Zhou Huaian was awakened again by the unexpected noise of the collapse of a large area of ​​heavy objects;

Under the gloomy and dim sky, he looked at his watch at five or six o'clock in the evening. He had been sleeping for about two or three hours, his body was still sore and vague and his stomach was still hungry. However, the obscure and heavy feeling of the limbs had been relieved a lot during a short rest, and the varicose veins and swelling on his legs and feet had basically disappeared.

The noise that was originally staying in the distance also turned into fragmented shouts nearby. Obviously, the small traps he set up on the streets and alleys, or the early warning agency, were triggered one after another.

These small mechanisms are materials that can be seen everywhere on the street. The temporarily produced single-use and simple finished products are no different from the rubble and waste that can be seen everywhere on the street, and there is no specific lethality or hindering effect. The only function is that after being touched by someone, a more harsh sound and noise will be made during the collapse to remind Zhou Huaian, who is hiding nearby.

This auxiliary skill or craft is one of the wild survival skills and experiences he gained from his mutual benefit from when he was in the African medical team, with other Chinese aid units and resource development companies' guards; after all, there are too many surprises and possibilities in this magical and wild enough land in Africa.

Therefore, for a while, he played the role of a panacea in the medical team, who could do anything and make it temporarily in many places.

However, he learned that these small traps were not about the specific killing effect, but about providing timely early warnings and obstacles and delays in action against endless wild animals or armed personnel roaming everywhere.

Unfortunately, the preparation time this time was too short and the materials were limited, so he had only time to build some detailed and simple sound mechanisms with bricks and stones.

Despite this, he quickly packed up the extra traces of the outside room and re-arranged several small mechanisms. With the weapons around him, he climbed up the roof of the roof along the piled objects, and gently lifted a gap that covered the white and black thatched on the roof with the tip of the short spear, which was a high observation view of the street.

Then, he observed a few figures stumbled and ran away from the walls in the distance to the west, as well as the faint smoke and dust following him and shouting and chasing.

Fortunately, although the fugitives touched the street warnings on the outside, they did not run directly to the broken house where Zhou Huaian was; and there were not many people chasing them. After observing this for a while, only a dozen people appeared one after another, scattered on the streets one after another, making some roundabout surrounds and blocking.

Afterwards, Zhou Huaian noticed that the armed personnel were chasing were very mixed, including swords, axes, nails, sticks, bows and arrows, even lassoes and fishing forks. They were wearing messy short clothes and brown hips, and the best protection was just a ragged leather vest.

But he looked full of momentum and fierceness, and he looked a little cooperative and shouted, and drove the escapees directly along the street toward this side.

In this moment, two people suddenly fell into the pursuit street with screams and begging, and then the armed personnel who were caught up with the sword were splattered with blood on the spot.

Then, some of the armed personnel stopped and pulled out arrows from their backs and shot them with a bow. Unfortunately, they fell behind the only escapees and the walls and ground beside them with very poor strength and accuracy. With this delay, the remaining three escapees who had no life to escape were separated from them for a while.

However, in Zhou Huaian's view, their performance and mental state are the level of Uncle Hei who dared to go on the road with a cane-cutting knife during the chaos in Africa and robbed part-time, and even some local tribal armed forces that Zhou Huaian had seen were not as good as those of them.

He is generally malnutrition and lacks training, and the use of weapons is also indiscriminate and tactics, but it is a little threat to quantity. With his short-term combat and self-defense training, if he encounters it, he will face about three to four at the same time, but more than that, he will have to find a way to retreat and turn around. Zhou Huaian quickly made a preliminary judgment, which is also a necessary experience in the eyesight and details when walking in Africa.

After all, in the face of the moral and ethical lower limits of the West under the banner of humanitarian rescue, even medical teams with pure public welfare nature have the probability of receiving indiscriminate attacks; the most troublesome of them are not those established anti-government armed forces, tribal guerrillas, or bandits for the purpose of robbery, but these scattered soldiers and raiders who are difficult to negotiate but only know how to kill and kill. Only appropriate violence can make them retreat.

This was just a few breaths. Then, a fugitive passed Zhou Huaian and hid in the broken courtyard and ran straight to the distance. Before Zhou Huaian could breathe a sigh of relief, someone bumped into the trap where Zhou Huaian shot outside the door. With a clamor, the piled up rubble was poured and covered in and half buried.

Then, screaming and being caught by the armed forces who chased him, dragged it back onto the street. It was the voice of a woman. Then, through the invisible dead corner behind the wall, it changed to a kind of suppressed begging and hoarse crying.

Then with the fierce beatings and curses, the movements of the women's struggles and begging slowly disappeared, and in the end there was only the sound of lifeless slapping.

"Enough..."

"It's boring if you die..."

There was a hustle and bustle outside the wall. Zhou Huaian couldn't help but feel a sudden sound, and he saw a ghost.

"My son, are you afraid that people will take a look at this activity?"

"I'm just fine with this, so why should you...?"

"I don't want you to watch it in vain..."

"It's not too late... chase after it..."

"We don't have much time to come out..."

"It's just a muddy... Let me get it done quickly."

With the unconcealed mumbling, dragging the woman's hair, she couldn't wait to walk in with an open chest and backless figure. After looking around, she hurriedly took off her crotch under the eaves of the house.

Zhou Huaian, who had already taken the ambush position at the door, slowly pushed the short spear on the edge of the window wall and rushed forward with force, as if it had pierced a water bag. There was no resistance. He was just crossing his neck, which was trying to find a suitable position. The man who was looking for a target and path almost didn't make much sound, so he covered the blood fountain that could not be blocked, and fell to the side with weak power.

In the faint bloody smell that quickly spread, Zhou Huaian re-standed the body against the unconscious woman and continued to pretend. Then he flew tightly to the door a few times, put on a knife and raised it upwards, and slowly held his breath and squatted down with a sound.

"Is it over?"

After a while, I saw half of the body that was eager to probe in and ask, then twitched his nose and complained.

"Why is it bleeding again?"

When the cold light flashed suddenly, the person who came suddenly turned his head and turned sideways as if he was shocked. Zhou Huai's safe force cut off the back of his neck and pressed his body and slashed it straight onto the ground. He murmurted and covered the gap that was splashing blood, but he was struggling in the rapidly expanding pool of blood and couldn't get up. Then Zhou Huaian pulled his hand aside with his hand, feeling lighter than expected.

As the increasingly strong smell of blood faded, the people outside finally realized something was wrong, and they heard footsteps chaotic and someone rushed in again.

"There is buried...

Then someone started from outside the door, waving the sharp tip of the knife to thrill, and then he thrust forward courageously. However, before the last word could be made, it was interrupted again by a short spear that penetrated heavily through the door gap when his chest was in front of him. With the figure and movement that suddenly fell out with half of the spear and the door panel, he suddenly started to startle and shouted in a low voice outside the door.

"careful.."

"The thief is stolen..."

"Third",

While Zhou Huaian was silently thinking about pushing down the bricks and stones piled up on the door, submerging and burying the enemy who hit the door. While he quickly flew back to the wall, he quickly stepped on the remaining bricks and stones, turned over and jumped over the wall and into the hole in the house on the side, and then began to follow the reserved gaps and passages, and walked tightly to the people blocking the front door of the courtyard.

However, the first thing he saw outside the door was the empty main door. Then he turned his head and ran into the figure of Wangfeng, who was facing his back to him with a bow and arrow. He forced himself to suppress his heart, which was beating in his heart, and after judging the range of the other party and the distance he could escape before he could react;

He took a deep breath and touched the holster that could be pulled out at any time on his legs. He slowly turned around and took a step forward and flew forward. He then thrust his legs on the bend of his legs that were turned around. He used all his weight to step on the ground and made a dull fracture sound. He pinched one hand into a cone fist and hit it hard under his ribs. The other hand used his grasping skills to strode forward and hold the other person's head according to the grappling skills he had learned, and tightly tied the mouth and nose that was about to scream with the angle of his arms. He used his body as the rotation axis to force it back and forth and twisted it back and forth;

After the other party was released as the other party was clattering and sloughing and mud were released again, it seemed that the threat of remote killing was temporarily resolved; and the people who rushed into the yard next door were even shouting and making loud noises everywhere, giving themselves courage and filling their momentum, and there were even more other people left outside.

Since this is the case, Zhou Huaian suddenly had a more adventurous idea; he tried the captured bows and arrows casually; well, as a former amateur hunting enthusiast, he had practiced this thing in African tribes. Although it looked rough and not very tight, it was also possible to deal with the remaining few not very neat feather-tailed arrows.

Then, he slowly retreated to the street corner more than ten steps away, squatting down, revealing only a bent palm and half of his observing face; in a few breaths, there was a figure shouting loudly, shouting something from the yard, looking around. Zhou Huaian, who had no time to test the shooting, resolutely let go and release an arrow, but it drifted slightly to the left and shot on the other party's shoulder with the wind, and the shallow nail to the wall next to the door made him scream in pain on the spot.

At this time, someone exposed most of his body from the wall to watch. It seemed that he was avoiding the main entrance and planning to climb out on the wall. At this time, Zhou Huaian, who had adjusted his head and strength, had no hastily met the target. He let out a soothing sound and shot the other party who had just stepped over the wall and penetrated the chest with an arrow, and then rushed back into the wall with a flash of pain.

Then he re-stringed a feather arrow aimed at the unlucky guy who gritted his teeth and hummed, trying to pull himself out a little by little from the door. After the gentle string and the shrill sound of his chest, everything calmed down; so the yard seemed to have returned to silence, and then someone spoke loudly in a trembling voice, but it didn't sound very clear.

"I'm not alone in the slightest..."

"Puff, you hiccup..."

After a while, when the strongest figure in a tattered leather hood also inserted the last two arrow feathers under his ribs, he swung his sword-holding weapon and cut off his wrist holding the sword. Then he stabbed it into his stomach and threw it over and overturned it to the ground, twisting, kicking, rolling and dragging it to the ground, and cursing it with a sarcasm and swearing, then swearing and dying.

In Zhou Huaian's vision, there was only the last survivor who was timid and crawled out of the yard, but was shocked and unrestrained and fell backwards in the corner of the wall, but turned around and ran away without any chance.

Then, with a gentle muffled sound as he kept his breath and aimed, the feather arrow ran out of the other party's back twenty or thirty steps away, and fell to the ground with a thin blood arrow. Then, Zhou Huaian made progress under the power of residual adrenaline, and poked the corpse with a long sword stained with blood for a few times before he could truly feel relieved.

In this way, except for the small number of people who had already chased far away, he had placed and left seven people here. The seized were a cloth-bound hunting bow and four arrows, one long and one short, two knifes with many gaps, a nail-headed stick, a harpoon, a rusty short-handed axe and a tattered wooden shield.

The bodies were then dragged into the yard by Zhou Huaian. After the covered dust was sprinkled on the bloodstains of the big beach, Zhou Huaian felt the weakness and fatigue caused by the adrenaline burst effect after the pain and stagnation of the whole body. He sat down and gasped for a while before slowly returning some strength...

The first time he killed someone with his own hands and killed several people in a row was not so impactful and psychologically shocking. Perhaps it was because the other party was too weak and was easily knocked away when facing the battle. Or he had become a little insensitive after seeing the scenes of slaughter along the coast and the bloody streets later.

You know, when he was in Africa with the medical team, he not only shot and killed ferocious beasts such as bison, hyenas, crocodiles, and also used guns to intimidate and live in suspicious people with ill-hearted intentions.

On the contrary, the feeling of hunger after being exhausted became stronger; but he still thought about it and picked up the thickest piece of broken tiles and pinched them hard. With a sound of the trumpet, it turned into several pieces. This was a thick hard pottery eaves. It seemed that it was not those people who were too poor, but their strength and reaction after traveling through time increased to varying degrees.

"Ennen...?"

"Superman?..."

A tone with a heavy accent sounded beside him, awakening him from his rapidly moving thoughts and memories again.

However, a fugitive who was so angry that he was out of breath, turned back from a nearby hiding place. He was tearing the clothes open and fainting on the ground with blood. He tried hard to wake up and slowly get up from the ground. Then he carefully pulled the woman who was like a walking corpse and tidied up Zhou Huaian one by one, and knelt on the ground with a humble and pleasing expression.

Zhou Huaian was a little surprised and surprised. He actually saved a hunted man. Although the other party's appearance was an ancient dress with a long robe with a right-sided lapel and a bun, he looked like a curly brown hair and light gray eyes. He looked more like a bloodline imported from the outside world.

Just a body that was soaked with sweat and tightly tied by the cloth clothes, it was obvious that the family and living conditions in this era were pretty good, so that the other party should get enough information. Zhou Huaian couldn't help but think of this.

It was just because the accent was too heavy, at least the other party said a few words in a hurry, but Zhou Huaian could not understand it. In the end, he could only complete the preliminary communication and understand the other party's general meaning.

Then, as more and more dialogues and gestures were made, it seemed like an opportunity and switch was opened. His understanding and mastery of the other party's accent and language became gradually becoming clearer as if it were natural.

"Shan Nuo, I dare to ask the hero for his good luck."

"Thank you, the hero Yoshisuke..."

"No one dares to forget each other with great kindness..."

However, with the other party in awe, kneeling on the ground without caring about his image and thanking each other, Zhou Huaian couldn't help but see various blessings when he sent the pictures in a public image area in a forum from a distance.

"Go away, hero..."

"The hero is safe all the way"

"Send the hero to the road..."

"A good person has a safe life..."

“1024…”

"Take out all the valuable things you have on you..."

Zhou Huaian, who came to his senses, shouted at the other party without hesitation.

"Also, tell me all you know"

“Yes yes…”

The other party was busy getting up from the ground and responding.

In the end, he only took away a few small silver cakes that had been deformed and curled from the other party's whole body, a copper coin of different textures, a gold belt ring, a small knife, a flask packed with needles and threads, ignition flint strips and a sac bag of knife stones. On the inscribed multiple copper coins, he saw words such as "Kaiyuan Tongbao" and "Qianyuan Tongbao".

Then,

"The thief who chases you?"

Zhou Huaian couldn't help but frown when he heard this name.

"No, now it should be Huang Wang's righteous teacher."
To be continued...