"Be careful!" Qin Hao picked up a spear and threw it at the soldier.
The spear drew a graceful arc in mid-air. The soldier was aiming his gun at Ban Zuotu when he suddenly saw a spear flying towards him in mid-air, but by the time he tried to dodge, it was already too late.
The spear penetrated his chest with a pop. The soldier's body was nailed to the ground. He struggled to move, and blood flowed out from his mouth. In the end, he died unwillingly...
Ban Suotu looked back at Qin Hao and gave him a thumbs up!
Qin Hao and Fikri said hello and told her to stay where she was and not to move, while Qin Hao himself jumped out from behind the bunker with one hand on the ground.
Qin Hao quickly ran towards the opponent, and the soldiers finally noticed Qin Hao. This guy ran so fast! It was incredible! This man was dangerous, very dangerous! This is how the soldiers felt about Qin Hao.
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"Shoot! Kill that man!" The soldiers fired at Qin Hao one after another. Qin Hao dodged left and right. Soon, he ran in front of a soldier. A cold light suddenly appeared on his hand. The other soldier didn't notice anything.
Then Qin Hao wiped the guy's neck with a knife.
The sharpness of military daggers is no joke! Qin Hao took off the gun attached to the corpse. It was an American carbine. Europeans also like to use old and American things.
Qin Hao held this carbine and shot at the two Europeans in front!
Bang! Bang!
Ah...ah...two screams, two soldiers fell down on the spot, one was shot through the eyebrow, and the other was shot through the heart! His marksmanship is extremely accurate!
"Shoot! Hit him, kill him..." The soldiers finally determined the danger factor of this man. More than a dozen soldiers pointed their guns at Qin Hao. Qin Hao grabbed the body of the European soldier and
Stand in front of yourself.
Puff puff puff puff...
Within a few seconds, the soldier's corpse was beaten into a sieve. Qin Hao, carrying the corpse's shield, retreated backwards, shouting: "Retreat! You retreat quickly..."
But the natives couldn't understand what Qin Hao said. They didn't understand English at all! At this time, Fikri stood up at the back. She shouted loudly to the people of her tribe, using the words of their tribe.
In the indigenous language, the indigenous people finally understood what Qin Hao was shouting and ran back one after another.
After Qin Hao removed the spare ammunition from the body, he also threw the body on the ground. After discarding the body, Qin Hao took a few steps and rushed to the back of a slope. Behind the slope, Qin Hao heard the guns of the soldiers.
There was a loud noise, and indigenous people in the tribe kept being killed! Some people were anxious and rushed back with their spears. When Qin Hao saw this scene, he yelled crazily: "Come back! You are sending yourself to death! Hurry up.
return……"
But it's a pity that those native people were crazy and rushed up desperately. In addition, Qin Hao couldn't understand the language with Qin Hao, so Qin Hao couldn't dissuade them.
In a short time, only one or two tenths of the miserable indigenous rebels were killed by the European soldiers...
Qin Hao pointed his carbine in the air domineeringly, took a breath, and rushed out from the side of the slope.
"Crap! What the fuck, you European rubbish!" Chug tug tug... tut tug tug...
Several soldiers were killed by Qin Hao's strafing, and the rest opened fire on Qin Hao. Qin Hao hid back again. No, the firepower outside was too fierce. There were more than a hundred of those European soldiers, and they were all in their hands.
They all have guns! What about these indigenous people? Damn, they have nothing but spears and daggers! Some even want to carry stones up there...
Do you still want to defeat someone else's machine gun? What a joke!
Qin Hao continued to retreat. Ban Suotu gathered with the surviving indigenous people. They wanted to ask Qin Hao what to do. Qin Hao glanced around and looked at Alida! This guy was shot in the arm.
, although he was seriously injured, he did not die!
Qin Hao knew that he knew English, so it would be great if he could communicate with this guy! At least he could solve the problem of language barrier.
"Alida, tell everyone, retreat back to the tribe's villages. We have no chance of winning when fighting each other on this flat terrain. Even if you have ten times more people than the other party, you have no chance in front of the gun.
Unable to resist!"
Although Alida hates Qin Hao, it is not a matter of personal grudges now. If they can't get through today, their tribe will be wiped out. At that time, there will be no Fikri, no chief position, nothing, and he will also
Nothing can be gained! Therefore, the tribe must be protected first! After hearing Qin Hao's words, Alida immediately conveyed Qin Hao's intention to others, but soon encountered opposition from some people.
It turns out that the tribal villages are where women, children, and the elderly hide. They cannot lead the battlefield to that location, otherwise the weak tribesmen in the village will suffer a devastating blow.
This is indeed a problem! Everyone looked at each other, unsure of paying attention. Alida also told Qin Hao about those people's concerns.
Qin Hao sneered: "You reply to them! If not... once you are all killed in the battle, the women, elderly, and children in the village will face complete disaster! Your purpose is to protect them, yes,
But if you don’t even protect yourself, how can you protect them? First of all, you must survive and fight with them first. Only when you win the fight can you have the capital to protect the weak in the tribe!"
Alida conveyed Qin Hao's words to those people. The natives lowered their heads and thought for a moment, and finally nodded. It seemed that they agreed with Qin Hao's idea!
In this case, everyone should stop dawdling. If you dawdle for a while longer, it will bring more danger to them! These people retreated towards the villages behind them. Qin Hao said: "You retreat! I will take the rear...
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Alida turned back and glanced at Qin Hao. His mood was really complicated now! He found that this young man was better than himself, indeed better than himself... and he was much stronger, whether it was in terms of command ability or
In terms of personal ability, I am far inferior to him... Maybe, if he marries Fikri and becomes the chief of the tribe, it may make the tribe more powerful...
Thinking of this, he shook his head. Alida was too conflicted and divided now! He not only hoped that Qin Hao would die in battle, but also hoped that Qin Hao could lead them to eliminate all the invaders!
Next to him, an indigenous man pushed him: "Alida! What are you thinking about? Let's go!"
Alida was stunned for a moment, and then he recovered from his tangled thoughts. Everyone hurriedly retreated back.
Fikri saw everyone coming back, but did not see Qin Hao or her father. She took a look from a distance and found that Qin Hao was shooting to stop the intruders! But where was her father?
"Bansotu, where is my father? Did something happen to him? Did something happen to him?" Fikri felt that his world was about to collapse. His mother died early. If something happened to his father, how would he survive?
Well?
Bansuotu quickly comforted Fikri: "It's okay! It's okay! Nothing happened to your father. It's just that we collectively advised him not to participate in the charge. He didn't listen, so we sent three people to fight him.
I took it back with me, and now I am in the village, very safe!"
After hearing this, Fikri felt relieved...
At this time, Qin Hao in front shouted: "You guys move quickly, I won't be able to withstand it here!~" After all, Qin Hao is alone and there are so many people on the other side. In the face of such unfavorable terrain, Qin Hao
How can I withstand the attack of so many opponents?
Amidst the hail of bullets, Qin Hao still risked his life and looked for opportunities to fire a few shots. As long as he had the opportunity to shoot, Qin Hao could knock down one or two soldiers. Those Europeans never imagined that they were just attacking an ordinary small tribe.
, unexpectedly encountered such great resistance! Of course, all this came from that mysterious young man. His marksmanship was extremely accurate, and he seemed to be a master who was proficient in strategic and tactical combat! Many people died just from his gun.
Ten soldiers.
The indigenous people behind him had almost all moved and retreated to the village. Qin Hao knew that it was time for him to retire. He shot an arrogant European guy, and a large cloud of blood mist instantly burst out of the white man's head.
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"Bah! Rubbish... The level of these European soldiers is really not good. They are even special forces. Even our country's militia is better than this..." Qin Hao cursed, took a carbine, and started running all the way. Behind him,
When the soldiers realized that the other party was about to escape, they all shot at Qin Hao. However, the guy ran so fast that no one hit him even once. Soon, the guy slipped away and disappeared...
The indigenous people have all entered the village. The terrain there is complicated, and of course they don't know as much about it as the other people. After all, that is their homeland where they have lived for many years!
But fortunately, they are just small natives. They don't even have guns. Even if they have guns, they don't know how to use them... Of course, as long as the mysterious boy is found and eliminated, these European soldiers believe that sweeping these natives will not be a problem!
"Huh? What is this thing?" The soldiers arrived at the edge of the village and were about to go in. Suddenly, a soldier discovered something.
The next second, the soldier exclaimed: "Oh! No! It's a grenade..."
Boom... the guy who kicked the line didn't know what was going on until he heard the sound of the grenade, but he had already been blown away...
The natives looked at the powerful thing in surprise. Qin Hao just put a small thing on the ground and wrapped it with a thread, and then he could be so powerful? It's too fake...
Most indigenous people have obviously never heard of such things as grenades...