Chapter 32
Letting the boy stay where he was and wait, Jiang Xiangyang took advantage of the guard's inattention, jumped over the wooden fence as quickly as possible, and sneaked into the Gena tribe.
At this time, almost all the Gena people were attracted to the entrance of the highway by the commotion caused by the four major tribes. The camp was empty, which actually facilitated Jiang Xiangyang's actions. Although the process of entering was smoother than he had imagined, the more difficult part was still how to leave.
Jiang Xiangyang half-crouched down against the wooden stake to avoid being discovered by the guards. When he heard the little ball's reminder, his brows furrowed: "Are you injured?"
"Yes, fractures of the sternoclavicular joint and long leg bones, multiple soft tissue contusions, localized bleeding, and muscle necrosis... It's considered a third-degree serious injury, caused by a club-like weapon."
Jiang Xiangyang was speechless for a moment. He remembered that the three-petal man in the video was intact before he arrived at the Dagna tribe.
The resounding sound of spears striking the ground could be heard once again, and the ground where Jiang Xiangyang stood trembled. Looking at Jiang Xiangyang, whose fingers were slightly tightened, the little ball expressed his thoughts objectively: "With Yangyang's load-bearing capacity, he can't carry a seriously injured patient in a circle of nearly a thousand people."
Jiang Xiangyang took a breath, barely suppressing the shock he had just felt. He didn't answer the question and looked towards the tent entrance again: "Only three guards?"
"There are three in front, four in the back, and ten more patrolling the nearby fork in the road."
Jiang Xiangyang felt a little pain in his teeth: "Even the main account is not so strict."
Little Ball: "Probably because the main tent doesn't hold a prisoner who has offended the gods."
Jiang Xiangyang's teeth hurt even more.
After a silence of about ten seconds, Jiang Xiangyang stepped back and turned the corner calmly. He wiped his hand from the top of his head and when he opened it again, in his palm was the particle gun that he had never used since he came to this world. His voice was a little deep: "Search for the best escape route."
[Observing the terrain... Identifying uncertain obstacles in the area... Searching for... Yangyang!]
Jiang Xiangyang, who was alert to any movement, was almost frightened by the sudden sound and lost his balance. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Without saying a word, the little ball immediately threw the scene it had just detected in front of Jiang Xiangyang.
The projected scene was a simple plane diagram composed of light. It roughly looked like a large straw shed with a dozen or so miscellaneous jars placed inside. Jiang Xiangyang didn't recognize most of the things inside. He only recognized the largest thing piled horizontally in the middle of the jars.
Although the thing was now covered with a thin layer of dust, its surface was no longer smooth, and its smooth body was seriously damaged and piled up into an inconspicuous ball, Jiang Xiangyang still recognized it at a glance as the trainee mecha he had left in the forest a few days ago - K-87.
Jiang Xiangyang's facial expression clearly showed his shock: "Why is K-87 here?"
Before he could finish his words, the ground shook again, followed by the thunderous roar of a thousand tribal warriors. The short pillar on which the brazier was hung shook again and again, and some unburned charcoal spilled in front of Jiang Xiangyang.
The little ball, which was almost hit by a screen of charcoal fire, quickly hid behind Jiang Xiangyang.
Jiang Xiangyang patted its little head with his wrist. He wore the particle gun at his waist and gripped the laser sword handle tightly with his right hand. "Never mind all that. I'll go in and grab the person first. Little G, you stay behind and analyze the road conditions in real time."
After the discussion, Jiang Xiangyang walked lightly and gradually approached the straw hut where the three-petal man was imprisoned. He did not move rashly, but concentrated and waited. God did not let him wait for long. The roars of the four major tribes just sounded when he had just set his feet. Jiang Xiangyang's eyes fixed, and he rushed towards the nearest guard at lightning speed.
"What......"
The guard standing nearby only heard a very subtle question, and before he could react, he subconsciously turned his head to the side and put it directly into a pair of white hands. Jiang Xiangyang smiled at him, knocked him unconscious, and threw him to accompany the two people on the ground.
[Yangyang, hurry up! A lot of people have suddenly arrived!]
Jiang Xiangyang swallowed the breath that had just been released from his throat, quickly rushed into the tent, aimed at a "bloody man" lying on the ground and ran straight towards him.
He bent his body sideways and lifted his hands to resist, all in one go. Jiang Xiangyang felt that his intensive training at school was not as standard as it is now. However, when the weight came down, Jiang Xiangyang's legs almost trembled. He gritted his teeth and told himself to stay calm, but still couldn't help but complain with a slightly broken heart: "Fuck you - what on earth did you eat to grow up!"
The 'blood man' was injured when he was carried up. He woke up slowly and didn't hear what Jiang Xiangyang said clearly. He groaned and prepared to stand up. However, Jiang Xiangyang had already rushed to the door. He stood up at the right time and the back of his head happened to hit the door pillar.
Jiang Xiangyang didn't hear any movement around him because the noise around him was so loud that it drowned out the three-petal man's muffled groans. He didn't have time to wonder why so many people suddenly appeared. He anxiously called out to the little ball, "Where are you going?"
The little ball was even more at a loss: "But there are people on every road."
Jiang Xiangyang said bluntly: "The path with the least number of people chosen!"
"Who's that over there?"
"...He's not from the Gna tribe. That person has an eagle on his back!"
"Hurry, there's an intruder!"
"Catch them—!"
Seeing a large group of people gathering around, the little ball finally spoke out: "Left, left!"
Holding the three-petal man tightly, Jiang Xiangyang ran to the left. The whistling wind rushed towards him. The three-petal man came to his senses and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood foam. His first reaction was to shout, "Who are you?"
Jiang Xiangyang kept walking: "Save your people."
Only the three-petal man was seriously injured, otherwise he would have struggled by now. He didn't believe what Jiang Xiangyang said, and subconsciously thought it was a conspiracy against the Gena tribe. His voice was not lowered but stern: "Put me down!"
Jiang Xiangyang ignored him and was busy dodging the arrows behind him.
The little ball said, "Yangyang, he asked you to put him down."
Jiang Xiangyang smiled sinisterly: "Don't worry, I will consider it when I need a human shield."
Three-petal man: "......"
As if to fulfill Jiang Xiangyang's words, three arrows shot towards him. Jiang Xiangyang just dodged the first three, and the remaining arrow shot towards the three-petal man's head. The three-petal man's throat tightened and he raised his hand to block it, but he felt a whistling cold wind passing by his ears. When he opened his eyes again, the arrow was just passing through his face.
Jiang Xiangyang almost sprained his ankle because of this.
After a few seconds, the three-petal man said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."
Jiang Xiangyang: "You should thank Heitu. He gave me his life in exchange for me saving yours."
Upon hearing this, the three-petal man immediately became anxious: "Heitu, he——"
Jiang Xiangyang: "Still alive."
The three-petal man then fell silent, and no one knew what he was thinking. Instead, the people who were chasing him angrily questioned their companions, as if they were afraid of accidentally injuring the three-petal man and causing his death. In any case, those people no longer used bows and arrows, and Jiang Xiangyang's pressure was relieved a lot.
But the situation is still urgent.
"Yangyang, go right, go left, no, go right, run straight!"
"There are too many people ahead, so we can't rush. Slow down and wait for the opportunity—"
"No, there's a dead end ahead. Yangyang, step back. No, just kick that piece of wood aside and take a shortcut!"
Jiang Xiangyang was really dizzy: "Why is this place so big?"
The three-petal man finally spoke again, breathing weakly: "Let me go, you guys go, tell Heitu to let him live well."
Little Ball was heartbroken: "It's over. Now it's time to throw a standard death flag. We're really done."
Jiang Xiangyang's temples throbbed. "I told you not to watch those messed-up TV dramas!"
Little Ball: "I didn't, I... Yangyang, Black Touch sent me a message. Oh, Yangyang, you can use the pager to ask Black Touch and the others for help now!"
Jiang Xiangyang: "It's almost two days' journey, and there's nowhere to hide here. By the time they get there, we'll be dead!"
The little ball made an indifferent sound, then completely collapsed. It continued to give orders halfheartedly while flipping through the message Black Tentacle had sent it.
Perhaps it was because being near death made it easier to calm down. Jiang Xiangyang actually felt a strange sense of peace, and even had the energy to leisurely ask it: "What message did Black Tentacle send you?"
This time the little ball was silent for a long time.
"Little G?"
The little ball looked at the message, somewhat bewildered: "How do I transfer my energy to... the mecha?"
Jiang Xiangyang stopped abruptly.
He didn't even know where he was running to. Since the road was blocked, he just ran aimlessly. Jiang Xiangyang finally remembered to observe his position. His eyes turned left and right and fell on the straw hut next to him.
That uncanny premonition came back again.
The little ball confirmed his guess: "K-87 is inside."
Jiang Xiangyang murmured: "This is too coincidental..."
Little Ball: "Yangyang?"
Deafening shouts of killing came from all sides, not only from the Gena people, but also from the four major tribes. Jiang Xiangyang had seen the patterns on their foreheads in the ore mountain.
The chiefs of the five tribes came over surrounded by people. The chief of the Gena tribe was followed by Ah Hu. When Ah Hu saw Jiang Xiangyang in front of him and the three-petal man he was carrying, his eyes were filled with astonishment.
Jiang Xiangyang calmed down, a plan slowly forming in his mind. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he slowly placed the three-petaled man on the ground, holding the particle gun in his palm, and asked the small ball: "According to the method taught by Black Touch, how long will it take to make K-87 function normally?"
Little Ball: "I can try. It won't take too long."
Jiang Xiangyang smiled: "Then go."
The little ball dived into the straw hut.
Chief Genna had never imagined that an intruder would openly infiltrate the Genna tribe, aiming to rescue Eagle, a sinner who had offended the gods. Moreover, they happened to arrive just as the four major tribes came to demand an explanation. Wasn't this a slap in his face!?
He was so angry that he didn't take Ah Hu's words seriously. He suppressed his anger and almost cursed out loud: "You said he is a messenger of God? Would a messenger of God sneak into the Gena tribe? Would a messenger of God save someone who has offended the gods?"
Ah Hu was speechless as he watched Chief Gena order the tribal warriors to surround and kill Jiang Xiangyang. He ran over anxiously and stood in front of Jiang Xiangyang: "Your Excellency is really a messenger of God. I am willing to guarantee it with my life. Chief, you really can't make the same mistake again!"
Unexpectedly, Ah Hu still insisted on that clumsy "lie" at this time. Chief Gena was almost embarrassed. The people from the four major tribes laughed and watched this farce as if they were spectators.
Finally, Chief Gena gave the order: "What are you still standing there for? Get moving!"
The tribal warriors rushed forward, waving their spears. Ah Hu gritted his teeth and stood still facing the sharp spear tips until Jiang Xiangyang behind him pulled him away.
"......grown ups?"
There was no sound when the particle gun was turned on. Everyone only saw a flash of light, and the spear in a soldier's hand broke in half and fell at his feet.
No one had time to react. Several more beams of particle light came out, too fast to be seen by the naked eye. The soldiers in the front row had no complete weapons in their hands.
At that moment, Jiang Xiangyang was leisurely playing with the particle gun in his hand, facing everyone's horrified eyes.
"Next row?"
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