his body, he showed the dog-legged scimitar in his hand, slashing, stabbing, and moves pointing to A Chong's vital point.

In the narrow space, the iron rod in Achong's hand could not be used at all, so he could only barely use it to protect himself, and was slowly forced to a corner of the tent by the Gurkha mercenaries.

The Gurkha mercenary could not capture it for a long time, and began to become impatient. He was accidentally thrust his wrist by the iron rod. The force was not light. The Gurkha mercenary's wrist bones seemed to have been broken, and they grinned in pain, and the dog-leg scimitar fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, this man was very brave. He suffered a great loss and did not advance but retreated. He muttered, and pounced on him, and suddenly knocked A Chong into the tent. A Chong kicked him in the lower abdomen, and the man staggered back with his stomach covering his stomach.

A Chong was about to get up, but suddenly snorted behind him. A sharp blade pierced the thick yurt and directly penetrated the fur coat on his shoulders.

A Chong turned the iron rod backwards and rushed backwards. He heard a muffled groan outside, and the person who attacked seemed to be stabbed by him.

This sudden knife gave the Gurkha mercenary who was attacking the tent a breath. He endured the severe pain in his lower abdomen, picked up the dog-legged scimitar next to him with his other hand, and held it high towards A Chong.

"Bang"

With a deafening gunshot, a cluster of blood rose from the head of the Gurkha mercenary, and half of his head had been knocked away. His body was still holding a knife-raising position, and he stood there for half a second before falling down.

Timur stood there majesticly with a hunting rifle in his arms, nodding and signaling to Ah Chong.

Suddenly, Achong heard a slight sound of a gun bolt in his ear. Knowing that something was wrong, he flew towards Timur, pulled him down, and took Arislan on the bed, covered the three of them with a mattress.

Almost at the same time, a dense gunfire sounded, and more than a dozen bullet holes were instantly shot out on the yurt. The pillars in the tent were beaten with wood chips flying, and the kettle on the stove was also penetrated. Hot water was sprinkled on the charcoal fire, and a burst of thick smoke was emitted.

Judging from the gunfire, there should be two people outside, one left and one right, and the two of them stood at an oblique angle and shot into the tent.

"27,28,29..." A Chong counted the gunshots silently in his heart. As soon as the 30th gunshot was fired, A Chong lifted the bed board on his body and rushed out of the tent like lightning.

The Gurkha mercenary who was changing magazines outside the tent was stunned for a moment. The dog-legged scimitar in Achong's hand had already flew towards his face. The Gurkha mercenary tilted his head, and the dog-legged scimitar barely wiped his face and flew past.

A Chong missed a blow, retreated quickly and rushed towards the Gurkha mercenaries on the other side of the tent.

The Gurkha mercenary behind him had a blood stain on his abdomen. It must be the one who was stabbed by A Chong with an iron drill just now. Seeing A Chong rushing towards him, he didn't bother to replace the pistol with bullets and reached out to pull out the scimitar at his waist. He had practiced this sword drawing posture tens of thousands of times, and he was so skillful that he could use his instinct to make a knife.

But the abdominal injury delayed his speed of firing—maybe only a few seconds difference, but this was fatal enough.

He only felt darkness in front of him, and his eyes were hurting sharply. A Chong's index and middle fingers had already blinded his eyes.

The blind Gurkha mercenary roared and waved his dog-legged scimitar and stabbed him hard in front of him.

All this happened in the flash. Another Gurkha mercenary had just changed his magazine and his companion was seriously injured. He was shocked and did not care about raising his gun to aim at it. He shot it in a row.

A Chong hiding skillfully behind the blind Gurkha mercenaries, and all the bullets hit him. The man staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. There was no cover in front of A Chong.

At this moment, Timur rushed out of the tent and almost met the Gurkha mercenaries. Timur raised the hunting rifle in his hand and pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

There was a light "kha" sound, and the bullet did not fire.

The Gurkha mercenary was stunned for a moment. He thought he would die, but Timur's hunting rifle was stuck. He then reacted and pointed the gun at Timur...

"Swoosh" a black shadow pounced on him, and the Gurkha mercenary's arm hurt a sharp pain, his muzzle tilted, and the bullet flew over Timur's ears.

A black shepherd dog bit his wrist tightly. The Gurkha mercenary tried hard to shake it a few times but couldn't take it off. He reached out to pull out the dog-legged scimitar on his waist. A Mongolian girl next to him shouted, and several more shepherd dogs jumped out and bit his head and feet. The Gurkha mercenary finally couldn't help but be thrown to the ground. He was instantly overwhelmed by the dogs, and a shrill scream echoed in the air.

In the distance, herders in groups of three or three also ran over with their swords and guns.

The terrifying cry of the Gurkha mercenaries soon stopped, and a shepherd dog bit his throat and blood squirted all over the floor.

The Mongolian woman shouted lightly, and the dogs obediently stepped back and stood on her side, leaving only a bloody corpse on the ground.

The Mongolian woman rushed to Timur, held his arm and asked softly, her eyes full of concern.

Timur breathed a few breaths, signaled that he was fine, and said to Achong tremblingly: "You, are you injured?"

The fur coat on A Chong's chest was cut by a dog-legged scimitar, and the clothes on his shoulder were also pierced, and blood oozed out from it.

A Chong shook his head, "I'm fine, how about Arislan?"

"He's fine, either." Timur turned his head and said a few words to the Mongolian woman beside him. The Mongolian woman ran towards the yurt in the distance.

A Chong helped Timur back to the tent, and saw a mess on the ground, with furniture and utensils tilted around and covered with bullet holes.

Arislan lay on the ground, blocking a bed board and a pile of bedding on his head. Achong squatted down to check the wound on his back, but fortunately the wound was not torn.

At this moment, the Mongolian woman ran in again, pressed A Chong's shoulder and took off his clothes without saying a word. A Chong's shoulder sank subconsciously and twisted his body to avoid it.

The young Mongolian girl was shaken by him, and the thing in her hand almost fell to the ground. She looked at A Chong with her big, watery eyes and puzzled.

"She is my little daughter Naya, she wants to help you with the wound." Timur hurriedly explained to Achong.

A Chong lowered his head and saw the blood stains on his shoulders. He looked embarrassed and said quickly: "I'll just do it myself if I get hurt."

Naya walked up and pressed A Chong on the chair without saying a word, unbuttoned his leather robe and underwear, revealing his shoulders, with a knife on it, and blood was ripped out.

Seeing the purple marks like dragon patterns on A Chong's body, Naya seemed surprised and gently touched the dragon patterns with her fingers.

"Does it hurt?" Naya asked gently in Chinese.

"I'm used to it." A Chong smiled at her.

Naya smiled at him and wiped the wound with gauze.

A Chong couldn't help but look at her up and down a few times.

This young Mongolian girl has bright eyes and white teeth, and her skin is white. Although she does not wear makeup, she is naturally beautiful and looks similar to her age.

"Naya is my youngest daughter. She and her tribe members were grazing outside some time ago. She happened to be back today and saved the old man's life!" Timur sighed.

Nayali landed on the ground to help Achong deal with the wound, turned around and cleaned up the messy furniture, carefully carried Arislan to the bed, touched his head, and the two of them whispered affectionately.

A Chong helped Timur drag the body of the Gurkha mercenary whose head was destroyed outside and placed the bodies of the other two Gurkha mercenaries. Timur looked carefully for a long time and whispered to A Chong: "These are the guys who ambushed you that night. They really came to the door!"

Several corpses were all wearing Mongolian robes, and they seemed to be ready and sneaked in. I guess they were afraid of disturbing others, so they got into the tent and attacked them. Unexpectedly, they were discovered by A Chong.

A Mongolian young man handed over several items found from the Gurkha mercenaries to Timur. Timur talked to him for a while, and the young man waved and called out a few more people. Everyone lifted the bodies of the mercenaries and walked away.

"The young man said that they just found a jeep outside. After the gunshots stopped, the jeep drove away." Timur said to Ah Chong.

A Chong nodded: "It should be the driver who was preparing to pick him up on the periphery and found that the sneak attack failed and fled. The Gurkha mercenaries were six people for a combat team. We solved three of them, which means there were at least three outside."

"Daiqin's tent can't be lived in. Let's move Arislan back to your yurt first, and discuss what to do when Surile and Ke come back." Timur sighed and said.

He did not expect that these Gurkha mercenaries would actually cross the pursuit line of Surile and Ke and directly attack the rear. If A Chong hadn't been alert and Naya appeared in time just now, they would have been in danger today. It seems that he underestimated the combat effectiveness of these mercenaries.

Achong and Timur returned to the yurt, Naya wrapped Arislan with a blanket, and the three of them carried the bed board and walked slowly towards Timur's yurt.

After some chaos just now, the camp returned to peace. The sky became darker and darker, snowflakes kept falling, and pools of blood stains on the ground were slowly covered with snow. Soon there was no trace.

The camp returned to its original appearance, and only shocking bullet holes on the yurt reminded people that there had been a fierce battle here.

Achong settled Arislan and walked outside the tent and looked up at the gray sky with a worried face. He knew that a mercenary had run away, and his whereabouts were also exposed. These Gurkha mercenaries were likely to gather helpers to make a comeback.

Now Timur's main force has been sent out, and only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in the camp. His skills have not yet recovered, how can he withstand the next wave of attacks from the Gurkha mercenaries?

This night will definitely be a sleepless night.
Chapter completed!