All the thatched huts of the tribe were burning, and for a while there were endless screams, the cries of women and children, and the barking of domestic dogs, all mixed together. From time to time, people on fire rushed out, struggled several times, and fell to the ground twitching.

, a painful death.

Li Moyang rushed over and discovered that it was Yunbao and the Tutu warriors who were massacring the women and children of the Watu tribe.

In a corner, a Tutu warrior with his lower body naked lying on top of a woman kept swaying. The black woman's face was filled with fear, and she struggled and begged feebly. The warrior felt nothing.

After a few sprints, without lifting his pants, he raised his hand and struck the woman on the head with a knife. The knife cut the woman's head in half.

Li Moyang was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked the black soldier unconscious.

There was another man in the distance chasing a woman. The woman was holding a child in her arms. Suddenly the woman fell to the ground. The soldier stepped forward and slashed the woman's back crazily.

Li Moyang rushed over, and it turned out to be a clouded leopard. The clouded leopard fell into madness at this time. Under the night, the fire was shining, and its eyes were full of madness.

The woman was hugging a black child tightly and lying on the ground. Her back was covered with open wounds, and blood was pouring out.

The woman struggled for a few times but stopped moving. The clouded leopard tore the black woman's arm away and pulled out the little black boy with a big head, a small neck and a bulging belly. The little boy stared with frightened eyes and forgot to cry.

The clouded leopard had a ferocious look on its face. It brandished a machete and chopped off the little boy's neck. Li Moyang flew forward and kicked the clouded leopard away. The clouded leopard fell to the ground and did not get up for a long time. Li Moyang kicked him in the stomach. The clouded leopard

He lost his temper on the spot and fainted.

Li Moyang picked up the little boy, held it in his left hand, and held a gun in his right hand. He fired a shuttle into the sky. When the gunfire stopped, Li Moyang shouted: "Stop, stop!"

The gunfire alarmed everyone, and the tribe fell into silence for a moment. Gray Pigeon ran over, the machete in his hand dripping with blood, and his eyes were crazy.

"Mr. Li, what do you want to do?" Gray Pigeon didn't know why.

"Stop killing people, they are all innocent, you are committing a crime!" Li Moyang was furious, and his favorable impression of Gray Pigeon dropped sharply.

Hui Ge was stunned for a while, pointed at the woman's body on the ground and said coldly: "You, don't talk to me about nonsense, these people must die, there is no reason to talk about it!"

"Why? They are all women and children!" Li Moyang said angrily.

"Why? Okay, I'll tell you why!"

Gray Pigeon's eyes were full of anger and sadness, and the shiny black face reflected the firelight, which was very scary.

"Tell me, give me a reason, otherwise we won't even be friends!" Li Moyang roared loudly!

"Okay, let me tell you, my wife and my daughter were also killed by the Wattu tribe in this way. None of our warriors have such a situation in their families, so today the opportunity has come. We want to take revenge and give our dead relatives

revenge!!!"

After Hui Ge finished speaking, he suddenly shed tears, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. He covered his face and squatted down, crying loudly.

Li Moyang didn't know what to do or what to say for a moment.

Revenge? Revenge?

Didn't he do the same thing? Li Suifeng's family and subordinates were killed one by one, and each one was unlucky. Wasn't it all to avenge the murder of his mother?

There is no solution to the vendetta between ethnic groups. This is a world feud. Today you kill me, tomorrow I will kill you. Children and grandchildren avenge their fathers. When will grievances be repaid? This is an unsolvable problem.

Li Moyang sighed, hugged the little black boy, and returned to the mobile cabin. He picked up the small suitcase and a maritime satellite phone on the table. He also picked it up and put it in his pocket.

When he went out and looked around, he saw that the Japanese had left behind a Toyota off-road vehicle. Li Moyang got in and started the car. The fuel tank was full.

After turning the car around, Li Moyang drove out with the little boy. Passing by Hui Ge, Li Moyang stopped and said to Hui Ge: "Tell Clouded Leopard that there are weapons in that house."

After saying that, Li Moyang stepped on the accelerator and left.

After leaving the Wattu tribe village, Li Moyang glanced at the blazing village in the rearview mirror and sighed slightly in his heart.

Not far ahead, two figures swayed, the blonde pilot and the rescued Taiwanese. Under the bright car lights, we could see the unexploded helicopter wreckage next to them.

He braked and Li Moyang jumped out of the car.

"Help, save this pilot, he is my uncle." The blonde beauty stepped forward and begged.

Li Moyang took a closer look and saw that the nose of the helicopter was deflated. Inside, a middle-aged pilot was sitting on the seat. His legs were firmly pressed under the collapsed instrument panel. He could not move. His face was pale and his eyes were closed. He said no.

Speak up.

Two corpses were lying on the ground on the side, their faces smashed. They should be armed personnel in the cabin.

Li Moyang carried the Galil assault rifle behind him, walked around to the other side of the helicopter, and checked the surrounding situation.

The fuel tank was not broken and there was no oil leakage. After confirming that there was no danger, Li Moyang tried to open the badly deformed hatch of the helicopter and ducked in.

A minute later, he came out again and clapped his hands, feeling helpless.

"How's it going? Can I be rescued?" the blonde asked.

Li Moyang shook his head and said: "The pilot had a wound on his right thigh. There was too much blood and his legs were stuck under the instrument panel. There is no way to rescue him without special tools."

"Please, he is my uncle, please rescue him." The blonde beauty grabbed Li Moyang's arm and begged.

The Taiwanese man stood aside and looked at Li Moyang calmly. What he was holding was obviously a Galil assault rifle picked up from a dead Japanese man.

He suddenly said: "Save one, give it a try, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, good people will be rewarded!"

Li Moyang glanced at him and then nodded: "I'll give it a try."

After checking around just now, Li Moyang had a general understanding of the damage to the helicopter.

When the helicopter hit the ground, its nose touched the ground first, and then it probably flipped over several times. The nose of the helicopter was dented, and the instrument panel was severely deformed. It stuck the helicopter pilot's legs tightly, making it impossible to move at all.

Moreover, the glass fragments in the cabin and cab scratched the pilot's leg and caused a lot of blood. However, it seemed that the aorta was not damaged. This is fortunate among misfortunes. Otherwise, there would be no need for rescue at all. The pilot would have died due to excessive blood loss.

.

The next most important task was to disassemble the deformed instrument panel. No wonder the beautiful pilot and the Taiwanese were helpless. One was a woman and the other was injured. With their personal strength, they could not save the pilot at all.

Fortunately, I came here by myself, and fortunately there is still a Toyota car to drive.

Li Moyang came to the pilot again and whispered a few words: "Hey, flight chief, I will open the instrument panel later. I hope you can hold on."

The middle-aged pilot opened his eyes, and in front of him was a young yellow man who spoke fluent French. He nodded feebly and said feebly: "Save me..." After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

Li Moyang smiled faintly, his white teeth looked really beautiful in the moonlight, and said: "I will try my best! But you white people like the spirit of contract the most. I wonder what you will give me in return for saving you?"

The middle-aged pilot opened his mouth, but was unable to speak. He was too weak.

Li Moyang waved his hand, smiled, and did not continue talking. He turned around and came to the back of the Toyota. He opened the trunk, found a tow rope, and hooked one end of it to the hook. He led the tow rope to the nose of the helicopter and wrapped it around the instrument panel.

, and wound the towing rope head out.

"You drive." Li Moyang said to the blonde beauty.

The blonde beauty understood that she needed to use the power of the car to pull open the dashboard. However, at this time, only the nose of the helicopter was left. It was not heavy enough to take root. As soon as the car started, the nose of the helicopter would definitely move forward with it.

Li Moyang grabbed the head of the rope, took a breath, and said, "Don't worry about anything else, just drive."

The blonde beauty got into the car without knowing why and started the car. Li Moyang put one foot on the nose of the plane and stood firmly on the ground with the other leg, holding the rope tightly in his hand.

The Taiwanese was shocked. Could it be that this Chinese could have roots growing on the soles of his feet?

The Toyota was in second gear, a puff of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, and it suddenly jumped forward. The nose of the car moved forward suddenly, and Li Moyang's feet also slid a few steps.

Li Moyang got lucky again, shouted, and poured all his strength into his left leg, which was like an iron pillar firmly stuck on the ground. He kicked his right leg on the nose of the machine and held the towing rope tightly in his hand.

The beautiful pilot suddenly discovered that the Toyota car no longer moved forward one centimeter at all, and even had a faint tendency to retreat. This was too incredible. She saw in the rearview mirror that the Chinese young man's body was as tight as a Greek one.

The mythical Hercules remained motionless, and the beautiful pilot's heart suddenly jumped.

Taiwanese people were also shocked. Could this be the legendary Hercules?

Seeing big beads of sweat on Li Moyang's head and exposed veins, the Taiwanese limped forward and helped push back the helicopter's nose. In his eyes, the deflated nose was moving slowly.

Slowly bulging outward, after about two minutes, Li Moyang had reached his limit and his feet began to feel weak.

The dent in the nose of the plane was almost protruding out. Li Moyang said to the Taiwanese: "Quick! Notice to stop!"

The Taiwanese stopped hurriedly, ran to the car and shouted: "Stop, stop!" He also spoke fluent French.

The beautiful pilot breathed a long sigh of relief, stopped the car hard, pushed open the door, and rushed to the nose of the helicopter. Li Moyang was already paralyzed on the ground, breathing heavily.

After a while, he sat cross-legged and meditated as if no one else was around, adjusting his breathing there.

It took quite a while before my breath slowly returned to normal, and all physical indicators returned to their peak state again.

Li Moyang stood up and saw that the middle-aged pilot was helped out of the nose by the beautiful pilot. Apart from the skin injury, there were no fractures, but he was stuck and couldn't get out.

"Thank you!" The middle-aged pilot bowed deeply to Li Moyang.

Li Moyang smiled and said: "Don't forget to repay me. You Westerners cherish life the most. As long as you can live, stop coveting your gold, silver and jewelry. Leave them all to me."

After hearing this, the blonde beauty was furious, but the Taiwanese looked at Li Moyang silently, holding an assault rifle as a walking stick, while the middle-aged pilot had a serious expression and was thinking about how to repay the favor of saving his life.

Li Moyang smiled faintly, and suddenly took action. He came to the Taiwanese man in one stride. Before he understood, he tapped a few acupuncture points on his chest. He controlled the Taiwanese man on the spot and grabbed the assault rifle that was used as a walking stick.

, rummaged through the Taiwanese man’s body for a while and found two magazines.
Chapter completed!