Seeing the meat flying off his hand, the fat man went crazy on the spot! He carefully asked the fishermen nearby and found out that the coffin had been dragged away by a few fierce men.

Fatty and Wang Yuanchao immediately chased after them. Both of them were experts in tracking, and they quickly found the temporary residence of the middle-aged men.

At this moment, those middle-aged men were gathering in a dilapidated temple, holding a pot, eating a few packs of instant noodles, and eating enthusiastically. As soon as he heard the strong Sichuan accent, the fat man understood that the guys who stole the coffin actually

They are the same group of foreigners that grandpa brought with him.

Obviously, not all of the foreigners went to the tomb at that time, but some of them stayed outside to support them.

Enemies were extremely jealous when they met each other, and these foreigners had an unexplainable relationship with Grandpa and the fourth girl. Fatty and Wang Yuanchao wanted to deal with these people.

But they discovered that although there were not many people on the other side, they were very skilled, and they all had guns in their bags.

At the critical moment, Fatty kept an eye out and asked Wang Yuanchao to come back to get the guy!

In order to escape from the ancient tomb smoothly, we threw almost all the equipment we had into the waterfall. Now we only have one engineer shovel and three or four paratrooper knives left. These small weapons are obviously not enough compared with those foreigners.

See.

In desperation, I asked the boatman in the village if he had any guns.

Because I have lived here for less than half a month and have become familiar with the boatmen, they did not hide it and took out all three shotguns used for self-defense when going out of the boat.

I asked why there are only these old shotguns?

The boatman smiled bitterly and said: "The mainland now is no different than before. Every household has to turn in their guns and ammunition, otherwise they will be sentenced if they are caught. In a remote country like ours, it's good to have a few shotguns!"

Seeing that the boatman was indeed not lying, I asked Wang Yuanchao to look for anything valuable in the backpack and give it all to the village as a thank you gift.

After a while of tossing around, it was already afternoon, and I felt that if I didn't rush over, someone might be killed over there. So I and Wang Yuanchao picked up our backpacks and shotguns and left the small fishing village.

Along the way, I told Wang Yuanchao: "Those who engage in tomb robbing have to follow a rule. The treasures dug out of the soil belong to whoever gets them. They must not be robbed. Such things like openly robbing coffins are not allowed."

Only those greedy foreigners would do it."

I asked Wang Yuanchao again about his accent and equipment.

Wang Yuanchao thought for a while and said: "Most of them have Sichuan accents, and a few speak Henan dialect. And they are all wearing camouflage uniforms, leather pants, and AK47 assault rifles. They must be the same group as those foreigners.

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I knew that during Wang Yuanchao's counterattack against Vietnam, he was a scout. It couldn't be easier to recognize people, so I eliminated the last trace of doubt in my heart, followed the marks left by the fat man on the way, and chased after him in a hurry.

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When I arrived at my destination, I found the fat man huddled behind a small slope, like a big tortoise, staring furtively at the group of foreigners.

After seeing me coming, the fat man was excited: "Okay! I didn't expect Tinker Bell to become brave and come together. This is a good soldier of the proletariat! Come on, give me the gun, and see who I am, Fatty!"

How did you defeat these foreigners?"

"His grandma's things belong to him. He even dares to snatch the fat man's things. He's impatient to live."

I waved my hand, signaling the fat man not to disturb those foreigners.

Since these foreigners in front of me are in the same group as the foreigners in the tomb, they must also know Grandpa and the fourth girl.

Now that Uncle Ming and Zhang Sanpao have disappeared, I am worried about what to do. This group of foreigners just happened to come to my door. As long as I capture them alive, I will definitely be able to ask something from their mouths.

During the time when Wang Yuanchao and I arrived, Fatty had already figured out the opponent's firepower.

"There are five people in total, four are resting in the ruined temple, and one is watching outside." Fatty analyzed.

I frowned: "I didn't expect them to know how to keep watch!"

The fat man cursed: "What is this? These Sichuan guys are thieves and thieves. If I hadn't been hidden deep enough, they would have discovered me. Fortunately, there is only one person standing guard outside, carrying an AK47."

"I really don't know how they got their weapons. They robbed a tomb and made it look like an army." I said depressedly.

"Don't worry about where they got their weapons. Our top priority is to formulate a plan on how to kill them as quickly as possible!" said the fat man.

"We must keep them alive! I have something to ask them," I said.

"That's what I mean, Fatty. If I don't understand what happened between your grandfather and the fourth girl, the shot in Fatty's thigh will be in vain, and I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep well when he goes back." The fat man said with a sigh.

His expression was a little depressed.

Anyone who gets shot for no reason will probably feel bad inside.

I thought about it and said to Wang Yuanchao: "Yuanchao, Fatty and I will go get the sentry. You are responsible for watching the people in the room to prevent accidents!"

Wang Yuanchao nodded, put a paratrooper knife in his mouth and left, not even taking the shotgun we brought.

I saw that the sky was slowly getting dark, and it was another sneak attack. I really didn’t need to use that old shotgun that fired half a day of gunpowder to scare off the enemy. So I just took two paratrooper knives with the fat man, carried the gun on my back, and touched it carefully.

passed.

Outside the ruined temple are patches of hillsides and bushes, which are very easy to hide people and gave us enough buffering opportunities.

The sentry was holding an AK47 at the moment, sitting at the door of the temple and dozing off again and again. It looked like he was about to fall asleep.

The fat man and I slowed down, quietly drew out our paratrooper knives, and when we were still five or six meters away from the opponent, we suddenly pounced on him!

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a veteran, and his reaction speed was astonishingly fast. When he saw something approaching, he immediately pulled the bolt of the gun, and then pointed the black muzzle at us.

I secretly cursed myself for being too inexperienced. I should have pretended to be a small animal and barked, and lured the sentry to the bushes before taking action.

Fortunately, I wasn't acting alone. The fat man saw something was wrong and grabbed the man's neck from behind before he could shoot.

I took the opportunity to roll over, snatch the AK47 from the sentry's hand, and hit him hard on the head with the butt of the gun.

Unexpectedly, I was too weak, so I didn't knock him out this time. Instead, I smashed his head until his head was bleeding, and he screamed loudly.

The fat man quickly reminded: "Damn it, Tinkerbell, why are you failing at success and failing at disaster? This is bad! Stop his mouth quickly and tie him up with a rope."

I knew I was in big trouble, and I couldn't find anything to gag for a while, so I kicked off my sneakers, took off the smelly socks on my feet and stuffed them into the mouth of the sentry. I hadn't washed my feet for half a month.

The guy who choked was crying.

Then the fat man and I worked together to tie him up into a big rice dumpling.

At this time, the people in the ruined temple had already heard the noise outside, and a strong Sichuan accent shouted: "My dear, who is outside?"

The fat man and I looked at each other nervously, while Wang Yuanchao squatted at the door of the temple and shook his head slightly at us, signaling us not to speak.

"Hu Laoer?"

"Hu Laoer, where are you, Mr. Hu?"

The foreigners in the ruined temple shouted several times, but got no response from the sentry, and they seemed to feel that something was wrong. I only heard a chaotic sound coming from the ruined temple, as well as the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground, and

The sound of bullets being loaded.

Immediately afterwards, several burly men in camouflage uniforms pushed open the door with murderous intent.

The moment they pushed the door open, I only saw Wang Yuanchao suddenly take action! It was as if a tight spring had been released. The first knife penetrated the lower abdomen of a big man in camouflage uniforms, and spurted out

A large pool of scarlet blood.

Before anyone else could react, Wang Yuanchao kicked another big man rushing towards the wall, and then pulled out the bayonet on the opponent's AK47 rifle. Regardless of whether the bayonet cut his palm, he directly

He grabbed it with his hand and stabbed it into the other person's throat fiercely!

Seeing Wang Yuanchao's bronzed muscles and the blood splattered on half of his face, the remaining two foreigners were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, but were soon knocked unconscious by Wang Yuanchao.

In just ten seconds, Wang Yuanchao subdued four vicious men, killing two and injuring two. This simply shocked me.
Chapter completed!