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Chapter 431 Escape from the Funeral Altar
The grenade in Iron Donkey's hand is already smoking, we can't keep it.

Iron Donkey was also aware of the seriousness of the problem. He was a veteran, and at such a critical moment, he threw his grenade at the group of monks without hesitation.

And donkey brother still took time to write it off. After throwing it on the ground, the grenade exploded with a bang.

Iron Donkey and I both squatted down a step earlier, protecting our faces with our hands.After hearing the explosion, I was not in a hurry to check what the lamas had been bombed into.

I know that no matter how accurately a grenade explodes, it still has a certain range, and most of the monks are still fine. If Tie Lu and I don't want to make a move, they will surely rush forward with red eyes.

I went to dig a hole again, and at this moment I couldn't stop praying, thinking that there must be someone else here.

It can't be said that my prayers took effect, anyway, I took out an AK gun and three grenades.I looked at them and felt the urge to cry.

When Iron Donkey saw the gun, he let out a wow and snatched the gun away.I stared at his hands, feeling a little sensitive, for fear that he would mess around like this, so as not to blow up the grenade again.

When the two of us squatted down just now, we had a pessimistic attitude, but now we have completely reversed it 180 degrees.The iron donkey held up the gun, and immediately released the safety, yelling at the monks, "Who is not afraid of death? Come and taste Lao Tzu's bullet!"

I also held up three grenades, echoed the iron donkey, and touched the grenades, I had a special feeling.

The monks were all sullen and silent. The explosion just now caused three deaths and one serious injury. Needless to say, the dead were all lying on the ground silently, and the seriously injured one was dragged by his companions to stand still. , but trembling all over, his nose and mouth were still spurting blood, I guess if the treatment is not timely, he will die.

Iron donkey and I have never intended to kill innocent people, but this group of lamas, if you ask me, some of them really can't stay, they must have practiced sorcery for a long time.

The iron donkey stared at the monks one by one, trying to make a preliminary investigation to see which monk was more suspicious.

Our two groups were almost in a state of stillness, but the vultures who came here were impatient, maybe they were used to being pampered, and they were also used to the feeling of having meat every time they came.

After they hovered above the celestial burial platform for a while, they couldn't stand it any longer, and the biggest vulture fell first, and what's more, its target was me and the iron donkey.

My eyes are sharp, and I discovered the vulture's intentions in advance, so I yelled to remind the iron donkey.

The iron donkey snorted, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly raised.To be honest, with the iron donkey gun, I am not worried about the threat of vultures at all.The life and death of this bird is really a matter of the iron donkey pulling the trigger.

But at this time, I saw someone outside the monks waving to us, it was Ba Tsering.

The other monks didn’t see him beckoning like this. I wondered what he was doing. Was he telling us not to shoot vultures?
In any case, these weapons were provided to us secretly by Ba Tsering. I have to accept this. Perhaps in the eyes of Ba Tsering, vultures are divine birds and cannot be touched.

I decided to give him this face, and also said something to the iron donkey, let him weigh it.

The moment the vulture jumped down, the iron donkey raised his gun and smashed it.The vulture knew that we were not easy to mess with, so it spread its wings and flew up. It still dropped a few feathers, but in this way, its life was safe.

Most of these monks were really overwhelmed, but a few monks, perhaps relying on their skills, seemed to be ready to move.One of the monks was courageous. When the iron donkey shot the vulture with a gun, he thought his chance had come.

He rushed towards us silently and reached out to grab the gun.The problem is that he was too far away from us, and the iron donkey also squared the gun in time.

Iron Donkey was irritated by this busy and reckless martial artist, he snorted, and without giving Ba Tsering any face, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At this moment, Ba Tsering lowered his head depressedly.I didn't have time to think about what happened to Ba Tsering, and I soon knew why this red-faced man was like this.

A bullet was shot from the iron donkey gun, and it hit the monk's forehead accurately and accurately, but the bullet was made of plastic, and after a click, the monk clutched his eyebrows in discomfort, and did not suffer too much. Big injury.

The iron donkey and I were all stunned, and the iron donkey even cursed, "Fucking fucker!"

What I think is, since the gun is not good, for the present plan, use the grenade as soon as possible.I took one myself, and gave the other two to the donkey.

Iron Donkey understood what I meant. He was so proficient. He took the two grenades with one hand, pulled the strings and threw them apart. The target was the monks in front of him.

I held the grenade and hesitated, because there was only one left, and I couldn't put it in the same place as the iron donkey's mine, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste?

The iron donkey saw that I would not give up, and took the initiative to snatch the last thunder away. This time he turned the backhand and let the thunder fly towards a group of "gentle and polite" lamas.

It took about seven seconds for the grenade to explode. Iron Donkey was afraid that the monks would rush over during this period. The fat man had a unique skill that he hadn't shown before.

He shouted at the top of his throat to simulate the sound of a grenade exploding.

The pitch of this voice is very high, and the degree of realism can be hit very high.The monks usually practice Buddhism. Even if they practice martial arts and magic arts, they have never touched a gun. They were all frightened by the voice. They really thought the grenade had exploded.

Everyone present, except Ba Tsering, were so frightened that they squatted or fell to the ground.When I was surprised, the iron donkey dragged me again and ran towards the group of gentle lamas.

The monks were definitely teased by the iron donkey. When they realized that they were fine, they quickly stood up and wanted to rush towards us, but just as they got up, there were three bang bang bangs one after another. This time it was a real explosion. up.

I can't count how many people were bombed, many people screamed.

The toy gun in Iron Donkey's hand was not discarded either. He fired bullets from the toy gun while running.

These bullets were shot precisely by the iron donkey at the most sensitive places of the monks, either the temples or the necks.Think about it, it's enough to suffer here for a while.

When the monks did not fight back, we broke through the siege.I saw that the front was unobstructed, behind a piece of grass, and I was so happy that I said hello.But then I wanted to jump and scold again, wondering if Iron Donkey and I escaped to the wrong place?The grassland in front of me seems to be going to a deserted place. If we escape like this, will we encounter more troublesome dangers?
I want to discuss a few words with the iron donkey, whether we should go around and run to the temple.But the iron donkey didn't discuss with me, and after urging him to run away, he ran wildly first.

I also gritted my teeth and rushed forward.I thought I had reached the limit of my speed, but the iron donkey's legs were twitching, and the distance between me was gradually widening.

We're one, I can't just watch him get away and I'll be caught behind, it's just too embarrassing.

I called Iron Donkey and asked him to take me for a ride.The iron donkey knew what I meant, wait a moment, after I caught up, he grabbed my hand and ran wildly together.

This way of escaping is a bit weird. Think about it, this is the hand of two old men.

But some lamas chased after us, and we both put our energy behind us again.Iron Donkey took advantage of the gap to fire a few more bullets, but the range of this bullet was too short.

The iron donkey dropped his gun angrily, and reminded me that once the lama catches up, we will fight to the death.

I responded, and I actually discovered that the lama was chasing very fast, and it was only a matter of time before we were caught up.

I also sneaked a hand at the dagger to make sure it was at my waist.After running away for a while, the iron donkey snorted, and I looked back, and the group of lamas stopped.

I saw them panting heavily, but not to the point of being too tired to run. I suspect there must be something tricky in it.

I was afraid that there was a trap nearby, so I spoke to Iron Donkey.The iron donkey ran with me, keeping an eye on our surroundings.

I guessed part of it right, but it didn't come from the ground.Those vultures in the sky have a very good relationship with the Lama.

I don't know if it was driven by the Lama, but they flew down in groups.

The iron donkey and I kept our eyes straight. We had no advantage in fighting these flat-haired beasts. To put it bluntly, wouldn’t we be bullied by them riding on top of their heads?
The iron donkey and I took out the dagger and danced from time to time as we fled.

I'm prepared to not live until tomorrow, but before I die, I also need to make some backs.

These vultures are also very strange, they do have the posture of falling and attacking, but just like a dragonfly on the water, when they jump down, they seem to fly up timidly.

After we were in a stalemate with them for a while, we came to a small bald mountain, and suddenly a black shadow appeared on the mountain, and it ran towards us quickly.

I looked at the size of this black shadow, and I wanted to curse, fuck me!
(End of this chapter)