The surrounding campfires were very bright, and I didn't dare to move, for fear that any movement I made would attract the attention of the people down the mountain.

After all, these pirates were all desperate men, and no one knew how much blood had been spilled on their hands.

So if I were to expose myself to them like this, I would be riddled with bullets in an instant.

Now I deeply regret not imagining what a soft armor or bulletproof vest might have been like when I was in that strange underground cave; it might have saved my life in a critical moment.

But now I realize that's impossible.

So all we can do now is wait for the right opportunity.

I don't believe they can patrol here forever. There will always be shift changes or rest periods. As long as they relax their guard, I'll have a chance to break in.

I lay there, trying my best to stay calm, until around 1 a.m. when they finally started changing shifts.

Seemingly realizing that no one might come to rescue them, many of those who had been hiding in the bushes went out one by one to the camp to eat and replenish their strength.

It was then that I broke out in a cold sweat, because a local man had come out not far from me, and he had obviously been standing guard there for some time.

Fortunately, he didn't notice when I arrived.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief, watching them eat and talk to each other, seemingly exchanging instructions. Before long, they finished eating and returned to their posts.

But this time I finally found out where these people were.

Plus, my gun has binoculars attached, so seeing them gave me even more confidence.

As far as I know, there are two people on my left, three on my right, and seven or eight directly in front of me. It would be difficult to hit them all at once, so I can only use a feint attack.

I carefully picked up two stones from beside my feet and held them in my hands.

The most pressing issue now is dealing with these five people on my east and west sides, because they are closest to me. I'm unsure if they have any weapons that can be used for direct attacks, so for safety's sake, I must eliminate them first.

As long as the remaining people in front make a commotion, they will be on alert immediately. Once I control or deal with the people on both sides, it will take about two minutes for the dozen or so people in front to get to me.

In that case, I will have plenty of time to find another place to hide.

It's a bit risky, but it's the only way right now.

I took a deep breath, gripped the stone in my hand, and quickly hurled it to both the east and west sides.

Sure enough, the stone pierced through the leaves and landed on the ground with a soft, moderate sound, but the guards on both sides immediately became alert.

Then I heard a loud shout.

A rustling sound came from the woods, clearly indicating that the people had heard the noise and were now approaching me.

I immediately raised my gun, opened the scope, and fired a shot at the foot of one of the approaching men.

To be honest, although I know the situation is life or death, I really don't want to hurt anyone, because every life deserves respect.

Although we are on opposite sides now, I think I would feel very sad if I killed anyone, so injuring their legs is the only way at the moment.

Although I haven't touched a gun in a long time, I have a military background and had some experience with firearms when I was stranded on this deserted island. So even though it was night and visibility wasn't very good, I still managed to hit the man who was walking towards me with a single shot.

He let out a wail and fell to the ground. His companions behind him were obviously panicked as well. Then I heard a series of gunshots. Clearly, the indigenous people and bandits on guard duty down the mountain also knew that something was wrong on the mountain.

Then, shouts and curses began to erupt around me, and many flashlights kept sweeping in my direction, seemingly trying to find my location.

Fortunately, I was wearing black clothes, and the darkness made me difficult to spot because I was hidden in the woods.

At that moment, the people on my right started slowly walking towards me.

I quickly fired a few more shots, and to my surprise, all of them hit their mark.

All I heard was the rustling of leaves and the painful screams of someone falling to the ground; there was no other sound of anyone else approaching me.

This put my mind at ease. After dealing with the people around me, I immediately focused all my attention on the people running towards me from the bottom of the mountain.

These people are the most troublesome, because in addition to the indigenous people, there are also many pirates carrying guns.

In the current situation, having a gun in your hand is practically a huge advantage.

Therefore, I must deal with all these people quickly.

The problem is that there are just too many of them, and when I was imagining this gun, I didn't envision it as a domestically made JS. Now, its range might be a bit of a problem.

Moreover, they were all moving around in the dark, making it even more difficult to aim.

I touched the gun handle and muttered to myself, "Brother, I don't know what kind of person you are, but we're going to stick together here tonight. If you want to come back with me unharmed, you'll have to risk your life tonight."

After saying that, I immediately loaded the gun and then fired a shot at the fastest person rushing in front of me.

The gun vibrated, and suddenly a howl came from down the mountain. Then I saw the person stumble and fall to the ground.

The pirates and natives who were rushing forward suddenly stopped in their tracks.

It was only then that I realized that my gun tip had changed its current state without my noticing. Wasn't that JS?

I was overjoyed. Could it be that this gun could change its state at will according to my thoughts and ideas?

If that's really the case, then I'm going to become a sharpshooter tonight!

With this JS in hand, these people are dreaming if they think they can take this hill!

Thinking about it this way, my chances of rescuing Muta and Wang Ping have increased significantly!

A surge of joy welled up inside me. I gripped the gun tightly and aimed at the people around me once more.

I then fired almost every shot, hitting my target every time. After a dozen or so shots, all the people who were trying to rush at me were now staggering to the side.

At this moment, the Utas tribe was completely panicked...