Chapter 21

Boom!

With a loud noise, the grenade exploded without suspense around the three people with Cheng Chong's anger.

The three armed men almost didn't care about struggling, so they fell to the ground. Two of them were badly wounded by grenades on the spot.

Cheng Chong didn't have time to see the situation clearly, but he saw rows of bullets almost rubbing his scalp and shooting at him like a strong wind. The bullets rolled up a heat wave. It really made people's scalp numb and heart tremble.

How fast these bastards react!

Cheng Chong quickly lowered his head to hide, pressed his body close to the ground and lay down in the thick snow without moving. Fortunately, although the enemy has many people, guns and bullets, after all, they are under the three or four meter high river embankment. The bullets they shoot upward from their back do almost zero damage to Cheng Chong.

Nevertheless, Cheng Chong couldn't lie down in the snow as a live target all the time.

fuck! Bully me. I have no bullets. I can't fight back. Cheng Chong bowed his head and retreated slowly to the back, scolding in his heart. He used both hands and feet, and soon backed out for tens of meters.

He knew that the enemy would soon be surrounded from both sides. If he did not retreat, he would be surrounded and beaten.

Sure enough, as Cheng Chong expected, after a while, the gunfire rang out from both sides, and the impact point was still the place where he had just been hidden.

What I didn't say, I had to turn around and run back and head north against the wind. Although the forward speed is very slow, the other party must also shoot at himself against the wind, but when shooting against the wind, his eyes can't open. What about aiming.

Under the protection of night, Cheng Chong stood up and ran north.

But the group of militants were very smart and reacted very quickly. After they vaguely saw Cheng Chong's figure, they immediately changed the direction of pursuit and went straight north along both sides of Cheng Chong. In this way, they can not only save the pursuit distance, but also do not have to shoot against the wind.

And no matter how far Cheng Chong runs forward, as long as he wants to avoid the pursuit, he must slide on both sides. No matter which side he slides, he will hit the muzzle of the gun chasing straight from behind. It's a perfect live target.

The situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to Cheng Chong. Although Cheng Chong runs faster, he has no bullets in his hand and no other weapons. At the moment, he is completely like fish on the chopping board. He can be slaughtered, eaten and manipulated as he wants.

The situation is extremely urgent. If it goes on like this, Cheng Chong will not escape being hit by a bullet.

At the moment, Cheng Chong runs out of breath and feels extremely uncomfortable. What the fuck is this! I was chased like a rabbit all day. I really suffocated.

Cheng Chong was so angry that suddenly a tiger jumped forward and fell down fiercely. Then he rolled and hid behind an earth slope.

Dada... Dada

The bullets were still shooting desperately. The impact points were almost everywhere in every inch of snow around Cheng Chong. Each bullet roared and smashed the snowflakes at the impact point, with a heat wave and a frightening smell of death.

Cheng Chong cat behind the slope for a moment, but the bullets from both sides didn't stop for a moment. What made Cheng Chong confused was that the bullets gradually deviated from the hidden area of Cheng Chong, and the impact point began to extend to the front, and this extension continued all the time without stopping at all.

What's going on? What are these bastards doing?

Cheng Chong was very curious at the beginning, but he bowed his head and thought calmly for a moment, and soon came to the answer.

At night, their sight is blurred, and the other party can't completely see their own figure, so they can't accurately judge where they are hiding. However, they habitually think that they will run straight, so their bullets will move forward in a uniform straight line.

Most of the armed elements who followed did not have their own judgment at all. They only saw the people in front shooting in this direction, and they followed blindly. Psychologically speaking, this is called herding effect, also known as herd effect.

According to this judgment, Cheng Chong can well explain the abnormal phenomenon in front of him.

Since these bastards are sure that they will run forward, why don't they do the opposite and get out of their shell. Thinking of this, Cheng Chong's mouth actually showed a little smile.

Cheng Chong said he would do it. When he turned his head and came, the road crept quietly. At the beginning, he was still crawling low. After moving forward for a certain distance, the chasing enemy had slowly run away. Cheng Chong simply stood up quickly and ran frantically towards the north embankment of the riverbed. The speed was so fast that he was surprised, because it was downwind! Full of power.

Cheng Chong rushed to the north embankment of the riverbed. Due to the excessive speed and poor vision at night, Cheng Chong didn't stop his legs and stepped forward. He fell off the three or four meter high embankment. Fortunately, the snow on the ground was very thick, which played a good buffer effect.

Cheng Chong was also quick and bad. When his legs fell to the ground, he quickly rolled on the ground and his clothes were thick. Therefore, he fell off the three or four meter high river embankment and his body was not hurt at all. It was really very dangerous and lucky.

After landing and rolling, Cheng Chong didn't delay for a moment. He quickly went back. A tumbling cat was under the north embankment of the riverbed, his body was close to the embankment, and his eyes looked around warily, but he was still beating drums and exclaiming: how dangerous! Fortunately, it's not a cliff! Otherwise, uh! No, otherwise

However, Cheng Chong was at least safe at the moment, because even if the militants wanted to break their heads, they would not think that he had returned the same way, and jumped down the river bank three or four meters high and hid under the river bank.

Cheng Chong's guess was completely correct. Gradually, he only heard the sound of gunfire getting smaller and smaller. It can be seen that the militants did not notice any abnormality at all and were still chasing forward in a uniform linear motion.

Finally, nearly half an hour later, the gunfire stopped, and then a series of shouting and scolding were heard. Although the armed elements in chengchongli are far away at the moment, the painstaking north wind helped him deliver the enemy's voice for free.

Seeing that the voice of the group of militants was getting smaller and smaller, Cheng Chong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He got up slowly from under the embankment and looked around vigilantly. He didn't see anything unusual. He then walked to the burning fire. The flame was gradually burning. On the wooden simple barbecue rack, he was also wearing an animal the size of a dog and sheep, which had been roasted beyond recognition and could not be distinguished in the dark.

Cheng Chong can't control so much, no matter what kind of meat it is. At the moment, he is very hungry. It's estimated that he can chew one or two bites even if it's ten spice meat and two legged sheep. He didn't get a grain of rice all day, but he let go of his legs and ran back and forth in the snow, which consumed a lot of energy. At the moment, his eyes almost turned green when he saw such a pile of barbecue. If there were another group of wolves at the moment, I'm afraid he would be mistaken for the same kind.

Cheng Chong doesn't have a dagger on his body. He doesn't care about being gentle when eating barbecue. A large part of the meat on the animal has been eaten, but there is still a lot of meat left in his front legs. Cheng Chong didn't care whether the barbecue was hot or not. He tore off one leg and opened his big mouth to chew it.

When you put the oily roast meat into your mouth, it's delicious. It's beyond words.

Cheng gulped, ate two roast legs, burped, took out his soft leather kettle from his cotton padded clothes, poured a few salivas, and sighed.

After this large-scale supplement, Cheng Chong's physical fitness immediately recovered more than half.

Cheng Chong checked the explosion point of the grenade just now. The three people who were put down by the grenade were carried away by the group of militants, and even the weapons were not left.

Cheng Chong got nothing and was still barehanded.

But now he has had enough to eat and drink, which is completely different from the hunger and cold. Naturally, at this time, he has the strength and confidence to send several enemies to their Allah and God.

Wait for me, bastards!