Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 332 Night Slaughter

Du Weiguo had already gone far away, disappearing into the wild night and dense forest.

Ge Mancang, a stubborn guy, lost his restraint at this time, and jumped up from the ground to chase after him, but was sternly pulled back by a comrade who led Du Weiguo up the mountain.

"Old Ge, are you so messed up? If you dare to chase after me, Du Weiguo will 100% kill you on the spot! This is a field of disobedience, do you know?"

Ge Mancang stared at him angrily, and after a while, he smashed the cotton cap on the snow ground, then squatted on the ground panting heavily, and said viciously:

"It's hard to persuade a ghost who is about to die, I will definitely not look for him tomorrow!"

At this time, Du Weiguo was walking southward following the traces left by Zhou Zhenbei on the snow paddle. The dark night was not a burden to him, but an extremely strong protection.

He is the Night King!Under the cover of night, no one can really threaten him.

But to be honest, Du Weiguo is indeed somewhat arrogant today and underestimates the enemy.

The previous destructive record gave him strong confidence, and the newly added flashing skills gave him unparalleled strong confidence.

From then on, I underestimated the heroes of the world, let alone an old bandit.

Du Weiguo believes that the dark night is his home field. With his unique ultra-long-range night vision ability and his flashing skills that can advance and retreat, attack and defend, it is impossible for anyone to be his opponent.

Du Weiguo walked alone on the snow in the dark at a very fast speed. With the help of the snow beat, he could barely reach the cruising speed of a trot.

It's almost like a ghost. If some superstitious mountain dweller sees this, he may not be able to fabricate it into some kind of monster?

If Ge Mancang's guess is correct, the distance between the two sides is about 15 kilometers, then according to Du Weiwei's current speed, he can catch up with Zhou Zhenbei in a maximum of 4 hours.

Once Du Weiguo found the target in the dark, it would be effortless to deal with them, one shot at a time, and one more bullet would be a waste.

The bullshit shakes Sanjiang, the bullshit stubbles.

While checking the traces, Du Weiguo moved forward rapidly. About every half hour or so, he would find a big tree to stop and rest for a few minutes, and make a mark on the body of the big tree by the way.

Using this method, Du Weiguo walked forward for about two hours, stopping and going, and arrived at a fairly empty snow field.

Suddenly, the snow racket under his feet made a crisp sound. Du Weiguo originally thought that it was because of the long-term running that the snow racket could not bear the pressure and broke naturally.

But just when he looked down at the snow racket, there was an extremely strong palpitation in his heart!

Du Weiguo threw himself into the snow beside him almost without thinking. Almost at the same time as he fell, the sound of clear gunshots resounded in the dark night.

"tower!"

It's the Type 56 gunshot, it's Zhou Zhenbei!
Du Weiguo was propping up on the snow at the moment, and felt a severe tingling sensation in his left hand and right leg at the same time, heck, he got hit!

There were actually traps arranged on the ground, and many of them were very sharp wooden sticks, not thick, only about the thickness of two chopsticks, but they were deadly enough.

The moment Du Weiguo fell down, he was hit twice at the same time.

One wooden thorn had now pierced directly into his left hand, while the other had penetrated his right leg.

Fortunately, Du Weiguo just took the tiger pounce posture with his left hand touching the ground first, and his reaction was timely enough.

Otherwise, the wooden stick that pierced his left hand directly pierced his throat just now, killing him in an instant, even the gods could not save him.

After a gunshot, the surroundings became silent again, only the occasional whistling of the north wind passing through the woods, like the wailing of a ghost.

At this time, Du Weiguo was blocked by the thick snow, so he had no vision at all, and he didn't know the specific situation outside.

At this time, he supported his body with his right hand, then clenched his teeth to resist the severe pain, and pulled out his left hand, holding on without making a sound.

Afterwards, he pulled his right leg out of the wooden spikes. Fortunately, with the double barrier of cotton trousers and long johns, his right leg was slightly injured and basically did not affect his movements.

Du Weiguo slowly changed his prone position to lying flat, adjusted his breathing, and listened attentively. Sure enough, there was still no sound around him.

This old bandit is indeed rich in experience, and extremely slick, he won't let go of a hawk if he doesn't see a rabbit!

Du Weiguo sat up slowly, and then bit by bit he poked his head out of the snow pit he had made.

Um?Under the powerful line of sight scanning, there was no trace of the enemy. In the shot just now, Du Weiguo did not see the fireworks at the muzzle because he lowered his head and swooped.

As for the kung fu of listening to voices and defending positions, he really doesn't know how. The only thing he can be sure of is that the gunshots sounded from the frontal direction.

Cao!Sure enough, I met a top expert!
Du Weiguo didn't move immediately, he pulled out the Xiaotang Dao from the space, where there were leftover flour bags.

Directly cut a few lines lightly with the small Tang knife, the extremely sharp small Tang knife naturally made no sound when scratching the bag.

Du Weiguo wrapped his left hand tightly to stop the bleeding temporarily, and the wound on his right leg was also treated properly.

Du Weiguo took a deep breath at this moment, and slowly took a kneeling position, holding a semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and then slowly poked his head out of the snow pit again, aiming at a big tree on the side.

A flickering and disappearing moment moved to the back of the big tree, and Du Weiguo leaned against the big tree hugged by two people.

He set up the rifle very calmly, then loaded the gun gently, adjusted his breathing, and scanned all the clues in his field of vision like a radar detection.

Now is the time to compete for endurance, Du Weiguo does not believe that the opponent can stay still, as long as he dares to move, it is the time for hunting.

At this moment, the pain in the left hand seemed to be piercing, and the blood kept dripping through the cloth strips on the snow, and it was very red.

Beads of sweat dripped down his face, Du Weiguo clenched his teeth and persisted, not moving.

About 10 minutes later, at 10 o'clock on the left, behind a tree about 30 meters away, a figure emerged.

Du Weiguo's spirit was calm, his eyes were fixed, his eyesight was fully opened, this is a young man, his face is a bit ferocious at this time, and he is holding a pistol in his hand, this guy should be that Jiquan, the son of Zhou Zhenbei.

Du Weiguo remained motionless and continued to observe. His target was not Jiquan, but his father Zhou Zhenbei, a cruel and cunning old fox.

This old Yin Bi should be calling Du Weiguo's way. This is using his son as a bait to test him out. He is indeed a cunning, cunning and extremely cruel man!At the critical moment, even his own biological son was willing to give up.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Zhou Zhenbei is a seasoned veteran who has experienced many battles. He is now very aware of the current situation.

Continuing to the south was only a dead end, so he thought of setting up an ambush halfway to see if he could succeed in a sneak attack by being caught off guard, and then broke out in the opposite direction to the east alone.

As for his son, he has already decided to give up, and if he continues to take him with him, both of them will die. It is better to live alone than to die.

Jiquan is naturally not stupid, but he has no choice but to come out reluctantly as bait.

This Jiquan walked slowly and sneakily, but he was also very slippery. He kept walking around the tree. It took about 5 minutes to get to the distance of 7 to 8 meters from the snow pit Du Weiguo just smashed.

At this moment, at about 2:20 on the right side of Du Weiguo, behind a big tree about meters away.
Slowly, a section of the gun body was exposed, then half of the head, and a sinister eye was also exposed. In the dark night, there was a faint light.

Damn!Finally got you!

"Tower! Tower!"

Two crisp gunshots sounded in the dense forest at night, and the young man fell backwards on his back, while Du Weiguo rushed out like a cheetah, and even used a flash in the middle.

Du Weiguo came to the back of the big tree where he was hiding. This gangster Zhou Zhenbei, who had been doing bad things all his life, was shot in the left eye at this moment, and half of his head was cut off by the bullet. He was lying on his back on the snow. The dead can no longer die.

As for Jiquan, Du Weiguo didn't even need to look at it. If she was still alive with a 10 caliber headshot between the eyebrows at a distance of more than 7.62 meters, she would be a god, and Du Weiguo would have nothing to do except run away.

With a cruel smile on Du Weiguo's face, he spat at his corpse:
"Bah, Zhou Zhenbei, right? You're pretty cool, aren't you? I see how you're still getting out of your shell this time?"

　In the previous chapter, Zhou Zhenbei's nickname was Zhen Sanjiang, which was blocked, so he changed it to a rival!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)