"This is OK... But when you retreat later, you must follow me closely. If you fall behind, I won't wait for you." Ashes nodded and distributed a rifled gun picked up from the corpse of the Federation Army to the hunters.

The old-style double-bar hunting rifle used by the hunter fires a rough iron sand that may be used to deal with wild beasts, but for federal soldiers with basic protective gear, unless they are hit at a very close distance within five meters, they will suffer at most some skin trauma.

Lily took the Hunter's wife and daughter to continue moving forward, while Ash and Hunter both turned back the same way. According to Lily's calculations, Ash needs to hold the pursuers for at least an hour before they have the chance to distance themselves safely and successfully arrive at the stronghold. After settling down the Hunter's wife and daughter, Lily will come back to pick them up.

"One hour..." Ashes sighed secretly. It was not easy to delay the pursuers for an hour by the two of them. What's more, it won't take long to go back several other teams that were led into the dead end by the maze. At that time, they had to face more than a team of ten people.

Ashes flipped through his backpack, and he used all the things that could be used to arrange traps and obstacles. Apart from food, water, some medicines and ammunition, there was only one incendiary bomb left. He would never use this thing until the last moment. The forest was full of dry and flammable dead branches. At least a few sparks could ignite the entire forest... It might be a good prop to die with the enemy, but unfortunately he didn't want to die yet.

The word "died young" sounds like a bad thing.

...

The first group of pursuers entering the ashes' vision were fewer than expected, with only four people.

The traps set up by the ashes in the maze are not all as silence as the "Fonsgi" poison gas. Their teammates should have heard the movements of other teams stepping on the trap and went to rescue them, but what they didn't know was that the path they chose happened to be the only correct answer.

"Good luck..." Ashes pressed his cheek against the side of the buttstock of the flint gun, and put the leading non-commissioned officer into the sight.

The distance between the two sides was less than thirty meters, ashes were dormant in the bushes, and the dark gray camouflage cloak almost mixed with the ground. At his hand, there were several filled muskets.

"Bang!"

The trigger was pulled, the hammer fell, and the sparks from the collision of flint and metal ignited the gunpowder in the gun chamber. The conical bullet roared out of the muzzle, and the federal sergeant fell down.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, Hunter also fired a gun. He aimed at the soldier at the end of the team. Hunter's shooting skills were no less than ashes. The bullets were drilled into the soldier's cheek and penetrated from under the back of his head, which was enough to make people die instantly.

Suddenly being attacked, the remaining two federal soldiers immediately raised their guns and squatted down... However, in panic, they could not find the location where the attacker was hiding, but instead they were always exposed to the other party's gun.

Ashes left the empty musket, grabbed another one, fired another, then left it, grabbed another one, and fired again.

The entire firefight lasted only a few breaths... No, it cannot be said that it was a firefight, it can only be said that it was a unilateral shooting. Four members of the Federal Army were killed, three were killed and one seriously injured.

The seriously injured soldier's chest was pierced by a projectile, and his lungs had been broken. Even if he could be rescued in time, he would have to spend the rest of his life in a coffin-like life capsule, not to mention how could the Rhine Empire use such expensive medical equipment to treat an unknown federal army soldier?

"Troubleshoot him." Ashes said to the hunter. He was more than twenty meters away from the fallen federal soldiers, but the hunter who was ambushing on the other side was closer.

Although this guy is bound to die, Ash does not want to be exposed by a dying person to hide his place.

The hunter climbed up from the ground, holding a short knife in his hand, and walked quickly to the fallen soldier with his waist.

"You...you...you are clearly our...our tribe...for why...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...

"Why...why...will kill us...only..."

The Hunter was a Northern Barbarian. In fact, most of the residents living north of the Fortress of Togras were descendants of the Northern Barbarians who did not retreat to the Cold Wind Islands more than 80 years ago and eventually naturalized the Rhine Empire. Even in the largest city on the North Coast, the residents with Northern Barbarian bloodline accounted for more than half of the number.

The Rhine Empire did not kill all the Northern Barbarians, and any Northern Barbarian who gave up resistance could be accepted as a new citizen of the Empire.

The Hunter's hand holding the short knife trembled and did not stab it directly.

"He is the enemy." said Ash, "kill him."

"Don't...don't...please...don't kill me..." Seeing that the other party did not take action directly, the seriously injured federal soldier seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He moaned and began to beg... Perhaps he didn't know that even if the hunter in front of him did not take action, he would die because of his serious injury in the future.

"He is a soldier, a soldier is a murderer on the battlefield. Anyone must be killed while becoming a murderer... Don't have any psychological burden, kill him."

Ashes vaguely remember that in a biography circulated from the East, there seems to be a saying: killers will always kill them.

The hunter's breathing gradually became heavy. The experience of shooting a person with a gun and killing a person with a knife is completely different. The former only requires pulling the trigger, while the latter allows you to clearly feel the indescribable blocking force when sharp metal cuts the flexible skin and muscles. The hot blood spills out, which is stuck on the blade and on the hands of the knife holder.

"Think about your wife and daughter!"

This sentence seemed to have been injected with an inexplicable force by the hunter. He held the seriously injured soldier's head with one hand and slashed the soldier's neck with a short knife.

Blood gushed out, but the knife seemed to hit the hunter's own neck. He fell backwards and hung on the ground with great strength, gasping for a long time. It took almost ten seconds to recover, and crawled back to his hideout under the bushes with his hands and feet.

During this process, Ash kept aiming with his gun... If the follow-up pursuers arrived, the hunter who was slumped on the ground would be a good bait.
Chapter completed!