"Roar!"

With a low roar, a red and black figure burst out of the dense forest in front of him, rushing straight towards the ox cart, causing a commotion among the three platehorn oxen pulling the cart. They raised their front hooves and trampled on the ground, screaming in terror. Looking at the fierce beast rushing quickly, Iron Slag squinted his eyes slightly and took the lead in pulling the trigger. I only heard "Bang! With a muffled sound, a bright flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and a psionic armor-piercing bullet immediately burst through the air, dragging the blue star sand straight ahead.

And at the moment when the iron slag fired, the iron tiger that was sprinting with all his strength suddenly pounced to the side, avoiding the oncoming armor-piercing bullets. In an instant, I saw the bullet that emitted a faint blue light gliding backwards against the tiger skin, bringing out a dazzling spark. At the same time, the three warrior monks raised their guns and fired at the iron tiger in succession.

"Dada...... Click...... Click...... Click...... Click...... Click...... Click......"

In the continuous gunfire, strings of bullets hit the tough tiger skin, and sparks flew in all directions. The surrounding hunters also unloaded their rifles, pulled the bolts and loaded them, and shot at the tin tiger one after another.

"Roar!"

The frustrated Tin Tiger roared as he twisted his waist and then kicked his leg hard and scurried into the forest. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

"Chase!" "Avenge the four flutes!" "Kill it!" The hunters shouted and rushed deep into the forest.

"Come along." Iron Slag glanced at the three warrior monks beside him and ordered.

"But......" The warrior monks looked a little hesitant to look at each other. One of them was about to speak, but was interrupted by Iron Slag.

"Go." His voice was not loud, but his tone was unmistakable.

"Yes." As soon as the three warrior monks turned their heads, they chased in the direction of the hunters.

At this time, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe also pulled out their pistols and looked around vigilantly. At this moment, Qin Keer is using a Silver Star pistol, and Mu Qianhe is using a large-caliber Black Star pistol, both of which are classic gun types, the former can hold seven bullets at a time, which is full of power, and the latter can hold twelve bullets at a time, and the firepower is not small.

Seeing this, Iron Slag also pulled out his Smith 500, and with a "sigh" sound, he turned out of the bomb bay, and quickly ◆▼dǐng◆▼diǎn◆▼Xiao◆▼ said, .⊥.★os_(); After loading the bullet, he shook it hard, and with a "click", the bomb bay was thrown back.

After the warrior monks and hunters walked away, the mountains and forests gradually returned to peace. There was no movement except for the rustle of leaves rubbing against each other as the breeze blew.

"Kiln ......"

In the silence, I don't know how long later, there was a sudden very small movement in the rear, and the iron slag turned his head keenly and looked at the dense forest behind.

In an instant, one person and one tiger, four eyes facing each other!

It turned out to be the second iron tiger, and the fight for life and death only began at the moment when their eyes collided. As soon as the iron slag raised his hand, five bursting bullets burst out.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

At the same time as the gunshots rang out, the Iron Tiger roared and pounced on the iron slag.

In an instant, five bullets hit the Iron Tiger's forehead and chest at close range, and immediately exploded. But the violent explosion did not hinder its progress in the slightest. By the time the fifth shot came out of the chamber, it had already rushed three meters away.

As he finished firing the bullet, Iron Slag let go, letting the large revolver fall, and pulled out the hidden steel machete behind his back.

It was only at this time that Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe reacted, turning the head of the gun and shooting at the Iron Tiger.

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ......"

"Don't shoot!" The iron slag screamed, and at the same time, he bent his arms and kicked the car board and shot out, like a loaded cannonball, and slammed into the iron tiger.

However, this qiē only happened in the blink of an eye, and by the time Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe stopped shooting, there were already two bullets on the back of the iron slag!

However, the bullets from the rear did not affect his impact. In the next second, I saw the iron-skinned tiger open its bloody mouth and pounce. But he didn't dodge or dodge, sank slightly, and at the same time twisted his waist, and his shoulders shook with all his strength, crashing into the chest of the iron tiger.

This style is the glorious ancient martial arts-Tie Shan!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound of shattering bones and flesh, the two-ton iron tiger was actually knocked out by him. In an instant, the heavy tiger's body smashed into the trees behind it like a tumbling car, and plowed a deep mark on the ground.

After the slam blow, the iron slag stood with his hands down, only to feel the blood in his chest surging, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the two women thought that it was caused by their accidental injury, and hurriedly stepped forward, trying to hold on to the iron slag. But at this time, the iron tiger struggled to get up and walked slowly towards the three of them.

"Hit!" Iron Slag shouted loudly, and the two women immediately came back to their senses and raised their guns to shoot at the Iron Tiger.

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ...... Bang bang ...... Bang bang ...... Bang bang ......"

A bullet hit the tiger's body, and suddenly sparks flew up, and the iron-skinned tiger was in pain, and after letting out a roar, he turned around and ran.

Looking at the figure that disappeared into the dense forest, Iron Slag shook his shoulder, then stuck the machete on the ground, then held his right shoulder with his left hand, and pulled it hard, only to hear a crisp sound of "cluck", and picked up the dislocated part.

After making sure that the Iron Tiger did not go and returned, Iron Slag returned to the car board, sat down, and asked the two women who were slightly sluggish, "Who were you fighting just now?" ”

Qin Ke'er was the first to react, and while saying "I'm sorry", she ran to the side of the iron slag, untied the medical package on her body, and began to deal with the gunshot wound in his back. Because the muscles in the back of the iron slag are relatively tough, and the pistol uses round-headed bullets, the bullets are stuck in the muscle fibers, and the injuries are not serious.

A few minutes later, Qin Ke'er used tweezers to take out two warheads, then detoxified the iron slag, applied medicine, and then bandaged them.

After another half an hour or so, the warrior monks and hunters returned to the oxen convoy with the carcass of the first tin tiger. A total of two hunters were killed during the hunt, and their bodies were brought back.

Looking at the bloody corpse, Iron Slag informed everyone of the news of the other Iron Tiger. The warrior monks immediately took the hunters and traced the trail. About two hours later, the people found the dying tin tiger in a small mountain pass, and they swarmed it up and beat it to death. It had just been crushed to its sternum by iron slag, and was quickly incapacitated under heavy internal bleeding.

A moment later, just as everyone piled the corpses of the two iron-skinned tigers on the ox cart and was about to leave for Qinjia Village, thousands of miles away from here, in the Fire Horn Temple in Yanyang Ancient Town, the Fire Horn Grand Master who was in retreat and meditation suddenly received an urgent email from the psychic witch doctor of the Spirit Snake Temple.

After reading the letter, he immediately walked out of the cave of retreat, gathered all the warrior monks, and then hurried to Qinjia Village without stopping for a moment......

The next morning, the Tiger Hunters returned along the same route. Walking out of the mountains and forests, when he was about to arrive at Qinjia Village, the iron slag who was lying on the ox cart to make up for sleep was woken up by a loud noise.

"Erniu, look, what is that?" "Isn't it a cloud?" "Look carefully." "Wow! What came from, so big. "Oh my God, what's going on?" "Something should happen at home, right?" "Quick! Go fast diǎn and go back and see what's going on. ”

As soon as the iron slag opened his eyes, he was immediately stunned by the distant scene. I saw that a huge flying machine was hovering in the sky above Qinjia Village, which was the golden battleship of Yuge Lombal.

When she saw the princess's flying machine, Qin Ke'er was stunned. At this moment, she regretted that her intestines were almost green, she shouldn't have been too close to the iron slag table in front of her parents and the villagers. Now it's okay, the real girlfriend is here, and it's her turn to face her family......

Between gains and losses, her shoulders were gently hugged. Turning his head, what greeted the eyes of his friends was the concerned eyes of his friends. They all know that in the Far East, there are times when "face" is more important than life.

"Why is she here?" Iron Slag asked to himself.

"She's so good to you, you're a princess of the Temple, but she's chased her to the Far East." Mu Qianhe said bitterly, with an unspeakable sourness in his slightly hoarse voice.

About twenty minutes later, in front of the ancestral hall of Qinjia Village, Tie Slag saw You Ge, dressed in bright silver knight armor and a red cloak fluttering in the wind.

"My little knight, are you having fun during this time?" You Ge asked with a smile.

"Okay." Iron Slag stared at her, then asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"I miss you." You Ge said bluntly.

Iron Slag couldn't help but smile and was about to answer, but at this moment, he was interrupted by a calm voice.

"Friends from afar......"

The moment he turned his head to look, the iron slag was stunned, and the other party was also stunned. For a moment, both sides seemed a little surprised. The person in front of him was none other than the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn who had only met a few days ago. However, they quickly put away their surprised expressions and looked ordinary and casual.

"Your Royal Highness, do you know each other?" The Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn hesitated. After receiving the notice yesterday morning, he rushed over day and night. The sudden arrival of the Templar princess in the Far East caught him by surprise.

The diplomatic pass was issued by the Spirit Snake Temple, the Snake Council, and the Horned Rhino Council, directly passing over the Horned Rhino Temple and the Ancient Temple, making him a little torn between the Horned Rhino Temple. But whether he accepts it or not, the other party has already come, and he can only compromise.

If something happens to this wayward Templar princess in the Far East, the Far East will face all-out war. But today's Far East, like a candle in the wind, can no longer withstand any blows.

A thousand years ago, the Far East was caught in a strange circle, where heroes were seen as stupid in private, while hypocritical actions were widely recognized and accepted. The upper strata regard the lower strata as livestock, the lower stratum as the jackals, and the two sides are full of hostility. However, when some people at the bottom climb up, they will bully the bottom even more. In order to make profits, businessmen of all sizes were able to make poisonous and harmful food for their own people with peace of mind, and they had lost their friendship with their clansmen. Flattering outsiders, but cruel to one's own people, this was the Far East back then.

Murder and arson of gold belts, build bridges and pave roads without bones.

Later, under the influence of glorious beliefs, Far Easterners began to value glory rather than hypocritical "face", and their values also changed somewhat. They are no longer restless and daydreaming every day; The relationship between the tribe is much more harmonious. But now, the situation has begun to deteriorate again, and the relationship between the clansmen and the clansmen is becoming more and more tense, especially in the relatively wealthy Snake Clan-controlled district.

The rich began to discriminate against the poor, the poor began to be hostile to the rich, and people began to speculate with the greatest malice. The rich fear that the poor will rob them of their wealth and are reluctant to donate and help the poor. The poor, on the other hand, generally believe that the wealth of the rich is obtained through dirty means, and whether there is evidence or not, they are all scolded.

Righteousness is falling, virtue is disappearing......

If the current Far East is hit, the consequences will be devastating, and external forces will take advantage of the opportunity to split the Far East, and the Spirit Snake Clan will bear the brunt.

In the end, the Far East, which has lost its unity, will only be reduced to a piece of fat, to be slaughtered and humiliated.