Chapter 209

Although they can't arm themselves with sophisticated equipment like them, they can't wait to die anyway. It's not that they don't make what they can find by using the existing conditions. Knife is one of the most primitive weapons of mankind, and it is also best made. If it can be made of stone, metal will be better. In less than an hour, it may only be enough for a leisurely nap or a cup of coffee in urban life, but for a person like me who has been trained and rolled on the line of life and death for many years, there are a lot of things I can do. I can change from an unarmed man to a knife wielding gangster.

First, he found a wooden box and kicked it into pieces. He threw it together with several pieces of broken cotton yarn used to wipe the machine. Andre found a long wooden strip and put it on a wider wooden board. He clamped the wooden strip in the palms of his hands and began to rub his palms wildly, driving the wooden strip in his hands to rotate back and forth. I took a nail from a wooden box and made a small pile of wood debris drilled by Andre at the friction point between the two pieces of wood. The temperature will gradually rise. When smoke comes, I throw it on the cotton yarn and cover it. When I blow it with my mouth, it will probably ignite the cotton yarn or dry grass. This is one of the standard courses in the field survival of the army - drilling wood for fire.

Seeing that Andre summoned up his strength, his hands moved fast and the frequency was stable, and there was no problem with his technique and angle. It was estimated that the fire would burn in a few minutes. I immediately started to look around the metal junk in the factory. Finally, I found an iron scaffold that was so rusty that the solder joints were poorly connected. I smashed and kicked several iron bars about 5cm wide and 30cm long from above. I weighed them twice in my hand, which was full of weight, a bit like the iron ruler used in fighting in the past.

Running back to the place where the fire was made, a lot of fire had been burning. Andre built up all three directions with stones, which was conducive to heat concentration. We each used two wooden boards as tongs, holding rusty thick iron bars, stuffed the front half into the fire and threw firewood in. They took turns to find wooden boxes to burn, and the fire became more and more prosperous. Fifteen minutes had passed, and half of the iron bar was red with fire. Immediately clamp it out and put it on a flat concrete pier. Both of them swung their arms round and smashed it like a blacksmith.

Our requirements are not high, and we don't expect to create something like a general Mo Xie by miracles in such a short time. Even a standard Sabre is impossible. We can only smash one end of each iron bar into an arc knife tip, and smash a 15 cm long serrated blade on one side. In addition, the iron bar itself is not light. After it is done well, there is an additional local weapon integrating the functions of binding, cutting, chipping, smashing and sawing, which has made a little progress in combat effectiveness.

After smashing for 10 minutes, Andre finally looked like a knife. Andre found an iron bucket with a little water leakage. He came back with a bucket of water all the way. He immediately stuffed the iron bar into it to cool down. He rubbed hard on the cement pier to sharpen the knife tip and blade. Finally, he wrapped the part held in his hand with rags, a "knife" that he disdained to use even in a fight Even if the production is successful.

I estimated the time in my heart. It has been almost 35 minutes. I use a red iron plate to iron the anti-skid lines on the sole, so that there will be no obvious footprints and it will be difficult for the other party to track. At the entrance of the factory, several machine gun fortifications were built with sacks of earth, which should be used for training offensive and defensive warfare. Two sacks were pulled down from the top layer, the rope was opened with a knife, the soil inside was emptied, and the sacks were cut and draped over our bodies to cover up our brightly colored prisoner clothes.

In order to facilitate the pursuit of prisoners after they escape, this kind of clothes uses a very conspicuous orange, and a layer of gunny bag is covered outside the clothes, which can play the role of camouflage color. It was almost time for war. Andre wanted to put out the fire and was stopped by me. I said to him, "throw the unburned wood around and onto something that can burn. They must have someone with thermal imaging and have to make it fail."

Andre nodded and said: "That's a good idea, but there's a problem. You'd better pay attention to it. From the perspective of criminal psychology, the criminal roots of arsonists and rapists are the same. They all want to show their strength and control. You'd better find a psychologist when you have time, so as not to commit any crime in the future. You know that rapists are always the most abused and discriminated against in prisons in any country."

I rolled my eyes and scolded: "How could I do such a thing? Besides, I was forced to set fire this time. Well, either you cops are the most boring and look like criminals. It's more terrible to know psychology. You talk to anyone and say that you have psychological problems, either obsessive-compulsive disorder or childhood shadow. What about you, these two kinds account for both. They are cops and know psychology, so they hate the most."

After a few jokes, the atmosphere between the two people seemed more harmonious. After all, they had to face the enemy together. Let Andre guard below. I climbed up the maintenance ladder of a large oil storage tank in the middle of the factory. I poked my head out along a gap and looked at the entrance from a distance. The team of hunters had come on stage with all kinds of weapons. But It could be that this time it was a hunt for two people, so there were twice as many staff accompanying the hunters, all wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. At the front was a row of more than 20 guys armed to the teeth, and then the search formation was moving forward slowly, followed by more than 30 masked hunters, and the last were people like judges and doctors.

Looking at this posture, I felt like a group of princes and nobles came out to hunt with a large number of dog legs. I patted myself on the head and thought that's not the case. In history, people all over the world often shot slaves or prisoners of war as prey for fun. It seems to be very common in the Yuan Dynasty of China. This poor bad root in human nature has not changed for thousands of years. No matter how advanced science and technology is, it is useless. Psychopaths will use various ways to become abnormal.

I wanted to step back slowly and send a signal to Andre lying under the oil tank. Unexpectedly, he was found by a guy with M14 in the distance as soon as he moved. He immediately locked me on the sight and would shoot as soon as he turned the muzzle.

As soon as I saw the angle of his gun, I knew he had been found. I quickly retracted my head. A bullet "Dang" hit the valve on the top of the oil tank, followed by the echo of the gun in the hunting ground.

"Shit, the princes and nobles in the new era seem to be a little stronger than those in the past." while scolding me, I slid down the ladder behind the oil tank. This gun gave me a new understanding of the combat effectiveness of these "hunters".

"There are too many of them, so they must be scattered. Choose one from the left or the right, take them around, throw them off and meet in the building." I pointed to a low building behind me.

"I'm left-handed. The left is more auspicious to me." then Andre turned and ran to the left.

"Well, I wish you good luck." then I began to run to the right, praying that I could survive in the next hunting.

On the right side is the terrain of a field tunnel. The outermost layer is a fortification made of sandbags, and then inward is a chest high trench. I don't know whether it was to increase the similarity with the real environment or where the water pipe burst. Anyway, knee deep water and mud accumulated in the trench. Driven by bullets, I jumped in directly, picked up the mud and smeared the sleeves and some on my face. While smearing, I thought that I would really become a "muddy monkey" today.

Hide in the ditch and look out. The other party is really divided into two teams to chase me and Andre respectively. About 30 people are followed behind my ass. half of the hunters and half of the people in the club have rushed to the front. The people in the club are holding AK in the back. After all, people spend money to make people happy.

After catching up, these people also began to search for the traces left by me. Some even jumped into the ditch and stabbed in the mud with AK with bayonet. From the corner of the trench, I looked at the situation with a knife and found that there was no chance to do it. Each of them was wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. Besides, even if I could kill one with a flying knife, the rest would immediately rush up and kill me. So while these people were searching in the front rows of trenches, I got out and started running again.

A guy with a shotgun at the other side immediately found me. Without saying a word, he raised his hand. However, he was too far away to shoot accurately. He only punched several holes in my sack like a Batman. Other people's long and short guns and arrows shot from the crossbow also followed up. A three edged crossbow and arrow swirled in my ear and just made a blood hole in my face.

Under the threat of death, I ran so fast that I couldn't deal with the wound. I came to a place under the trench area. This is the terrain of the warehouse and there are many places for Tibetans. But once hidden, there is no possibility of further transfer, so from the blood stains on the walls and corners, there are a lot of people killed here. I deliberately run around and rub around, throwing mud everywhere, which will attract some of them to search here and reduce my pressure.

After running out of the warehouse, I plunged into a round pipe. This place is a simulated sewer system composed of several layers of grid pipes. It should be a place for special forces to practice infiltration assault. There is also a lot of water under the ground. The main roads can let people walk upright, and most places rely on crawling.

After climbing the first paragraph, I knew that I should be able to deal with the enemy here, because the line of sight here is very limited, and the other party can't play even if there are a large number of people. After climbing for a while, the light of flashlight came from many places behind. They all drilled in with tactical flashlight. From the flashlight light, there are not many people, only four or five people. According to their experience, most of the "prey" will hide in a corner of the warehouse and shiver to death, so more people may stay there to search for my traces.

I stopped at a pipeline intersection in the northeast corner. It was a cross. There was a lot of mud at the intersection. I took off my sack and threw it on it. I dug several handfuls of mud and buried most of the sack, deliberately leaving a place exposed. After doing these, I straightened my hands and feet and stuck myself on the cross interface.

Along the climbing field and a slight gasp, someone followed. When the flashlight crossed the sack, the man shot. He must think I was lying in the mud trying to attack him.

The gunfire was particularly loud in this closed space, which made my ears ring. After a few shots, the guy poked his head out and poked the sack with the bayonet on the gun. Taking this opportunity, I loosened my hands and feet, pointed the right knife at the gap in his helmet behind his neck, and stabbed it fiercely with the force of his body falling.

The moment I let go, the man seemed alert and turned his head fiercely. So my knife didn't hit directly, but I took the opportunity of his side head to clamp his neck with both hands and pull it down into the mud.

They immediately rolled into a ball in the mud. There was a heavy smell of smoke on his body. He tried to reach out and jam my throat several times. But I was covered with mud and slippery, so he didn't succeed. I grabbed the outer edge of his helmet with my left hand, squeezed his rifle with my body, and stabbed it along the edge of his helmet with a knife in my right hand. No matter what, I turned my wrist and cut it indiscriminately. I don't know what I cut, but there must be an artery, because the warm blood sprayed my head and face with a fishy smell.

Despite my nausea, I stabbed him twice to make sure he was dead. I told myself that if I wanted to go out alive in this abnormal place, I had to be more cruel and abnormal than these people.

After pulling his assault rifle, I pulled off his helmet and mask. Regardless of other things, I immediately climbed out along the East pipe. While climbing, I put on my mask and helmet, and wiped the mud from the facial wound. When I wiped my hand, a lot of sediment was wiped into the wound. The pain made my whole body soft, and I prayed in my heart not to be infected.

At the exit, a club thug in camouflage clothes was guarding here. When he heard something, he immediately pointed his gun at the exit. If I hesitated or returned at this time, they would shoot immediately, but I put my head out without any hesitation.

As all the customers in the club were wearing masks, the thug eased his expression when he saw me and asked me something in Russian. I didn't understand at all, but I nodded along with his question. Unexpectedly, the man became excited immediately and shouted wildly when he grabbed the radio.