Chapter 317

These skeleton soldiers dressed in helmets and armor lined up like they were about to go on an expedition. They stood in rows and columns on the square at an interval of about two meters.

"My God, why are there so many bones?" the drunkard was a little trembled by so many bodies and quickly drank two mouthfuls of wine to calm himself.

"Be careful, there will be ghosts if there are many corpses. Even if there are no ghosts, you can attract some murderous things." I ordered, took the shotgun tied with a flashlight again, and hung the sky killing crossbow on the backpack to prevent accidents.

With my shotgun, I continued to walk towards the center of the square. Out of curiosity, I lit it with a flashlight and looked closely at several skeletons dressed in metal armor. It is estimated that these were soldiers before they died. After they died, they were made into mummified models and placed here to continue to guard the monarchs before they died.

Just as I looked at one by one, I suddenly found some red spots on one of the shoulder armor. It is reasonable that these armor are made of copper and iron. Even if they are rusty, they are green and black. With this idea, I wiped them with my instructions, and then took them under my nose. I suddenly clattered in my heart. It was blood, and it was just splashed on them, Because it hasn't blackened and solidified yet.

"Drunkard, hurry up and look carefully." I was a little anxious at once. I thought, is brother donkey and Ivan injured?

The bloodstain seemed to drop from the air. I raised the shotgun like a torch and tried to check the traces on it with the tactical flashlight tied under the muzzle. I couldn't find anything in several directions, but when I turned an angle and looked again, the fog in the air flowed, and a great force hit the front end of the shotgun in my hand without warning and flew out, The flashlight was also extinguished on the spot.

I was startled. The thing that came seemed to be alive and very fast. I bent and flew up in the air. I didn't even see the shadow. I only saw the driven fog surging like water.

"Fuck, what?" I scolded in my heart. I rolled and hid at the foot of a terracotta soldier. The drunkard immediately hid himself. The two people dared not go out in the dark and listened to the movement around. I crept to where the gun landed.

When I felt it, the whole toughened glass flashlight lampshade was smashed, the lamp cap changed shape, and the barrel of the flashlight changed shape. To achieve this degree of damage, even if I fall to the wall with enough energy, I may not be able to fall like this. If I hit me this time, I must be killed directly.

After suddenly calming down, the thing just disappeared as if it had never appeared. The psychological pressure brought by darkness is undoubtedly huge. I'm better trained, but the drunkard couldn't help it in a few minutes. I heard some weak voices from there, followed by the flashlight light.

Almost at the same time when the light was on, I felt another surge of fog above my head, almost a subconscious action. I pulled the shield hanging on the waist of the nearby terracotta warriors, got up and threw it out like a Frisbee.

The shield was directly cut on the waist of the terracotta warriors next to the drunkard. These terracotta warriors were reinforced with good wood and used insect repellent drugs, so they could stand here all the time. However, after thousands of years, they have rotted and decomposed very fragile. In the sound of noise, the chopped terracotta Warriors scattered on the spot.

Before the scattered bones and the shield I threw fell to the ground, there was a huge impact sound. This sound was not the broken sound of metal collision, but the dull sound, like a giant with great power pounding the front of the shield with his fist.

"Turn off the flashlight," I shouted to the drunkard, rolling aside myself.

While the light from the drunkard disappeared, a series of clatters came from the place where I had just stayed. Several terracotta warriors were scattered by something. Finally, with the "Hoo" air flow shaking, I fell into silence in the dark again.

Lying on the ground, I paused for a few seconds, climbed over and whispered to tell the drunkard that it was me, touched the shield that blocked the blow for the drunkard, and touched the place where the center of the shield was hit with my hand. I couldn't help but be shocked. The shield that was good just now has a big fist pit. You know, although it is a bit old and belongs to cultural relics, it is really made of fake bronze and is still solid.

For example, even if Ivan, who is good at strength, gives him a large hammer. If he wants to hit such a pit, he will be tired at least and burst into a tiger's mouth.

The drunkard and I sat side by side. They both leaned against a terracotta soldier whose upper body was hit and flew. He also touched the pit in the center of the shield. Although there was no sound, I could obviously feel his body shaking, and I was probably frightened.

Sitting there, I kept thinking, what is attacking us? Will it be a few centimeters in front of me, watching me with great interest, or hovering over my head to see if I want to kill me.

After being attacked twice just now, I generally feel that no matter what it is, it gives priority to the light and then the sound, so as long as you sit here quietly, it should be safe for the time being.

But this raises another question. We are in an ancient tomb. If there is no light, we can't go out at all. Can we just sit here and wait to starve to death.

The drunkard suddenly began to write on my back. It is estimated that he was also aware of the attack law of this thing. The two big men communicated in this very basic way.

He wrote behind my back, "light, sound"

I wrote back: "yes"

"Throw the flashlight out, lead it away, run"

"No, you can't throw it away. There's only one" (I wanted to write on the drunkard's back, but there were too many strokes. Fortunately, the drunkard quickly understood what I meant)

"Fire, run"

This sentence of drunkard reminds me that I have kerosene for ignition in my bag. More importantly, there is a signal gun in my bag.

"Get ready, be careful of the strong light." after I wrote this line, I took out the EFL signal gun from my backpack and pulled the trigger in any direction.

Almost as the signal bomb flew out, I heard a broken wind. Something was drilling the signal bomb, and the speed was not much slower than the signal bomb.

"Let's go," I whispered. The range of this signal gun is more than 60 meters, and the 19mm signal bullet can burn for a while. It should buy us some time.

The drunkard also learned to be good this time. He blocked the light of the flashlight with his hand and ran ahead only according to his feet. I took a round shield from the terracotta warriors and followed him in my hand, ready to deal with the attack from the fog at any time.

But this time I only ran a few tens of meters between these terracotta warriors. The drunkard suddenly stopped without a sound. I didn't have time to stop and hit him directly. The two men almost flew out at the same time.

"What's the situation?" I asked nervously. Now I don't even have a gun in my hand, and I don't know what is attacking us. It's really dangerous.

"In front, there is light" the drunkard pointed with his hand. I looked carefully. There was indeed light coming through in the thick fog, and there was a tendency to strengthen. It seemed that the light source was moving towards me.

The two of them pulled out their swords in their hands. He was holding the three edged army stab. I held the saber instead. The two turned off the flashlight and quietly touched the light source.

With the approach of distance, the intensity of light is also increasing. When I get closer, I can see that it is a person who emits seven or eight flashlight lights all over, moving forward slowly.

Although I can't see the five tubes clearly in the light, I recognize it from my thin body. As soon as I thought of asking, I saw the figure shining all over. He rushed in my direction and sent an "SOS" signal with the flashlight in his hand. I think he heard our voice and contacted us with the flashlight signal.

"He's in trouble." I immediately realized this problem and immediately pulled the drunkard. We hid behind the terracotta warriors and continued to observe the situation.

The man with a flashlight continued to move forward without turning. He passed in front of me and the drunkard. At this time, I was sure that this was brother donkey.

But what surprised me more was that at the moment, his shoulders and waist were wrapped with tape around the flashlight, making him look like a robot. I wanted to laugh at his stupid appearance, but I couldn't laugh at the sight of something tied to his chest and back. It was clearly explosives and detonated wires. Brother donkey at the moment, Was tied up as a human flesh bomb?

In addition to the flashlight and bomb, brother donkey is also equipped with intercom headphones. It seems that someone inside is urging brother donkey to move on.

I immediately understood that brother donkey must have been caught by someone and forced to be used as bait to lead out and kill the thing that attacked me and the drunkard just now.

Brother donkey recognized me. As he continued to move forward, he pulled out the headset with his hand, so that I could hear the content when it was close enough.

Just listen to a vicious voice in the headset saying, "move forward quickly, shit, or we'll kill this stupid foreign devil."

Originally, my heart hung up when I saw brother donkey. When I heard this, I almost mentioned it to my throat. In other words, in addition to brother donkey, Ivan also fell into the other party's hands, and is being used to coerce brother donkey to engage in this bait suicide attack.

"TMD, it's poisonous." the drunkard understood and scolded behind me.

I thought for a moment. At present, it can be said that the time has to be calculated in seconds. The thing has been led away by the signal bomb, but it is estimated that it will fly back soon. At the speed of the thing, such a distance is just a few seconds, so we must dismantle the flashlight and explosives on brother donkey before this

But since the other party is tied like this, it is intentional. I bite the drunkard's flashlight and follow brother donkey behind me