The scarred man untied the Qin crossbow on his back, but he was not in a hurry to get the crossbow arrow.

He continued to raise his head and looked at the eagle above.

The eagle in the sky looks no bigger than the black spots.

When the other five strong men saw the scarred man taking the crossbow down to kill the eagle, they were eager to try it out and touched the gun on their bodies.

However, they still have some idea of ​​their marksmanship.

At this distance, only the scarred man can guarantee that he will not be embarrassed if he puts a shot.

"Boss, why haven't you done it?" asked one of the strong men.

"Boy, I'll teach you a lesson." The scar-faced man said lightly, "Don't look at the eagle that seems to fly slowly, it's an illusion. It's actually very fast. Whether it's using a gun or a crossbow, at this distance, it won't be able to fly if it doesn't fully understand it first."

"The eagle is flying casually in the sky. Can you still know how it flies?" asked the strong man.

The scarred man did not reply and continued to look up and observed for a while.

Then, he put the Qin crossbow in his hand on the ground, stepped on the bowstring of the crossbow with both feet, grabbed the crossbow's arm with both hands, and raised it with a "click" sound, choking the crossbow. He then pulled out a crossbow arrow two fingers thick from behind and installed it in the crossbow groove.

The scarred man looked up and raised the giant Qin crossbow in his hand, pulling the trigger without aiming.

With a "bang", the crossbow arrow as thick as two fingers came to the sky.

The other five strong men looked from the ground and felt that the crossbow arrow was as fast as lightning at first, almost unexpectedly.

When my eyes caught it, I found that it had slowed down and its rise was getting slower and slower.

Moreover, the location of this crossbow arrow is much worse than the eagle in the sky. According to the current flying method of the eagle, it is impossible to fight.

The five strong men looked up and felt that this time was about to fail. They were already thinking about how to comfort the scarred man for a while.

This guy has a bad temper and can really kill people if he is anxious.

Under the influence of gravity, this crossbow arrow has become slower and slower, and gradually begins to sway.

Seeing that the casting was over, the arrow began to tremble and was about to fall.

But at this time, the eagle in the sky flapped its wings and turned a big bend.

A whistle eagle came, and the eagle was actually shot into the opposite direction!

Five strong men looked up at all this and felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

The eagle flew well and it was nothing at all, but at the last moment it turned out to be a turn, as if it had found a crossbow arrow and hit it.

"Boss, you are so magical!"

"Boss, how do you know that this eagle will turn in the end?"

The scarred man did not answer. He threw Qin crossbow to the side and stretched out his hand: "Gun!"

The eagle in the sky is already falling down, but above the eagle, there is a bird!

The bird flew very high and looked like a small black dot.

It originally flew above the eagle. When it saw that the eagle was killed, it immediately climbed up, and now it was even further away from the ground.

The strong man beside him quickly handed the gun to the scarred man.

This is an AWM equipped with *, British goods, with a tough and simple appearance. It is one of the best among sniper rifles, regardless of its power or accuracy.

The scar-faced man raised the gun to the sky. This AWM, which originally needed a bracket to be used to launch, was as stable as Mount Tai with just two arms.

Unlike before firing Qin crossbow, he glanced carefully this time before pulling the trigger.

A fire flashed at the AWM muzzle, even if it was pretending to be *, it still sounded shocking!

In the sky, a ball of black feathers exploded.

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"jingle"

"jingle"

Bells rang out from the mountains of Outer Xing'an Mountains.

The bell was tied to the neck of a gray donkey, and as the donkey walked on the mountain road, shaking left and right, crisp and pleasant.

If the sound of this bell is heard by the mountain people here, they will definitely be happy.

It is a blessing to meet the Dragon King messenger in the mountains.

The mountain people here lived south of Heilongjiang more than 70 years ago and were farmers born and raised in Northeast China.

During the September 18th Incident in 1931, the Japanese army captured the Northeast within one year after the invasion of China. Most of the farmers who fled at that time chose to go inside the pass. There were also such a small group of people who chose to go north, cross Heilongjiang, enter Russia, and stop here.

You can't go north any further. There is frozen soil further north. People cannot survive and can only settle down here.

There were not many people who could escape here at that time, but they had finally taken root here after seventy years of reproduction and growth.

Now, in the vast mountains of Outer Xing'an Mountains, there are twenty-six villages scatteredly divided into scattered areas.

These villages are big and small, and the smallest ones also have hundreds of people.

The Dragon King Sacrifice has gradually become a tradition here for more than 70 years.

There is no fixed day for the Dragon King Festival. It is not that the mountain people here do not have the conventional rules for this big day, but because the sacrifices and presidency of the Dragon King Festival can only be held by the Dragon King Envoy himself.

In August and September of each year, the Dragon King envoy begins to wander in the Outer Xing'an Mountains, just like lights of lights, to preside over the Dragon King Festival in one village after another.

It took more than a month to travel to all twenty-six villages.

But no matter how you go, the Dragon King Festival can only be carried out one by one, and the order is a problem. Almost every village wants to hold the Dragon King Festival first, so that they feel better.

Considering the needs of the mountain people, the Dragon King Messenger could only change his route once a year and try his best to get the rain and dew evenly affected.

There is no cell phone here, so it is inconvenient to contact.

So every year, within August and September, this bell sounds in the mountains and ridges of the Outer Xing'an Mountains.

If the mountain people heard it while hunting and chopping wood in the mountains and went up to greet them, the Dragon King envoy would tell them the route this year.

The news spread and when the Dragon King envoy arrived slowly, the village was ready in advance.

"jingle"

"jingle"

The sound of bells echoed among the mountains.

The old man in black followed the gray donkey and walked slowly.

While walking, the old man muttered: "Gray Donkey, Grey Donkey, your life is better. You drink mountain spring water and eat the best beans. Look at your fur color, it is shiny. Look at me, it looks withered and thin as a piece of wood. I feel dizzy when I walk on this mountain road."

"What, you said I can ride it and save some effort?"

"Oh, no, what if someone sees this?"

"The hunters are very capable. Although our team was spared by the glory back then, now they can only sell miserably."

"Even if you are a donkey, I can only serve as a master."

"I still have to keep talking to you so that others think you can understand."

"Human hearts are separated from the belly. If I can't do everything, who would believe me? You said yes?"

"Actually, your donkey is very stupid, he is far from our Dragon King."

"You can't blame you, how many years have you been practicing Taoism?"

"Hey, I won't say it anymore. I'm so tired. Let's take a break."

The old man led the donkey and tied it up on the tree. He sat on the ground with his butt, panting:

"I've been doing this day and I'm almost out of my full life."

The old man took out a skin water bag from his waist, raised his head and took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth with his mouth, and then swallowed it reluctantly.

At this moment, a roar of eagle suddenly came from a distance.

The old man looked at the sound and his expression couldn't help but tighten.

An eagle was shot down.

Immediately afterwards, the old man saw a higher sky and a small black dot fell down.

The little black dot fell rapidly in the air, and the old man quickly saw clearly that it was a black starling.

The starling bird was spinning in the air and fell on the tree where the old man tied the donkey.

This is a poplar tree that has been around for decades, tall and dense. The bird bumps back and forth between the branches and leaves of the tree, and finally falls in front of the old man.

The old man quickly looked at the donkey beside him. Fortunately, the donkey was not shocked.

When I looked back carefully, I looked at the bird, and the old man's expression became solemn.

He has an impression of this bird.
To be continued...