The old man from Wan family and the old leader stood quietly in the dim courtyard. Each of them had a very serious expression on their faces. Shanhua nervously held Wen Meng's left arm tightly, and her two big eyes flashed.
With a look of horror.
From the beginning of the night, the old man from the Wan family and the old leader had already arrived in the yard and stared quietly at Lingxiu Mountain in the distance. The gunfire and explosions came one after another, like a
The drumsticks that were heavy were hitting hard in the hearts of several people. The old leader and Xie Chao wanted to lift their feet to walk down the mountain several times, but were pulled back by the old man of the Wan family and Wen Meng.
A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the old leader, and his seemingly thin body emitted a stream of cold air. Wen Meng and others unconsciously took a few steps back, and the cold air combined with
The already cold temperature in the mountains made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.
The old man from Wan family stared at the mountains in the distance for a while, and turned his head to look at the old leader. He saw that he was like Xie Chao and Shanhua behind him, with a nervous look on his face. The old man grinned.
He laughed and whispered: "Old brother, if you have my grandson and the others there, don't worry, your Lingxiu Mountain treasure will never be taken away by those bastards."
The old man comforted the old leader, but his eyes looked at Lingxiu Mountain again, and a look of worry was revealed in his eyes. Wan Lin and his men had excellent skills in killing enemies, but there was a battlefield where guns and bullets were raining.
Ah, no one can guarantee that the flying bullets will avoid their disciples with eyes.
It was early spring, and the temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was very large. When a mountain wind blew, several people felt a chill. The old man from Wan family turned his head to look around and saw that the mountain flowers that were tightly holding Wen Meng were already cold.
The wind was shaking slightly, and the cold and nervousness made the little girl's face turn pale. The old man from Wan family shook his head gently, knowing that Shanhua has no internal strength and it is difficult to resist the wind and cold at night in such a cold night.
He reached out to grab the old leader's arm and comforted him, "Old brother, it's no big deal! Aren't you just a few bastards? You can't run away from them! Haha, it seems that we can't sleep tonight. Let's go back to the house.
, Let me tell you how my disciples dealt with these bastards when they came to my hometown to attack, and they saw that the little Shanhua was trembling with cold. Shanhua, let's go back to the house, listen to grandpa.
You tell stories”.
The old man said, pulling the old leader and walking towards the wooden house with a fire behind him. Xie Chao and Shanhua looked deep at the other side of the lake, turned around and followed him, while walking, turning their heads towards Lingxiu Mountain.
Looking in the direction, there was still a look of worry in my eyes.
As Shanhua walked, she held Wen Meng's arm tightly with her little hands, while Xie Chao's right hand kept holding the hilt of the military dagger on her waist, and cold lights were emitting in her eyes. Xie Chao was from Lingxiu Sect.
The young leader, there are many disciples and the treasure in their sect on Lingxiu Mountain, but he is far away from the lake at this time. No wonder he seems so nervous.
Wen Meng was pulled to the door by Shanhua, and then whispered to Shanhua: "You go into the house and listen to Grandpa Wan telling stories, I'll take a look here." As he said that, he gently pushed the nervous mountainhua into the house.
She knew that grandpa was uneasy when the old leader was at ease, so she wanted to pull them into the house and tell the story of Leopard Head and their killing of the enemy, diverting their attention. At the same time, it also relieved the old man's own nervous mood. Now she
The relatives were fighting with the enemy in the sound of gunfire and explosions, and everyone felt nervous and anxious.
The old man from Wan family walked into the wooden house, turned his head to look at Wen Meng standing outside the house, and kindly reminded: "Girl, the wind in the mountains is hard, come in later." Wen Meng quickly agreed, and then gently pulled the door.
Up, he walked towards the edge of the yard with a sniper rifle, staring at the fire that flashed from time to time in the distance, and looked worried.
At this time, Wen Meng's mood was indeed very complicated. A group of comrades are fighting on the fierce battlefield now, but she has become a bystander standing in the distant mountains, which makes her a sniper with extremely stable psychological qualities produce.
There were waves of anxiety. She wanted to ask the microphone about the situation ahead of her battle, but then she suppressed the desire in her heart and gave up asking.
In fact, she also knew in her heart that the courage on her shoulders was not easy. Once the enemy appeared at the martial arts conference venue with thousands of people at the foot of the mountain, it might cause harm to these civilians. At that time, she would have to bear to protect so many civilians alone.
The responsibility and the burden on your shoulders are not at all easy.
Although there are two martial arts masters who are the best in the world, here, the opponent is a gangster holding modern weapons. Once they are desperate to use powerful weapons, it is difficult for them to stop them with simple martial arts.
At this time, the entire mountain was shrouded in the dim moonlight, and the crescent moon in the air had already hung obliquely in the air. A breeze with cold air blew across the mountains, waving the bamboo forest in front of the hunter's courtyard.
It made a slight "swinging" sound.
Wen Meng stood alone in the dim hunter courtyard, her big eyes flashed with a crystal light, and she looked at the fire that flashed from time to time on Lingxiu Mountain in the distance without blinking.
The fires illuminated in the wooden house behind her passed through the window frame, making the front of the house look light and dark. Inside the house, grandfather was slowly telling the story of Yamaguchi mercenaries sending two teams of mercenaries to his hometown to take revenge.
The old man's voice was sometimes low and sometimes high. The tone was mixed with the sound of spring water slowly flowing down the side of the hunter's courtyard, just like the long drum sounds echoing in the gurgling spring water in the middle of the night, which seemed very distant.
Wen Meng looked at the dark mountains in the distance, holding the long sniper rifle in her hands tightly. She wanted to go to the fierce battlefield in the distance, and felt heavy for her courage. She focused on her eyes and stared at the distance.
While listening to the headphones in his ear holes, he was afraid that he would miss the call of the leopard head.
The steps of time slowly move forward in the darkness. It was already past three o'clock in the evening. The crescent moon in the night sky had risen above Lingxiu Lake, and the stars in the sky hung high in the night sky.
A light silver light flashed.
The wide lake at the foot of the mountain reflects the starlight, and the crescent moon in the sky is reflected in the middle of the lake, and the calm lake water is rippling with the breeze. The high crescent moon and stars seem to solidify in the night sky without moving.
The reflection on the water surface seemed to be flowing with a ripples.
Scattered gunshots still sounded from time to time on Lingxiu Mountain, and occasionally one or two violent explosions sounded. The bursting fires illuminated the dark night sky with a flash of red light.