Over the years of birth and death, A Chong is unusually sensitive to things around him. Although the inside and outside of the tent were still quiet, A Chong faintly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a bit unusual.
Intuition told him: Someone is approaching!
A Chong lightly picked up the blazing iron rod on the ground.
The tent door was suddenly opened, a cloud of snowflakes wrapped a figure rolled in, and swiftly slammed into A Chong.
A Chong quickly retreated sideways, avoiding the offensive.
As soon as the man got close, he showed the dog-leg scimitar in his hand, cutting, slashing, and stabbing, all of which were directed at A Chong's vitals.
In the narrow space, the iron rod in A Chong's hand couldn't be used at all, and he could only barely use it to protect himself, and was slowly forced to the corner of the tent by the Gurkha mercenaries.
The Gurkha mercenary could not attack for a long time, and his heart began to irritate. When he inadvertently was struck by an iron brace in his wrist, the force was not light. The Gurkha mercenary's wrist bones seemed to be knocked off, grinning with pain and dog legs. The scimitar also fell to the ground.
Unexpectedly, this man was so brave. After suffering a big loss, he couldn't advance and retreat. With a murmur, he fit and rushed forward and slammed Ah into the tent. A Chong kicked him in the lower abdomen, and the man staggered back, clutching his stomach.
A Chong was about to get up, with a sudden sneer behind his back, a sharp blade pierced the thick yurt and directly penetrated the leather jacket on his shoulder.
A Chong turned the iron brace upside down, thrusting his backhand back in a hurry, only to hear a muffled grunt outside, and the attacker seemed to be stabbed by him.
This sudden knife gave the Gurkha mercenary who broke into the tent a breathing opportunity. He endured the sharp pain in his lower abdomen, picked up the scimitar next to him with his other hand, and held it high towards A Chong.
"boom"
With a deafening gunshot, a cluster of blood blooms on the head of the Gurkha mercenary, and half of his head has been blown away. The body still maintained the posture of raising the knife, and it took half a second to stiff before falling down.
Timur stood there majesticly with a shotgun. Nodded to A Chong.
Suddenly, Achong heard a slight sound of a gun bolt in his ears. Knowing that he was not good, he rushed to Timur, and pulled him down, took the **** Ajislan down, and attached the bed board to the mattress. Covered on the three of them.
Almost at the same time, a burst of "pop, pop, pop, pop" bursts of gunfire sounded, dozens of bullet holes were punched in the yurt, sawdust from the pillars in the tent were flying, and the kettle on the stove was also punched through. , The hot water was sprinkled on the charcoal fire, and there was a burst of smoke.
Judging from the gunshots, there should be two people on the left and one on the right, standing at an oblique angle and shooting into the tent.
"27, 28, 29..." A Chong counted the gunshots silently in his heart. Just after the 30th shot, A Chong lifted the bed board on his body and rushed out of the tent like lightning.
The Gurkha mercenary who was changing their magazines outside the tent froze for a moment, and the dog-leg scimitar in A Chong's hand had already flew towards his front door. The Gurkha mercenary's head tilted, and the scimitar flew past his face.
A Chong missed a hit and retreated sharply, rushing to the Gurkha mercenary on the other side of the tent.
The Gurkha mercenary behind him had a blood stain on his abdomen. It must be the person who was stabbed by A Chong with an iron brace just now. Seeing Ah Chong rushing towards him, he didn't care about replacing the pistol with bullets, and reached out to pull out the scimitar around his waist. He has practiced this kind of sword pulling posture tens of thousands of times. Can be used.
But the abdomen injury slowed the speed at which he had the knife—maybe only a few tenths of a second, but it was deadly enough.
He only felt that his eyes were dark, and there was a sharp pain in his eyes. A Chong's index and middle fingers had pierced his eyes blindly.
The blind Gurkha mercenary roared and brandished a scimitar and stabbed in front of him.
All this happened between the electric light and flint. Another Gurkha mercenary had just changed his magazine, and his companion was already seriously injured.
A Chong dexterously hid behind the blind Gurkha mercenary, and all the bullets hit him. The man staggered a few steps and thumped to the ground. There was no shelter in front of A Chong.
At this moment, Timur also rushed out of the tent and almost had a face-to-face encounter with the Gurkha mercenary. Without thinking, Timur raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger at his head.
With a soft "Da" sound, the bullet was not fired.
The Gurkha mercenary froze for a moment. He thought he was bound to die, but Timur's shotgun got stuck. He immediately reacted and pointed his gun at Timur...
"Swish" a black shadow rushed over, the Gurkha mercenary's arm felt a sharp pain, the muzzle flew, and the bullet flew past Timur's ear.
I saw a black shepherd dog biting his wrist tightly. The Gurkha mercenary tried to shake it a few times without getting rid of it, and reached out to pull the scimitar at his waist. A Mongolian girl screamed, and a few more shepherd dogs jumped out, biting at his head and feet respectively. The Gurkha mercenary finally couldn't help but was thrown to the ground, and was instantly overwhelmed by a group of dogs, and screamed back in the air with a scream.
In the distance, twos and threes of herdsmen also ran over with knives and guns.
The screams of the Gurkha mercenaries soon ceased, and a shepherd dog bit his throat and blood sprayed all over the floor.
The Mongolian woman gave a soft drink, and the dogs obediently stepped away and stood beside her, leaving only a bloody corpse on the ground.
The Mongolian woman hurried to Timur's side and asked him a few words softly, her eyes full of concern.
Timur took a few breaths, signaled that he was okay, and tremblingly said to A Chong, "You, are you injured?"
A big cut was made in the leather jacket on A Chong's chest by a scimitar, and the clothes on his shoulders were also pierced, and blood oozes faintly inside.
A Chong shook his head, "I'm fine, how is Ajislan?"
"He's okay." Timur turned his head and whispered a few words to the Mongolian woman next to her. The Mongolian woman rushed towards the yurt in the distance.
A Chong helped Timur back to the tent, and saw a mess on the ground, with furniture and utensils staggered, full of bullet holes.
Ajislan was lying on the ground, with a bed board and a pile of bedding behind her head. A Chong squatted down to check the wound on his back. Fortunately, the wound did not tear.
At this moment, the Mongolian woman ran in again, pressing on A Chong's shoulder and involuntarily saying that she was about to take his clothes. A Chong subconsciously sank his shoulders and twisted to avoid him.
The young Mongolian girl was shook by him, and the thing in her hand almost fell to the ground, looking at A Chong with a pair of big watery eyes in wonder.
"She is my little daughter Naya, she wants to help you deal with the wound." Timur hurriedly explained to A Chong.
A Chong lowered his head to see the blood stains on his shoulders, his expression was embarrassed, and he said quickly: "I'll do it by myself."
Naya stepped forward, pressed A Chong on the chair without any explanation, unbuttoned his leather robe and underwear, exposing his sexy shoulders, with a knife blade and blood on it.
Seeing the purple marks on A Chong's body like dragon patterns, Naya seemed to be taken aback, and gently touched the dragon patterns with her fingers.
"Does it hurt?" Naya asked gently in Chinese.
"Get used to it." A Chong smiled at her.
Naya smiled at him and wiped the wound with gauze.
A Chong couldn't help but glanced at her up and down.
This young Mongolian girl has bright eyes and white teeth and a white complexion. Although she doesn't use powder, she is naturally beautiful and seems to be the same age as her own.
"Naya is my youngest daughter. Some time ago, she and her people were grazing outside. She just came back today and happened to save the old man's life!" Timur sighed.
Nayali helped A Chong deal with the wound, turned around to tidy up the mess of furniture, carefully hugged Ajislan to the police, touched his head, and the two whispered intimately.
A Chong helped Timur drag half of the corpses of the Gurkha mercenaries whose heads were bombed out, and placed them with the corpses of the other two Gurkha mercenaries. Timur looked carefully for a long time and then whispered to A Chong, "These are the guys who ambushed you that night, they really came here!"
Several corpses were dressed in Mongolian robes, and they seemed to have been prepared and sneaked in. Presumably they were afraid of disturbing others, so they went into the tent and attacked, but they were discovered by Chong.
A young Mongolian man gave Timur several items found from the Gurkha mercenary. Timur talked with him for a while, the young man beckoned a few more people, and everyone lifted the bodies of some mercenaries and walked away.
"The young man said that they found a jeep outside just now, and after the gunfire stopped, the jeep drove away." Timur said to A Chong.
A Chong nodded: "It should be the driver who was preparing to pick up from the periphery. He found that the sneak attack failed and escaped. The Gurkha mercenaries are a combat team of six. We solved three, that is to say there are at least three outside."
"Daiqin's tent can't live anymore. Let's move Ajislan back to your yurt, and wait for Surele and Ke to come back and discuss what to do." Timur sighed.
He did not expect that these Gurkha mercenaries would have crossed the pursuit line of Suril and Ke and directly attacked the rear. If it weren't for A Chong's vigilance and Naya's appearance just now, they would be ill-advised today. It seems that I underestimated the combat effectiveness of these mercenaries.
A Chong and Timur returned to the yurt, Naya wrapped Ajislan in a blanket, and the three of them slowly walked towards Timur’s yurt with the bed board.
After the chaos just now, the camp was calm again, the sky was getting darker and darker, the snowflakes kept falling, and the pools of blood stains on the ground were slowly covered by snow. Soon there was no trace.
The camp was restored to its original appearance. Only the shocking bullet holes on the yurt reminded people that there was a fierce battle here.
Achong settled in Ajislan, walked outside the tent and looked up at the gray sky, with a worried face on his face. He knew that a mercenary ran away, and his whereabouts were also exposed. This group of Gurkha mercenaries is likely to gather helpers and make a comeback.
Now Timur's main force has been dispatched, and only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in the camp. How can I withstand the next wave of attacks by the Gurkha mercenaries without regaining my skill
This night must be a sleepless night.