The truck rushed out before the local grenade exploded. Fortunately, he did not accompany those unlucky guys to the funnel. The driver was obviously scared, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he fled from this place of right and wrong as if he was flying. I really admire his skills. He rushed all the way on such a rugged mountain road, but he didn't overturn! It was not until the gunshots gradually disappeared that he dared to slow down the speed of the car, muttering while whispering: "Those poor people, after eating the courage of the leopard, dared

Rebellion is something that has never happened before! I hope it will not cause too much loss!" He mumbled all the way and finally came to the place where the slag was dumped. It was usually very lively, and there were groups of trucks coming here to dump the slag, but now, he was afraid of being blown up by the government aircraft, and the cars were buried in the mine cave and dared not come out, so he seemed very deserted. He didn't dare to stay here for too long, and began to dump the slag without stopping.

The slag was over and everything went smoothly. Just a urge to pee, he jumped out of the car, and he was spared from walking away, and he unzipped his pants and solved it on the spot. However, at this moment, a steel chisel stabbed hard from behind, and his chest went into the front and poked him to a cold heart! The driver widened his eyes, his mouth wide open, and he turned his head with difficulty. At the last moment of his life, he saw a pair of red eyes......

The driver fell down, and Kulum had no extra move, so he jumped into the car and started rummaging. He took the risk of killing the driver in order to obtain some food and weapons. Without these, he could not escape from the very desolate mountainous area with many armed factions. This mountainous area with hundreds of miles was not only gold and rebels, but also primeval forests and ferocious beasts. Without weapons and food, he had a very slim hope of escaping alive. However, to his disappointment, he searched in the car for two or three times but could not find rifles and bullets. He only found a thirty-centimeter-long dagger. It was sharp enough, but he wanted to use it.

Coming to deal with the rebels carrying the AK-47 and M-16 is no different from seeking death. There is not much food, only a few saltwater biscuits. Originally, this driver was not a long-distance person, so there was no need to prepare so much food in the car, and it was reasonable for him to be disappointed. Kulum smiled bitterly. He made a fatal mistake and took the risk to kill the driver. While obtaining weapons, he also exposed himself! The risks he took were not proportional to the harvest, and he had violated the rules of hunting. However, regret was useless. The driver who was killed by a spinning would not survive. He must now determine an escape route as soon as possible.

It is the most ideal to escape to the direction of the government attack. It can be rescued in the shortest time, but the chance of dying under the artillery fire of the government is astonishingly high as the chance of being caught by the rebels or even being shot dead by random shots. There are many soldiers there, and a guy who doesn't even have a gun to run there. It is hard to imagine what else can be done except being used as a target. That direction is absolutely impossible to go, so........... Go into the uninhabited area? There were originally many villages in the mountains, but they were destroyed by the rebels, and they all became ghosts. Although it is possible to run there.

To effectively avoid the rebels' pursuit, but they will not get any help for a long time, they will most likely starve to death or be eaten by wild animals. I heard from the workers that some people have tried to escape before, and after they have determined that they have fled deep into the mountains, the rebels generally will not chase after them, because no one can escape from the desolate no-man's land. Where can they escape? Should they slip into the direction of the government army and try their luck, or rely on their innate hunting instinct to drill into the no-man's land, go around a big circle and then escape, striving for insurance? There is no time to think too much, several trucks drove over. He ran over like a hare

Looking towards the forest not far away, before he could escape into the forest, he heard the loud shouts behind him, and ordered him to stop. The shouts lasted only for a few seconds. The rebels changed into a more effective way. The bullets chased him and fired him. He went in a zigzag shape, shook the bullets away, and let the bullets wipe their body blood without slowing down a little. Finally, he got into the forest, and the bullets were still chasing, hitting the trees beside him. The sweat splashed, the wood chips exploded, and the leaves were beaten to fly. Kulum sprinted at high speed in the woods, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared from the sight of the rebels.

The rebels also chased into the forest, but they just wanted to chase a very experienced hunter in the dense forest, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack! Kulum ran across two hills in one breath and finally threw the pursuers behind him away. After confirming that no one was chasing behind him, he slowed down and gasped. Now he could take a few breaths, but it won't take long to catch a large number of rebels and hunting dogs to chase him, and he would never give up until he was torn apart. There were irreconcilable contradictions between the various rebel factions, and he pulled the other's hind legs from time to time, but he maintained a high degree of consistency in the issue of escaped miners. No matter which sect miners escaped, everyone would take action together, dig three feet into the ground and catch the escapees and light the sky lantern. God knows what's weird inside, but if it falls into their hands, you will definitely regret why you came to the world.

Kulum breathed evenly, stopped slowly, took out a blood-stained biscuit and filled it into his mouth little by little. Now there was still time, so he had to try his best to fill his stomach and wait a moment to have the strength to deal with the rebels. Biscuits were a good thing, and they were full after eating only two pieces, but they were dry. There was stream water in the woods, but they could not drink it casually. In order to ensure insurance, he cut off a thick vine with one knife, and the transparent sap flowed out. He opened his mouth and let the sap flow into his mouth, and drank enough in one breath.

After eating and drinking, there was no movement behind him, Kulum seized the time to create weapons. For a hunter who grew up in the mountains, this was not a difficult task. Soon he had a strong bow and a dozen arrows, and cut a javelin. These weapons were still very primitive, with limited lethality, but they were better than nothing. He found a flint and smashed it open, picked up the sharpest fragment and tied it to the arrowhead as an arrowhead, and tied the largest and most pointed piece to the javelin.

As soon as he came, his weapon's lethality doubled. Listening to the vaguely barking of dogs behind him, he showed a proud smile: Come on, dog bastard, I want you to cry today!

"When did it happen?"

Colonel Santas, who has one-half of white blood, looked at the slag-covered body, his face was so gloomy.

Several men with scattered clothes and panting said carefully: "Just just now... the boy stabbed this fool to death with an iron rod and then fled into the forest. We rushed to chase him, but he ran too fast and we couldn't catch up at all, so he ran away!"

Colonel Santas asked word by word: "Are you sure he is the only one who escapes?"

Several subordinates nodded together: "We can guarantee that he is the only one!"

Colonel Santas roared: "Twenty people come, bring the hounds to chase me! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you will still catch me. I will dig out his heart and make wine and drinks!"

A major said: "He ran to the no-man's land and there was no need to chase him. If he didn't starve to death, he would have to let the hyena chew so that he could not even have a bone left!"

The colonel's face became even more gloomy and slapped him in the face: "Idiot, that's the past! Now the government forces are launching a full-scale offensive against us. Some international friends are protecting them and they dare not do too much for a while. But if this bastard is rescued by them, the secret here will be leaked. By then, even those friends can't save us, and we will be completely finished!"

Amid the colonel's roar, the rebels, who had just calmed down a riot, urgently recruited elite soldiers and generals, led by the hunting dog, and rushed into the jungle, and never gave up until the troublemaker was caught out! The hunting dog was quite easy to track, because the miners had almost no chance to take a bath, and their body odor was too strong, and even people could smell it. For the hunting dog, it was not a piece of cake! Under the leadership of the hunting dog, twenty armed personnel chased them all the way. If nothing unexpected happened, they could catch the person back and feed the dog before the sun set.

In fact, this probably seems a little conservative.

When the acacia forest was circling out, the hound suddenly barked wildly, and then a figure flashed in front of him, and the prey they were chasing appeared! The rebels cheered, and the hand held the hound loosened. The hound rushed out like a string arrow and rushed towards the panicked guy. Kulum screamed, ran away, and made the rebels laugh. The rebels who were just laughing happily did not notice that the hound tripped on a rope temporarily made of bark while flying, and an overwhelmed tree suddenly bounced up. Before the rebels could react, a javelin that was 1.5 meters long was magnified quickly in front of their eyes.....................

The shrill screamed aroused several white birds, a tall and big house

The guy was pierced through his chest by a javelin and fell to the ground and screamed in pain. The javelin still had insufficient lethality and could not kill him on the spot. It was because of this that he was in so much pain that he was not as good as death! Everyone else was stunned, looking at his comrades struggling fiercely, he was at a loss. Don't blame them, in their experience of being arrogant, he had never encountered such a difficult thing: a clearly unarmed guy dared to take the initiative to attack twenty soldiers carrying automatic rifles

! Before they could react, another scream sounded. This time it was a hunting dog. The fierce hunting dog showed a sharp teeth like jagged teeth and rushed towards Kulum, biting Kulum's neck. Kulum seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he avoided it with a flash of his waist. Before the empty hunting dog landed on the ground, he kicked it out quickly and fiercely, hitting the hunting dog's lower abdomen. This kick was really cruel. The hunting dog let out a miserable howl and was kicked four or five meters away and fell to the ground

Barking and rolling wildly, he couldn't even stand up. Kulum succeeded in a blow, but he didn't want to fight. He flashed to the left with a string of bullets that were shot in rage and crawled into a bush and disappeared. The rebels chased after him, and saw the hound twitching in pain, and the mouth and nose were squirting out a bunch of blood, and he couldn't see it anymore. As for the guy who was shot by the javelin, forget it, let's shoot him. Twenty people shot an unarmed one, and as soon as they fought, they gave him a warning. The hound was beaten by someone.

Killed to death, the partner let the javelin penetrate. These guys are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and are used to showing off their might in front of unarmed civilians. They use the screams and cries of the elderly, weak, women and children to prove that their heroic bastards are really stunned. They are shocked and angry, and they roar and chase into the bushes, sweeping around with automatic rifles, causing the bushes to fall down one by one. Of course, such a shooting cannot hit Kulum. They don’t even know where they are. It would be strange if they can hit people!

The captain looked ugly, and he gritted his teeth and slapped him one by one. Everyone had a share and shouted at the stupid guys: "You have a lot of bullets on you, right? You can waste them at will, right? Stop it!"

The guy who was beaten calmed down instead and gritted his teeth: "Bastard, that bastard, I'm going to kill him!"

The team leader said, "It's not certain who kills anyone! If you don't want to die, it's best to brighten your eyes, keep your ears higher, look more, think more, and move less. This guy is a good jungle hunter. If you are not careful, we will become his prey, and the fate will be like that stupid guy and this dog!" He pointed to the seriously injured and dying hunting dog and the soldier who was shot through by a javelin.

The unlucky soldier had stopped breathing, and the hound was still twitching, but it could not survive.

The soldiers couldn't help but have a cold war, and it would be a little bit miserable to end up like this.

The captain used a telescope to observe the terrain. The more he looked, the tighter his brows became. Finally, he couldn't help but let out a curse: "What the hell is it? It's just a maze!"

Everyone felt deeply that the terrain of this ghost place is too complex and the trees are dense, so it is easy to lose its direction. If you get lost here, you will probably never be able to get out. Fortunately, they did not go deeper, otherwise it would be miserable. The captain decisively ordered: "Go and bring another hunting dog, we can't chase it without the hunting dog!"

The second hound was led over. Kulum was so uncomfortable that he could only escape. He had no way to launch any attack on the rebels. More than a dozen automatic rifles could kill him in one round! There was no way, and he could only escape without looking back. Under the leadership of the hound, the rebels chased him closely, and once approached their prey, and almost killed him several times. But Kulum gave them the impression of a fox, whose whereabouts were vague and unstable, making people unable to exert force. In the end, they lost their target by the river.

Kulum risked being attacked by a crocodile and jumped into the river. The hounds could not track their prey in the river.
Chapter completed!