Feng Lang started running as soon as he could. He knew that if he didn't run, he would be dead.
The gun was aimed at him, and he clearly realized that it was just a fluke that he wasn't hit just now.
He had just started running, and his speed hadn't picked up yet. The heavy backpack on his back made him feel that he couldn't speed up.
However, as he ran, he tried to adjust the backpack to improve his speed.
Just as he swayed his body and the backpack bounced, a sharp whistle sounded. The oak tree in front of him trembled, and a hole appeared in it.
The impact of the bullet hitting the tree shook the snow on the branches, and it fell one after another, being rolled up and slowly drifting away.
The bullet grazed past his ear, and the sharp whistle made his eardrums ache. Feng Lang was startled, and his hairs stood on end. He quickly changed direction and ran around the oak tree.
Just as he hid behind the oak tree, the sharp whistle passed by his side, and a hole was drilled in the clothes on his ribs, narrowly missing his back.
At this moment, he clearly felt that death was approaching, and his hairs stood on end. He swayed from side to side, exploded with the fastest speed, and ran wildly in the forest.
Behind an oak tree, a bearded man curled his lips in disappointment, shook his head regretfully, put away the sniper rifle with a silencer, jumped four or five meters high, and quickly chased after the running team.
Just now, the figure carrying Feng Lang's backpack and the backpack full of weapons moved very well. It wasn't that his shooting was inaccurate, but that Feng Lang's movements were too sudden when he fired, resulting in a missed shot.
If it weren't for seeing that Feng Lang's movements were not standard movements, he would have suspected that Feng Lang was a professional.
Feng Lang carried the backpack on his back, picked up the sniper rifle, and locked his target on the mountain pass a kilometer away and ran wildly.
He knew that it was his only hope to escape.
There, the ditch on the back of the mountain was full of Schisandra chinensis vines and Actinidia kolomikta vines. Except for following the footprints, it was very difficult to see the figure, and there was no threat of being aimed at.
Once he reached the ditch, he had a chance to shake off the pursuers.
Not everyone could master the skill of running through the trees, and it was not an ordinary person who could easily eliminate the footprints.
As long as he couldn't be seen running through the trees, he could disappear.
With this skill, he and Brother Yong had avoided the pursuit and interception of the forest rangers and avoided the tracking of helicopters in the primeval forest.
He couldn't return to the stronghold. There, there were things that he couldn't afford to lose on his back, and even more valuable hunting organs.
Moreover, the two of them had dried deer hearts and deer whips. Except for the two hind legs that were cut off, they had also brought back five kilograms of frozen bear paws, which were fresh. Basically, they were all dried products, and even the bear gallbladder was dried.
These were what Brother Yong had exchanged for. He definitely couldn't lose them. He had to shake off the pursuers and take them all back.
As he ran, a sudden palpitation hit him.
Feng Lang swayed to one side as he ran wildly.
Just as he was about to hide behind a big tree, a sharp whistle sounded, and a bullet grazed past his shoulder. He didn't know which big tree it hit, but it caused a snow fog in the forest.
"Damn it!" Behind him, a sniper stared at the sniper scope without blinking. He didn't have a fixed position, and he didn't know where his next step would land. He was still chasing the running figure, and he cursed without hesitation.
His shooting skills were not bad. He locked on the running figure, calculated the landing position of the other person's next step, and it was less than two hundred meters. It should be easy to hit the head with at least ten rings.
However, he just missed the shot...
The pursuit was swift, and like an arrow, they reached the killing field in a few seconds.
The six people who were approaching were startled when they saw the bright red color.
Even though they were used to seeing blood, the bright red blood that was still steaming and the internal organs flowing all over the place scared them.
Poachers...
The six people immediately became cautious.
The parts of the deer carcasses had been cut off, and the bright red color was not artificial. The artificial carcasses were still intact, and only the equipment here had been discarded.
The six people then saw Dong Yongwu's body.
That resolute face, the yellow skin, and the black hair, how could they be mistaken? This was not a foreigner, but a Chinese hunter...
How could this happen...
After checking the situation of the artificial carcasses, the team leader picked up a found bullet casing, and the six people looked at each other. The team leader took a deep breath and quickly reported.
When the report was over, the other team that had just arrived, which was half of the original team, was escorting a person who was dressed thickly and could barely keep up with their pace. When they received this information, they reacted the same as the six people.
They were not the famous Arabian Nights, nor the elites of the mysterious Phantom Brigade, but their combat effectiveness was definitely not weak. Their equipment was basically the same as that of the Arabian Nights, and there was not much difference.
How could such elites be killed by poachers? The gunshots just now were not intense, only a few shots, and it was obvious that they were quickly eliminated without even a chance to fight back.
Knowing that the gunshots might alert the border guards, the person in charge quickly gave the order to leave one person to deal with the artificial remains, and the others continued to pursue. They must catch the escaped guy, and they couldn't let any news leak out after he crossed the border.
After receiving the order, the team that had paused started to move again. They left one person, and the other five quickly chased after Feng Lang's footprints.
Even if the gunshots might alert the border guards, their combat effectiveness was not something that an ordinary class of border guards could stop. They could reach the border in four kilometers, and even if the helicopter team arrived, it would be a piece of cake. However, the commander was not too nervous. At most, it was just a change of action plan.
As he ran, Feng Lang felt a sense of danger on his back. He didn't know that the pursuers were chasing him closely. To avoid being hit, he tried to choose a place with dense trees as he ran, and also made some false movements to avoid being hit.
After running a kilometer, the pursuers still couldn't catch up with him, but they had already approached within a hundred meters, and the distance had been shortened by half.
However, he realized that the backpack was too heavy. It was like his legs were filled with lead, and he could hardly lift them.
His breathing also became disordered, his throat was dry, and his chest was burning. He was almost at his limit.
But he couldn't throw away the backpack. There were things that Brother Yong had exchanged for with his life, and he had to take them back.
He also didn't think about throwing away the weapons and ammunition. He didn't think about it at all.
There were still a thousand meters to reach the top of the mountain. Feng Lang gritted his teeth and ran with all his strength. He also tried to use the false movements that he had just learned to force himself to sway his body from time to time, change his running trajectory, calculate his steps, and try to quickly hide behind a tree.
Although his movements were not standard, they were somewhat similar to the way professional people avoided bullets, which was also the so-called bulletproof step.
The poacher in front was running wildly, swaying from side to side, with agile movements. But the pursuers behind could see clearly that this was not a professional, not even the shoes.
However, with a poacher leading the way, these elites were well-prepared for the attack, and the poacher was as slippery as a fish. Under the cover of the trees, they couldn't hit him even when they got so close.
One chased and the other escaped, and the two figures were running swiftly in the forest.
Feng Lang had reached his limit. The burden of climbing the slope was even heavier, and he could hardly run wildly. He could only stagger and run.
Even so, he still tried his best to avoid quickly. Only when he was running, he would suddenly lean on a tree, turn his body suddenly, and try to avoid.
But he still gritted his teeth and persisted. He believed that once he passed the mountain pass, there would be no threat of bullets. If he could avoid being seen, he might be able to escape.
The distance between the two sides was gradually closing. At this time, the chasing team was less than seventy meters away from Feng Lang, and they could clearly see everything on his body.
Why didn't this guy throw away the gun and the backpack...
The chasing elites were very strange. Instead of running away, why was he still carrying so many guns, and there were even five obviously homemade guns.
However, they could still lock on Feng Lang and pursue him. Five figures knelt down and fired their guns one after another to block Feng Lang's dodging steps.
There were still forty meters to reach the top of the mountain. With a sprint on the slope, he could enter the swamp, enter the ditch, avoid being seen, and even run through the trees to make the footprints disappear and escape. But at this time, suddenly, a strong palpitation hit him.
Feng Lang instinctively leaned on the trunk of a tree in front of him, and his body quickly hid behind the tree.
He hadn't completely hidden yet when bullets flew past the big tree, and even hit the side of the trunk, exploding into pieces of debris. The snow on the top of the tree flew, and the line of sight became dark. Feng Lang, who was staggering and hiding behind the tree, was so frightened that he immediately fell to the ground.
The bullets were very dense. Although there was no gunshot, the sharp whistling sound made people's hearts tremble and their scalps tingle.
This was the effect of the battlefield. How could a common people like him have experienced it before.
But the moment the snow stuck to his face, the coldness made him instantly sober.
This was not the time to be careless!
He gasped for breath, judged the situation, and knew that he couldn't escape. His anger flared up, and he picked up the sniper rifle, locked on a fallen log in front of him, and made a fierce dash. He rushed towards the trunk that was more than a meter thick in the rain of bullets, preparing to fight to the death.
If he could kill one, it would be enough! If he could kill two, he would earn one!!
As long as he could turn over the trunk, he might be able to find some cover.