Veteran Shi Shiran walked into the valley.
Under the reflection of the fiery red night sky, half of his face was red and half of his face was black, like a demon from the Roman Legion.
Two cannon shots were heard overhead, and two giant heads were projected on the night sky.
They were none other than Lightning and the last player of the Paris team.
There is no projection of Wang Kun, which means he is not dead.
A glimmer of hope arose in Xiao Ming's heart, hoping that Wang Kun would come and kill the veteran with the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind.
However, he was disappointed.
He saw the veteran walking safely to the boxing champion, picking up the ax on the ground, and spinning it skillfully several times in his hand.
Seeing that something was wrong, Xiao Wu tried his best to pull out the javelin from his chest and threw it at the veteran, but the opponent easily dodged it.
His face was ashen, and a blood arrow spurted out from his chest, and he fell to the ground.
Blade showed a victorious smile, managed to speak English, and urged the veteran to take action quickly.
The veteran nodded and looked around at the people lying on the ground, seeming to be choosing which one to start with.
Xiao Ming felt that his strength was returning to his fingers little by little, and hope was returning little by little.
His eyes fell on the flying knife on his chest.
When the veteran killed him, he might be able to counterattack.
However, unlike the previous two opponents, the veteran didn't attack Xiao Ming first.
Instead, he walked towards the fat man unhurriedly and wanted to kill the fattest one first.
At this moment, Xiao Ming and the others are fighting.
Should he let the veteran kill the fat man?
Can he save a little more strength or speak out to stop it and bring the disaster to himself?
He had no time to think about it and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Old soldier, kill me first if you dare."
The veteran stopped and turned around, with an unpredictable light in his eyes: "Boy, if you die sooner or later, you will die.
What are you in a hurry for?"
Xiao Ming had to waste his little energy on speaking, and said angrily: "I'm afraid that if you kill me too late, you won't be able to kill me."
The veteran looked appreciative: "Not bad, he looks like a leader.
I will help you and let you die first."
Dao Feng muttered dissatisfiedly, that meant talking to a dying person.
Xiao Ming stopped talking and looked like he was waiting for death.
He secretly gathered all his strength in his right hand to prepare for the last fight.
The veteran walked over slowly, and every step was like the footsteps of death, stepping on Xiao Ming's heart.
Xiao Ming pretended to die calmly, but his heart was in turmoil.
He had never felt that death was so close, and he had never had such a strong desire to live: I can't die, there are a lot of people waiting for me to rescue, there are a lot of people waiting for me to rescue.
Things are waiting to be done by yourself The veteran finally stood in front of Xiao Ming.
The sharp ax flashed coldly and was aimed at his neck.
He seemed to enjoy the process: "Boy, have you seen your fight for dreams and freedom?"
The veteran was a little carried away.
Suddenly he looked up at the fiery red sky and spoke a lot of impassioned English to the invisible audience.
Scenarios like this are often seen in movies.
The protagonist or antagonist who could have ended the battle in one fell swoop insists on expressing his emotions before his opponent dies.
As a result, the outcome is often changed.
Xiao Ming didn't expect that a seemingly wily veteran would make such a mistake.
The so-called wise man must make a mistake after thinking a lot.
This is the kind of person he is talking about.
Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared Xiao Ming seized this fleeting opportunity, raised his right hand, pulled out the flying knife on his left chest, and aimed it at the veteran's abdomen.
The veteran immediately felt something was wrong.
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He turned to one side and escaped the fatal attack, but the knife was still inserted into the outside of his thigh.
He screamed and fell to the ground, and the ax fell aside.
Seeing that his success was in vain, Dao Feng let out a series of curses.
In fact, with his physical strength, he could have recovered earlier, but because his own people gave him hope and disappointed him repeatedly, he became restless and unable to accumulate strength at all.
On the contrary, Xiao Ming could not rely on others and relied on himself to survive from a desperate situation.
As the saying goes, God will save those who save themselves.
Even in the most desperate times, the spirit of never giving up hope has long been ingrained in his bones.
Xiao Ming succeeded in the move and became energetic.
He stood up unsteadily, standing like a god in the background of the red night.
Dao Feng couldn't help but show fear in his eyes, feeling Xiao Ming's fear for the first time.
The veteran also felt the same.
He was only injured in the thigh.
He still had the strength in his body but no fighting spirit.
He stepped forward to hold up the blade and stumbled out of the valley.
Xiao Ming watched his opponent's back disappear from his sight.
He could no longer hold on, his vision went dark, and he fainted to the ground.
He was awakened by the sound of cannons, and his heart jolted.
Who was dead?
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the boxing champion's head projected above his head.
There was only one avatar.
Xiao Ming let out a long breath.
Fortunately, he was not one of his own.
He didn't know how long he had been lying there, but he had recovered a lot of strength.
He slowly sat up and saw everyone lying in their original position, motionless.
The boxing champion should have died of blood loss.
Xiao Ming's heart arose again.
Xiao Wu and Gong Er were both seriously injured.
Will it be their turn to die next?
Gong Er was closest to him, hugging Ruth.
Xiao Ming's strength has not recovered much, and he can't even lift the ax on the ground.
He can only pick up the arrow that Ruth dropped and crawl over with difficulty.
When he arrived at Gong Er's side, he never wanted to make the mistake the veteran had just made, and inserted a sharp arrow into Ruth's neck.
She convulsed in a coma and soon died.
Gong Er was also in a coma.
He checked the wound on her thigh and saw that the flying knife was inserted into it.
The blood had solidified, but it was okay for the time being.
Xiao Ming crawled towards Xiao Wu again, and he fell face down on the ground.
"Brother, brother," Xiao Ming called him twice.
Seeing that he didn't move, he turned him over with great effort.
There was a large blood clot of volcanic ash on Xiao Wu's chest, but there was no more bleeding and his breathing was steady.
Xiao Ming thought of the miraculous effects of volcanic ash, and secretly called out luck.
If Xiao Wu hadn't been lying on the ground, he might have died long ago.
He turned to the fat man again.
This guy was not injured.
Why did he still not wake up after being beaten so shockingly?
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Xiao Ming was angry and shook his huge body.
He immediately felt something was wrong.
Why was the fat man feeling hot all over but not sweating at all?
This symptom seems to be heat stroke
Xiao Ming was shocked.
If heat stroke is not treated in time, it will kill people.
He nervously recalled the first aid methods for heatstroke: cooling down and replenishing fluids.
Xiao Ming looked back at the corpses of several enemies.
They were all naked and contained nothing but weapons.
The supply packages must have been hidden in advance.
He remembered that the bottle of water he had brought seemed to be thrown away outside the mountain valley.
He had to find it quickly and see what happened to Wang Kun and Huo Huo.
At this time, another cannon shot sounded overhead, and Ruth's death projection was projected.
Xiao Ming felt relieved.
The blade and the veteran would mistakenly think that he was recovering well and had eliminated all the enemies around him.
They would not dare to fight back for a while.
He climbed out of the valley and saw Wang Kun lying at the bottom of the slope, with Huo Huo guarding him beside him.
He rolled up to them and saw that Huohuo could only stand on three legs, and the other leg was injured.
No wonder it did not return to the cave and could not climb up.
Wang Kun was awake, with a pained expression on his face.
When he saw Xiao Ming coming over, his eyes showed relief, and he said in a weak tone: "Lao San, several of my ribs are broken and I can't move."
Seeing that his life was not in danger, Xiao Ming was relieved: "Brother, you lie down first.
Second brother has heat stroke, I will save him first."
He found the bottle of water, climbed back to the valley, and began to rescue the fat man.
He first drank a sip of water and poured it into the fat man's mouth, then poured some water on his forehead and chest.
Since there was no cloth, he could only wipe it with his hands to cool down.
Xiao Ming had been busy for a long time, and the bottle of water was almost used up.
He only heard the fat man groaning, and finally opened his eyes, his mind was still clear: "Third brother, we won."
Xiao Ming smiled bitterly: "We didn't win, Blade and Veteran are still alive."
The fat man asked worriedly: "Where are our people?"
Xiao Ming fell beside him exhausted: "Still alive for now."
The fat man blinked his little eyes: "What does it mean to be alive for the time being?"
Xiao Ming handed the last bit of water to the fat man: "Second brother, if they don't get timely treatment, they may not live long.
You get the eldest brother and Huohuo up first, I really don't have the strength."
"Who is Huo Huo?"
Fatty Zhanger Jingang was confused.
"It's a wolf."
Xiao Ming almost didn't have the strength to speak.
The fat man did not dare to neglect.
He supported his sick body and took Wang Kun and Huo Huo back to the cave with the light of the red night.
In this battle, the Berlin team lost three people, one hand was broken off the blade, and the veteran's thigh was stabbed.
They had a supply package and complete medicines, and they could quickly regain their combat effectiveness.
On the other hand, in the Roman team, although no one was killed, three people were seriously injured.
The fat man who was injured earlier suffered from heat stroke.
The only one who could still fight was Xiao Ming.
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The only advantage is that almost all the weapons are left in the valley.
Once the Blades and Veterans make a comeback, it's hard to say who will win.
What Xiao Ming has to do now is to rescue his injured companions and add helpers to himself.
Wang Kun suffered several broken ribs and was unable to exercise strenuously for a short period of time.
He was hopeless.
Xiao Wu's chest and shoulders were penetrated by a javelin, and his vital signs were obvious, indicating that no vital parts were injured and he could still retain a certain amount of combat effectiveness.
Gong Er's thigh was injured, but it did not affect his archery.
The question is, how to treat them when there is a lack of medical treatment and medicine?
Xiao Ming's thoughtful gaze fell on Huo Huo.
Its wolf blood had miraculous recovery effects.
God sent it to him as if it was prepared for this moment.
He gritted his teeth, picked up a throwing knife from the ground, and waved to Huo Huo.
When Huohuo saw his master calling, he limped over and rubbed against him affectionately.
Xiao Ming held the flying knife in the palm of his hand, hugged its wolf head with his other hand, and reluctantly pressed his face against it.
Although they had only known each other for a long time, he regarded it as an old friend.
I can't believe that there is such a feeling of being like old friends at first sight between humans and animals.
But Xiao Ming is going to take action against this old friend he just met: