The gunsmith asked: "Can you still run now? Are you anesthetized or have your legs injured?"
John's eyes widened and he replied somewhat dullly: "No... no problem, it's just that I haven't eaten or drank for nearly two days. I don't think I can run very fast, and I can't run far."
"That doesn't matter, as long as you can run." The gunsmith pointed in a direction: "When I open the cage later, you can go that way."
"Hey, man, if you can really get us out of the cage, I suggest you escape in another direction, such as over there." He pointed in another direction: "I have been locked up here for two days, and I have been looking for opportunities to escape. , According to my observation, the direction you are pointing to is the road most commonly used by these natives, and the direction I am pointing to is a dead end, and I have not seen anyone go there in the past two days."
The gunsmith said: "Yes, I know that. There are waist-high pennisetum growing there, and the shape of the buildings also shows that almost no one goes there." He stretched out a hand and grabbed the wooden fence beside him: "So If you don't run far in that direction, you're likely to encounter a swamp or a cliff."
John thought for a while and then continued: "And the path they take most often is usually the direction they go to get water or hunt. That must be the way to survive!"
The gunsmith said: "That's right."
"What are you doing?" John saw the gunsmith holding the wooden fence with both hands as he spoke, "You are not trying to break such a thick piece of wood with brute force, are you?"
The gunsmith replied: "It's not impossible, but it's very laborious and the movement is too loud. I have a better way." As he spoke, the wooden fence in contact with his palm suddenly turned into sand and scattered to the ground.
John was surprised: "How did you do it? Magic? Magic?"
The gunsmith said: "To explain it in words you can understand immediately, it is super power."
"Are there really superpowers in this world? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." John said.
"It's not a great thing. Magic still needs to be learned, but superpowers are innate. Of course, the use of both requires the user to work hard." The gunsmith said, and stretched out his hand to another Genmu Fence: "My ability is named 'alchemy' by eas. Any object without consciousness can be transformed like this, even seawater can be turned into diamonds." "
John felt that these words were a bit out of context. Let alone what the hell Eas is, no one would easily believe that turning water into diamonds: "Man, you are exaggerating. Turn wood into sand." It's the same thing, but to change it..."
Before he finished speaking, the gunsmith had already destroyed the second wooden fence and interrupted directly: "To put it bluntly, it's just carbon... By the way, carbon can also burn fire and keep warm." He is not arrogant, but he has a passion for money. Different understanding.
John said: "Diamonds control women, women control men, and men control the world."
The gunsmith smiled noncommittally and brought the topic back to his own ability: "The further the difference in properties and structure of the converted material molecules is, the more time and energy I need will double. I once tried to convert a It took a full forty minutes to turn the shoe into a watch. And I had to know the internal structure of the watch clearly, otherwise it would just turn into a toy that looks exactly like the real watch but has no markings at all." He said. He took a long breath, and it seemed that just turning these two pieces of wood into sand was quite laborious: "With that kind of time, I can make four watches by myself, but I can't use shoes as raw materials."
The two natives guarding them not far away turned around and glanced into the cage. The gunsmith's body could just block the two wooden fences that had disappeared in the middle.
The two natives chatted for a few words and then walked towards the cage. It seemed that they had noticed something strange.
The gunsmith tried his best to lower his voice and said in a calm tone: "John, can you get out of this width?"
John knew that the situation was imminent at this moment. Although he was weak, he still managed to gather his energy and replied, "I can do it at any time."
The gunsmith said: "They are obviously preparing a campfire dinner, and their defense is relatively lax. I will take care of these two in front of me. Get out now, run in the direction I point, and run as fast as you want. I will keep up." You are also responsible for breaking up the rear. I still have plenty of energy, so don't look back, just run away. Even if you hear the sound of me falling to the ground after being hit by a poison dart, don't try to come back to save me."
John saw the two indigenous guards getting closer and closer. He gritted his teeth and replied: "Man, I don't know how to thank you. Before I met you, I thought my life was gone. If I can still live and return to civilization, World, I must write a book or make a movie about your heroic deeds.”
The gunsmith said: "Okay, I'm not dead yet..."
While they were talking, the two natives had already walked up to the cage. Due to the angle, they could not see clearly before, but at this moment, the gap in the back that could pass through could no longer be covered. Their expressions suddenly changed, and they were talking to each other in Aboriginal language, and their voices became louder and louder.
The gunsmith's bone gun instantly slipped into his hand, but he did not fire. Instead, he took out two tooth-shaped pointed bones from the body of the bone gun with one hand, and clamped the two bones on both sides of his middle finger. Before the two natives could react, the gunsmith took action at lightning speed.
The two guards fell to the ground, clutching their throats in pain. Their throats had been hit by bones and teeth. Even though they could still struggle a few times on the ground, they could not make a sound.
John was so stunned that he forgot to run away. The gunsmith turned around and said, "Hey, don't be stunned. You will be discovered soon."
Only then did John stop being in a daze, got out of the cage, ducked down, and took advantage of the cover of a few thatched houses to rush towards the planned escape direction.
The gunsmith also followed him out of the cage. As he passed by, he glanced down at the two cannibal natives who were not completely dead on the ground: "Don't look at me like that. You also stuck two darts in my neck. This is very dangerous." fair."
As soon as John and the gunsmith ran a hundred meters away, something strange was discovered on the cage side, and then their figures also fell into the sight of the cannibals.
So, in this tribe where communication basically relies on roaring, the roaring sounded. Dozens of adult men picked up spears and blow darts, quickly gathered, and began to hunt down the escaping dinner.
As the saying goes, John escaped from the village in the direction pointed by the gunsmith, but after entering the jungle, he immediately became confused. He crawled into the woods and climbed over the slopes. In addition, he had not entered the water or rice for two days. , and it didn’t take long for it to slow down.
The poor explorer was obviously frightened by the cannibals. He couldn't run anymore, so he used his hands and feet to roll and crawl. His fear and survival instinct told him that he couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would be skinned and broken. There is no whole body in death.
The gunsmith is completely different from him. For example, when playing So-and-so Wushuang, we can often see a general with a popular face coming out of nowhere and saying, "Let me start with the basics of the art of war." teach you". If you spend five seconds to overturn him, he will immediately say, "Retreating is also a type of warfare."
Although it is a bit funny, this dialogue is essentially correct. Retreat and retreat are two different concepts. The former is to fight while retreating in an orderly manner, while the latter is to throw down the armor and flee.
The gunsmith knew that if he was like John, there would be no chance of escaping pursuit. Although he still has one last plan, which is to consider killing all the people who are chasing him, but that also involves risks. Even if he was prepared this time, the cannibals were so numerous that if one of them was hit by a blow dart, it would be a doomed situation for them.
Therefore, the gunsmith was not in a hurry to chase John. He deliberately slowed down and used stones and other hard objects that he picked up casually to beat the cannibals who were chasing closest and furthest to their heads. This will act as a psychological deterrent, making the other party fearful and slowing down the pace of the entire group.
In addition, the gunsmith is also responsible for erasing the footprints left by John and creating some false trails to lead the tracker in the wrong direction. When the pursuers were blocked by the gunsmith and gradually pulled away, the gunsmith began to do this. John's footprints are unique and easy to forge. The footprints are heavy and scattered, and there are also traces of handprints or elbows on the ground mixed in...
About an hour later, the sky was getting dark, and the cannibal tribe had been fooled by the gunsmith to the point that they were almost lost in their own land. At this time, John finally stopped and lay down on the ground. He really couldn't move. Half a point.
His breathing was intermittent, his face was pale, and there was a sudden churning in his stomach, which made him vomit all over the floor, but he didn't even have the strength to support his upper body, so he could only let his face stick to the vomit-filled There was nothing on the muddy ground, but it was just some gastric juice. His belly was already empty, without any food.
It only took a few minutes for the gunsmith to catch up. He walked over and said, "Don't worry, they were thrown away. It's impossible to catch up in a short time. You look terrible. You need to rest for a while."
When John heard this, he was not completely relieved, but at least he relaxed a little. When his breathing gradually stabilized, he had the strength to turn over and sit up: "Huh... man... I didn't expect that I could still leave that village alive."
The gunsmith took out a homemade ignition device from his pocket and handed it to John: "This can light a fire. You have to get up and walk a few more steps. There is a cave over there. Go to the cave to light a fire. I will get some for you. You need food and clean water, otherwise you will die before the cannibals catch up."
"Thank you... Charles, without you, it would be impossible for me to escape."
"I'm also saving myself. It's a piece of cake to take you with me. You don't have to take it too seriously." The gunsmith didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand and went into the forest alone to find food.