Jiang Chan transmigrated from the apocalypse into a melodramatic novel filled with continuous natural disasters: drought, floods, locust plagues, epidemics... and even interwoven with various stran...
His body stiffened, and the tinderbox slipped from his hand and fell to the ground!
"Thump!"
The body fell to the ground.
Hearing the thud of someone falling to the ground beside him, another man cried out in terror, "Erpi?! What happened to you...?"
He hadn't finished speaking!
"laugh--!"
With the same soft sound, his chest area collapsed instantly, and the huge impact caused him to fall backward, crashing heavily onto the cold mud, where he was no longer alive!
"Who is it?!"
"What happened?"
"Light the lamps! Light the lamps now!"
The remaining villagers of Wengjia Village were completely terrified!
They couldn't see the enemy; they could only hear the dull thud of their comrades falling to the ground!
Unknown, silent death is like an invisible scythe, reaping ruthlessly in the darkness!
Panic spread like a plague! Some threw down their weapons and fled in terror, some spun around in panic, and some frantically beat themselves as if trying to drive away unseen demons!
The people of Liushutun were equally terrified!
They huddled together, listening to the muffled thuds of bodies falling to the ground and the desperate screams of the people of Wengjia Village coming from the darkness, and were terrified!
Even the groaning wounded soldiers covered their mouths tightly!
"Who...who fell down?"
"What...what happened?"
"A ghost wall?! The mountain god is angry?!"
Low, fearful whispers filled the darkness.
Jiang Chan was like the Grim Reaper in the darkness, her breathing steady and her eyes cold.
The muzzle moved slightly.
"laugh!"
A woman who had just touched the tinderbox collapsed with a thud, a red mark appearing between her eyebrows.
"laugh!"
A man who threw down his axe and tried to run away was shot in the back of the neck and fell to the ground.
"Sizzle! Sizzle!"
Two huddled, trembling men were almost simultaneously pierced through the chest by bullets!
Precise!
Cold-blooded!
Highly efficient!
In just seven or eight breaths!
The hissing sound was like the whisper of death!
The sounds of people falling to the ground with a "thud! thud!" continued one after another!
When Jiang Chan stopped pulling the trigger, through the night vision goggles, only five men in Wengjia Village were still standing and holding weapons!
"Where are they?! Are they all fucking dead?! Speak up! Talk to me!"
Old Man Weng leaned against the cold earthen wall, blood streaming down his forehead, soaking half his face.
He waved his powerless arms and let out a trapped beast's roar in the absolute darkness!
The shouts and groping sounds that had been rising and falling just moments before have almost completely disappeared!
Only a terrifying silence remained, and... the muffled thud of a companion falling right next to them!
"Tie Niu! Sister Zhang! Er Pi! Answer me!"
"Who's still alive?! Make a sound!"
His voice was filled with panic and unbelievable fear! The shadow of death had never been so close!