Sure enough, not far from here, he heard a wolf howl.
Han Qiushi hurriedly led the ox down the mountain road. When they reached the foot of the mountain, he settled the ox down and then hurriedly walked up the mountain.
After walking for about ten minutes, he heard a series of gunshots. Han Qiushi immediately took out his gun and cautiously walked in that direction.
Is this a coordinated, organized effort to kill wolves, or...?
Just as Han Qiushi was walking inside, a very faint fragrance suddenly wafted into her nose.
Han Qiushi remained outwardly calm, but had already prepared himself for battle.
This fragrance is none other than the unique scent of incense from his time studying in the military camp, a scent distinct from that of his homeland.
In those days of food and clothing shortages, especially in the darkness near the border, what farmer would have the leisure to ponder the art of incense?
Han Qiushi calmly put away his pistol and replaced it with the military knife he was carrying.
In his other hand, there was a handful of chili powder that Lin Xiaoxiao had ground.
In Han Qiushi's view, he rarely had the chance to use these chili powders, but today, in this dark night, there was nothing more useful than them.
Han Qiushi listened intently, and soon noticed a dark figure slowly approaching him.
"The smell of beef is something most people really can't stand." Han Qiushi fanned his nose while taking out some chili powder and waving it sharply at the shadow behind him.
The man who was about to take down Han Qiushi soon found himself with tears and snot streaming down his face, especially his eyes, which were burning and painful.
The next second, a very sharp military knife was pressed against the man's neck: "Don't move!"
"Bamboo" kept running forward while cursing.
"Baka yarou".
If it weren't for the alpha wolf attacking him, he wouldn't have fired his gun under those circumstances.
Although the wolf he had injured did not chase after him, soon more wolves rushed towards him.
If the alpha wolf is injured, wouldn't the other wolves scatter? Why are they still gathered together?
Nearly six wolves were relentlessly chasing after "Bamboo," which made "Bamboo" very panicked.
If he kept firing, it would definitely attract the attention of the militia at the foot of the mountain, even though those militiamen were all novices.
But as a spy who had lived here for many years, he knew very well that he needed to get out of this predicament as quickly as possible and run to a safe place.
Moreover, he was running low on bullets, and he also had some very useful intelligence from "Crow" on him.
I need to get to the headquarters immediately to ensure the safety of intelligence and my own life.
Bamboo was still in good shape, and after the wolves had been chasing it for about an hour, the pack stopped.
Bamboo took several deep breaths, picked up the kettle, and drank water frantically.
Seeing a long wound on his leg, he could only use a water bottle to wash it.
He bit his lip tightly, unable to make a sound.
Bamboo rested for a while, finally regaining some strength, and prepared to continue running towards its goal.
But this time, he had to find a secluded place to hide.
By the moonlight, he noticed several men with guns approaching in his direction.
The bamboo's mouth was silently cursing.
Damn it, these rookie soldiers got here so quickly.
No wonder this place is so quiet.
Bamboo kept his eyes fixed on the direction ahead, his mind racing as he considered his escape route. He couldn't afford to confront them head-on, or he would face certain death.
Furthermore, if the valuable intelligence he possesses cannot be sent out, "Crow" will also be in danger.
He's not one of those stupid "spies" trained by those Americans. He's not like those people in the movies, with several people fighting each other with guns in this place.
Bamboo knew very well that these people were just the vanguard, and that more people with guns would definitely come to surround and annihilate them.
The information he possesses is extremely important; if he were caught, all the work he and Crow had done over the past few years would have been for nothing.
The bamboo cautiously and slowly climbed in another direction.
Kong Hui, holding a pistol, and the men around him lined up and walked towards the spot where the gunshot had just been fired.
The moonlight was bright tonight, and they would soon reach the place where the sound had just come from.
Kong Hui tried hard to identify any obvious footprints on the road by the moonlight.
After walking for a few minutes, Kong Hui suddenly sniffed.
"Stop right there!" Kong Hui said, walking towards them. He sniffed them all before saying, "There's a strong smell of sweat and blood."
In this weather, everyone is walking and running around, so they all have a bit of an odor on them.
But this feeling, we're together every day, we know exactly what kind of person each person is like.
Kong Hui would make a point of explaining that he wasn't a member of the brothers' group.
As soon as they finished speaking, the men's expressions turned serious, and they immediately cocked their guns.
Guided by Kong Hui, they quickly turned towards the direction from which the smell of blood was coming.
Bamboo knew it was in danger when Kong Hui spoke.
In the sweltering summer heat, he had been running for a full hour and was already drenched in sweat. He had just washed his wound with water. Was this Chinese guy's nose a dog's nose?
How can you still smell it?
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