Smelling the smell of gunpowder smoke coming from the grenade, the hairs on my whole body stood up, and I roared to get rid of him, but the desperate person was like drinking too much and fighting, and the strength was surprisingly strong and I didn't know the pain, my fingers grabbed the wound of the broken arm, and the fingers were cut into the flesh, this pain he actually endured, and his tongue was bitten off and pressed against me.

Great fear enveloped me, and as soon as the grenade exploded, it was really over, and for the first time I felt death so close, it clinged to my body, and it took me away at any time.

The desire to survive inspired me to fight all my spirit, and my head became flexible, and for the first time I felt so smart, I raised my hand and grabbed the guy's ear, pulled it down with my life, and took advantage of the time when he was in pain, and suddenly raised my knee and hit his crotch, this pain no man could stand, and his whole body immediately shrunk into a ball.

I took the opportunity to push him away, rolled over, the grenade bone fell to the ground, I wanted to escape but it was too late, the explosion was in the next second, in the panic I grabbed the guy's wrist and violently forced, so that he turned over and pressed on the grenade, and then I held my head and pressed against the enemy.

There was a boom, and the power of the grenade made the two of us bounce more than a meter high on the spot, and the guy's body was almost blown into two pieces, and the intestines were blown out, leaving only the belly still connected, and I was also dizzy by the shock wave, my eyes were full of Venus, my ears were buzzing, my eyes were full of ghosts, my chest was extremely stuffy, I shook it slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, and after a moment of relaxation before my ears could regain hearing, and then I heard a scream coming from beside me, and I picked up the large saber next to me, got up from the ground covered in blood, and walked in the direction from which the sound came.

The head is still confused, and he can't even walk steadily, but fortunately, his eyesight has been restored, although he is still a little phantom, but at least he can see friend and foe clearly.

When I walked to the grass over there, I saw the striker fighting with a guy in a turban, and the two of them were covered in bruises, covered in blood, and the saber fell to the side, and the blades were covered with blood, and the grass was also stained with a large area of blood.

The striker was stabbed in the leg, and the guy also had several knife wounds on his body, obviously the striker had the advantage, but unfortunately none of them were fatal injuries, at this time, the two were rolling on the ground by the necks of each other, trying to kill each other.

I dragged my almost crippled body, carried a large saber, and walked over with a hideous face, but when I finally walked to the side, I fell to my knees because of my physical exhaustion.

Seeing that the striker's face was flushed and he looked like he was about to die, I roared angrily and struggled to get up with my saber, gasped twice, stared at the scarlet eyes, and suddenly roared, as if a beast had been put on the body, and pounced fiercely.

"Shall I you!" When I got closer, I cursed angrily, picked up the saber in my hand and slashed at the guy's head.

At this moment, he was pinched by the striker to lose his breath, and he had no strength to dodge at all, and the sharp saber with the whirring wind sounded a cold light, and in an instant, the blood flashed, and the warm blood sprayed all over my body, and the pungent fishy smell penetrated into my nose and almost made me vomit.

The enemy's head was cut in half by my sword, and the striker was the worst, and all the bits and pieces of his head flowed to his face, and blood and brains flowed into his mouth, and I used too much force, and the saber cut off the head and then slashed into his hand, cutting a hole deep to the bone.

I moved the corners of my mouth and forced a grin, raised my leg and kicked the corpse off the striker, and I sat on the ground exhausted, feeling stupid by the grenade, I didn't know where it was uncomfortable, I didn't know where it hurt, and it was uncomfortable where I felt anyway.

"You're the world's number one idiot, are you trying to hack me to death?" The striker coughed violently, took two breaths, crawled up to me exhausted, pointed to the knife wound on his arm, and yelled at me.

"The head blew up, and you should be glad the knife didn't hit your head." I smiled wryly and grabbed his bloodied hand and squeezed it together.

"Where's the young master? Is that thing still alive? The striker asked as he gasped.

"He's too big to die." I don't know what's in the pit, maybe it's a bunch of sharpened bamboo sticks, maybe it's dozens of poisonous snakes, or maybe there's nothing, everything depends on the young master's creation.

"Young Master, talk back, are you still alive?" I lay on the ground and shouted at the sky, anyway, the young master was next to me, remember the place where I fought with the enemy, less than three meters away from him.

waited for a long time without moving, "What's the situation, it won't really be dead, right?" The striker looked at me suspiciously.

"Young Master, when you hear the reply, the enemy has been destroyed." I shouted again, and all I heard was a whining sound, as if someone had taped my mouth shut.

"Damn, something must have happened." I patted the striker on the shoulder and struggled to get up from the ground, the striker also had a bad premonition, but he was more injured than me, especially after being slashed by me, he lost a lot of blood, and if he wiped off the blood stains stuck to his face, his face must be very pale.

The two of us supported each other and walked towards the position of the pit, just a few steps walked for a long time, and when we got closer to take a look, I wiped, the scene in the pit startled me, and I thought of all kinds of possibilities, but I didn't expect that there was a swamp under the pit.

It's not surprising to think that this place is so close to the lake, it was originally a wetland, and it is normal to have a swamp, presumably this is a trap deliberately set by those two guys, and the wild grass on top of the swamp has become a natural trap, and it can get in, not out.

The young master's whole body fell into a swamp, the mud had already reached his mouth, no wonder he could only make a whining sound for help just now, and he was about to pass his nostrils, and it would be completely finished by then, even now his face was red, the blood vessels in his forehead burst out, and the blood was squeezed to the top of his head by the pressure of the mud, if a cut was made in the blood vessels on the young master's forehead at this time, the blood could rise more than two meters high.

Even though the young master tried his best to slow down the sinking speed by various means, he still couldn't stop the sinking, and he could still stay awake now, staring at us with two big eyes, looking at us with his hands raised high, not daring to move.

This shocked me and the striker, the striker didn't care that his wound was bleeding, hurriedly turned out the rope from his backpack, and casually threw it in front of the young master, the young master took a deep breath and reached out to grab the rope and circled it around his wrist twice.

However, as soon as he moved, the speed of sinking immediately accelerated, and the muddy water immediately reached the tip of his nose, and he couldn't breathe.

"Damn, pull it quickly, at least show his nose first, so he will suffocate." The striker gritted his teeth and shouted, and the two of us clung to the rope and pulled back with all our strength.

"Assassin request for support, request for support, immediately, immediately!" I radioed my comrades while pulling.

It took a lot of effort to pull the young master out a little bit, and he barely exposed his mouth, but the crisis has not been resolved, this is the same as being buried alive, as long as the mud is over the chest, the human body can't withstand the squeeze from the soil at all, the young master has a strong physical fitness, and it is estimated that he can last for a while longer.