Once Zhang Cheng fires, the enemy, with its superior numbers and guns, will certainly retaliate immediately.
In this open, exposed snowfield, with only a roe deer carcass as cover, he would likely be riddled with bullets.
The absolute disadvantage in numbers was laid bare at this moment.
Zhang Cheng's eyes were sharp as knives as he stared intently at Wang Jian and his group, who were getting closer and closer. He slowly stood up from the snow.
"Hey, that's good!"
Wang Jian ran up to Zhang Cheng, his gaze falling on the roe deer carcass on the snow. He chuckled, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"A headshot? You got incredibly lucky, kid."
He raised his head, sized up the man whose face was half-covered by a wolfskin scarf, and scoffed contemptuously:
"You're Zhang An's younger brother, Zhang Ergou?"
Zhang Cheng remained silent, his eyes cold.
Wang Jian didn't receive a response and didn't care. He announced to himself, "You're out of luck today. We're taking this roe deer."
"Wang Jian, are you sure you want to break the rules?" Zhang Cheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill.
There are rules for hunting in the mountains.
Whoever hunts the prey keeps it; no one may steal it.
Those in distress should be assisted to the best of our ability.
This is an ironclad rule passed down from generation to generation, the bottom line for hunters to survive in the cruel mountains and forests.
"Bullshit rules!"
Wang Jian spat and said arrogantly, "The country is saying that we need to break away from old ideas, and you're still trying to scare me with outdated rules?"
"That's right! Brother Jian is right! Er Gouzi, your thinking is too outdated!" The young man next to him chimed in.
"Why waste words with him? If he's not happy, let him call his people from Zhangjia Village! We haven't settled the score for Li Junyi stealing our honey last time!"
Zhang Cheng's gaze was like a cold pool as he stared at Wang Jian, who was bending down to carry the roe deer carcass, and spoke again:
"The rules passed down from our ancestors always have their reasons."
"Reason? Right now, my fists are reason!" Wang Jian slung the heavy roe deer over his shoulder and grinned maliciously.
"Er Gouzi, I advise you to shut up, or I'll beat you up too!"
Zhang Cheng stopped wasting words.
He was really not confident because of the distance and the fact that the other side had more people and guns.
But now, everyone is crammed together, so close together!
What is the core of military boxing?
quick!
ruthless!
allow!
One move to defeat the enemy!
Of course, since they'd run into each other all the time, he wouldn't kill him.
"Whoosh!"
An unexpected change occurred!
No one present reacted in time, including Wang Jian, who was proudly carrying the roe deer!
Suddenly, Zhang Cheng lowered his body, exerted force from his waist, and crashed into Wang Jian like an arrow released from a bow!
Instead of attacking, he used an extremely tricky angle to wrap his shoulders and arms around Wang Jian's waist and abdomen as he carried the roe deer!
At the same time, her legs were like iron clamps, tightly wrapped around Wang Jian's thighs!
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Cheng tensed all his muscles and pulled backward with a sudden force!
Wang Jian was carrying a roe deer weighing several dozen kilograms on his shoulder, which already made him unsteady on his feet.
With Zhang Cheng's hug, entanglement, and pull, she instantly lost her balance and her body tilted forward uncontrollably.
Zhang Cheng's grip on his legs pulled him back tightly!
Two enormous forces acted on Wang Jian instantly, one from the front and one from the back, and he felt as if his waist was about to be torn apart!
"Bang!"
Before Wang Jian could scream, he felt a sharp pain in his temple, saw stars before his eyes, and then his consciousness went dark.
It all happened in less than a second!
As Zhang Cheng was taking Wang Jian down, he clenched his right fist and slammed it into Wang Jian's temple, knocking him unconscious!
The roe deer carcass fell to the ground with a "plop".
Those around them suddenly realized what was happening and erupted in an uproar!
But Zhang Cheng's movements did not stop at all.
He casually drew the blunt-bladed machete from his waist, without even glancing at the unconscious Wang Jian.
With a chilling gaze, he lunged directly at the young man from Wangjia Village who was closest to him!
"Zhang Ergou, you're asking for it!!!"
"stop!"
"Damn it, kill him!"
Roars erupted as various weapons rained down on Zhang Cheng!
Zhang Cheng was incredibly agile, his footwork shifting with incredible speed, easily dodging a sharp wooden spear that came hurtling towards him.
His machete slashed rapidly upwards along the smooth shaft of the wooden stick!
"laugh!"
The young man holding the stick felt a chill on his wrist and instinctively let go!
Zhang Cheng swiftly snatched the spear from the other man's hand, and with a backhand slap, struck the young man's cheek with great force!
"puff!"
The sound of flesh tearing open was clearly audible, and blood splattered mixed with broken teeth!
"ah!!!"
The scream was abruptly cut off.
Zhang Cheng didn't give the other party any time to react, and directly used the thick back of the wood-chopping knife to smash the young man hard into the back of his neck!
After a muffled thud, the young man collapsed to the ground.
At the same time, someone on the side had already raised an old hunting rifle, the dark muzzle pointed at Zhang Cheng!
They're too close!
Zhang Cheng suddenly took a side step and pulled Wang Weiguo, another young man from Wangjia Village who hadn't reacted yet, to stand in front of him!
"Wang Jimin! Fuck your mother! Don't shoot me!" Wang Weiguo screamed in terror.
Zhang Cheng's left hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing Wang Weiguo's arm, while his right hand executed a grappling technique. A crisp "crack" was heard.
Wang Weiguo's wrist joint had been dislocated, and the excruciating pain caused him to let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Zhang Cheng gripped the machete tightly in one hand, the cold blade pressed against Wang Weiguo's carotid artery.
He stared coldly at Wang Jimin, who was holding a gun, while simultaneously hooking his right foot precisely to lift the spear that had fallen to the ground.
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