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Exposed
The two wild dogs leaned forward, their heads stretched out, their necks with moustaches erected, barring their white teeth. Wankang knew that this was a precursor to their attack.
Opposite a little girl about ten years old, staring with horrified eyes, fear made her unable to move, but opened her mouth to call for help.
Wan Kang yelled first, arousing the idea of the wild dog, and then bending over, picked up the stone and threw it over. A wild dog was hit in the right hind leg and screamed. The other one turned around alertly and whimpered fiercely at Wan Kang.
"Come on beast!" Wan Kang opened his arms, trying to attract wild dogs as much as possible.
Unsurprisingly, the wild dog pounced fiercely. Wan Kang had been prepared, squatted down and leaned back, and at the same time stretched out the dagger and struck the wild dog's belly.
In a very cruel scene, the belly of the dingo who leaped over was cut open, and internal organs flowed out. Another wild dog limped and ran away wailing.
At this time, two fast horses flew out from behind an edge of soil not far away. Immediately one of them was the little girl's father, and he heard the call.
The girl who was frightened saw her father burst into tears, but she was comforted and calmed down quickly. She told her father what had just happened.
The girl's father opened his arms in a friendly way and hugged Wankang, but what he said that Wankang didn't understand specifically, it was nothing more than words of thanks.
Wankang was taken to a camp, which was a large nomadic family with a population of more than 20 people. Several of them are employed, one is a Malaysian, and he understands a little Chinese, so he naturally becomes an interpreter.
The appearance of Wankang made them very puzzled, especially when Wankang made a gesture of coming all the way from the south. In their opinion, an unequipped person could not get here. Wan Kang said that it was impossible because someone behind him had no choice but to chase him down.
The girl's father learned about the situation and did not stay in Wankang accommodation. He gave a horse and prepared food for a few days, so he continued on his way, saying that no beasts would appear until the foot of the mountain.
It was getting dark for two hours. The assassin who was tracking arrived here too, and the bonfire in the nomad camp was too conspicuous.
"Please stay and rest." The girl's father knew that these were the people who chased and killed Wan Kang, he sent out an invitation, hoping to delay their time.
"Have you seen a young Asian?" asked a language-speaking killer.
"You can say yes, or you can say no." The girl's father knew, and they wouldn't believe it too much if he said no.
"What do you mean?"
"He passed by here, only one person." The girl's father pointed to the rear, "I don't know which way to go, but it's all the same, because he will die at night. Even if there is no wolf, the wild dog will take him. Although he stole one of our horses, it was useless."
The Chinese big man decided to stay overnight, he didn't want to get the wrong direction.
The camp was very lively tonight. The girl’s father was gassing a blazing bonfire. Everyone had a chance to dance and drink.
The killers were very cautious and set up a campfire to sit around. They needed to rest.
The girl's father asked Le to pull up the cheerful violin and came over to invite the killers to join the dancing team. Maybe it's been a long time, but you really need to relax. The killers walked over with their wine bags. The Chinese man did not move. He sat by the fire to rest. Now as the leader of the team, he must maintain a clear mind and plenty of physical strength.
A young woman walked up to the big Chinese man and invited him with a smile. The Chinese man shook his head. The woman danced around the big man. In the end, the big man couldn't help being kind, got up and joined the lively dance team with the woman.
The camp was quiet until midnight. The killers fell asleep, alcohol and lack of physical strength made them unable to bear the sleepiness.
The sun rose on Lao Gao the next day, and the killers woke up and hurriedly got up and left. They exchanged camels for horses with the girl's father.
The horse runs fast. In the afternoon, when the killers rushed to the foot of the mountain, they did not see the shadow of Wan Kang.
"He should go up the mountain." Someone said.
The Chinese man looked at the snow-filled mountain on the top of the mountain, "I think we should catch up. That kid is alone, he can't go far."
The mountain started to be very gentle, and there was only one way to go up on horseback. The killers rode on their horses. They would not worry too much about the beasts. Compared with the Gobi Desert, this mountain is safer. Even if he is worried, there is still resistance in front of him, at least he is a pathfinder. The only thing they have to do is to hunt down the trail.
Above half a mountain, the temperature began to drop, and there were snow trails underneath. When I looked up, the mountain with thick snow was just above my head.
Until it was unable to cover up his deeds, Wan Kang could only increase his speed and try to keep the distance between him and the killer as far as possible.
Unfortunately, when approaching the top of the mountain, the horseshoe sank into a narrow crack in the stone. After a cry, the horse was abandoned, and only cold and death awaited it.
He couldn't take care of all this, he patted the horse's head, trying to comfort this companion who accompanied him on the mountain. Wan Kang saw the horse shed tears, maybe it wanted to die sooner, maybe it still had some dignity.
The sharpened dagger was cut off the horse's neck. A puddle of dark red blood and snow gradually spread under the horse.
Time can't be wasted, Wan Kang sprinkled a few handfuls of snow on the horse as a burial, and then dashed up the mountain.
This is something that feels consuming physical energy. When Wan Kang climbed to the top of the mountain, he felt almost collapsed. The cold and hunger made him a little faint, and he had to replenish some energy.
After finding a stone, Wan Kang wiped the thick snow with a dry branch and sat down.
On the other side of the mountain is another scene, which should be the border of Syria. Maybe it will be much better there, at least you can go to the Chinese embassy in Syria for help.
However, the situation does not seem to be as simple as imagined. With the current state, equipment, and supplies, it is unlikely to go down the mountain on foot.
Fortunately, I saved the little girl and obtained a lot of useful things from her father, such as matches. You must know that on such a snow-capped mountain, the absence of fire is almost a declaration of death.
However, burning fire easily exposes the target. Wan Kang is very clear that the few killers waiting for millions of dollars behind them are all suffocating.
There is no choice but to move forward. Wankang struggled down the mountain with the heat.
The snow squeaked under his feet, which reminded Wan Kang of the scene of playing in the snow when he was young. It was the distant yesterday. Now, behind him are a group of desperadoes, which makes Wan Kang a hint of irritation in his sadness.
Anger makes people lack of thinking, and it is no different from beasts. Wankang suddenly felt that blindly running away seemed to be no way, and killing them one by one was the way out.
Snow fluttered sparsely in the sky, Wan Kang touched the cold dagger at his waist, and he felt the heat. This heat seemed to be transmitted after it penetrated the enemy's body.
Wankang felt that it was a good place to bury the killer in a recessed area full of trees. By inference, Wankang felt that the killers should meet that nomadic family, and it was natural to get a few good horses. And their luck won't be as bad as his, and they should be tracking them on horseback.
Soon, they will be able to catch up.
Wan Kang lit a fire with dead branches, and he also needs to eat a big meal to replenish his stamina. There is not much dried venison from the father of the little girl. Wankang took out half and slowly roasted it over the fire. Although it was dried meat, it would still be much softer after roasting. The small kettle was filled with snow and burned on the fire, before it became hot. This is the first mouthful of hot water in two or three days.
Venison is a good thing, especially after being heated, it tastes mellow into the spleen. Wan Kang chewed for five or six yuan, and drank half a pot of water, which was uncomfortable.
The fire is very busy, and some of the dry pine branches have a lot of pine resin, which is very helpful for burning. Wan Kang ate and drank, his body was warm, he wondered when the killers would arrive.
Sometimes it's good to take the initiative to control the situation. Wan Kang chopped a few wet branches and put them on the fire. Soon, thick smoke started to rise.
Wankang retreated quickly and walked backwards, brushing away the footprints with the branches, leaving no footprints. Stopped about a hundred meters away, hiding behind a rock not far away. Behind the rock is a small cluster of dense pine trees, if the killers find it, you can get in to avoid danger.
About ten minutes later, Wankang heard a horse barking. As expected, the killers chased after the smoke.
Considering that the killers had guns in their hands, Wan Kang didn't dare to care at all. He just made a few throwing guns with branches to make a sneak attack when the killers were not paying attention. Even if it is successful. On such a high mountain, if an injured person is not carefully taken care of, it is similar to death. As for these assassins, they all have their own intentions, even regardless of the life or death of their comrades, anyway, as long as the task is completed and they are still alive.
The killers arrived. Four people, headed by the Chinese man, slowly moved forward with guns in their hands. There was another man, leading a horse far behind.
Getting closer to the smoking fire, the Chinese man made a distracting gesture, and several people quickly spread out, forming a semicircle and outflanking the fire.
When he got closer, a killer knelt down to check the traces, saying that it was not long before the person left, at most half an hour. The big Chinese man looked around, "Let's not separate for the time being. That kid dared to make such a big move to attract us, which shows that he is prepared and is careful to ambush."
"He shouldn't have weapons, what are we afraid of."
"In such an environment, having a gun does not necessarily give you an advantage." The Chinese man said, "Let's wait a minute, we'll talk about it when the horse arrives. Anyway, that kid didn't go far."
At this time, there was a scream behind him, and the guy leading the horse had been stabbed by Wan Kang with a branch throwing spear. That was a great opportunity. One person led several horses unpreparedly, and it was impossible for Wankang to miss the opportunity.
The Chinese man led the people back quickly, and a blood hole was pierced in the thigh of the assassin who led the horse.
"There!" The assassin held his thigh and pointed at the back of the boulder.
Wan Kang had already evacuated to the dense forest, but he was wrong. The snow-covered slope was not as good as expected, and he stumbled and ran without speed.
The Chinese man led his people to the boulder and saw Wankang on the edge of the dense forest.
"Well, let that kid get another leg!" The Chinese man raised his gun.