Super Special Forces King

Chapter 395 Chinese Pastoral Dog

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As he continued to find the marks left by the tribe, the excitement and excitement on Johnson's original face turned into anxiety.

Because with the marks constantly appearing on the trunk, there are messy blood stains.

Moreover, the frequency of blood stains is increasing, and Johnson's face has become ugly from the original anxiety.

"Brother Feng, these bloodstains appeared together with the signs of our tribe. Someone in our tribe must be injured."

Zhang Feng nodded, Johnson's judgment should be correct. Because he found many traces of fighting around the blood.

"Johnson, you don't need to be too anxious. It's not wrong for someone to be injured, but your tribe has a mark, that means there is nothing big. We don't want to rest for the time being. Hurry up and catch up. Maybe it can give your tribe. What can I do to help!"

Hearing that, Johnson naturally couldn't ask for it. He was like an ant on a hot pot now, and he didn't know what to do.

The two of them swiftly moved forward along the signs that were constantly appearing. They were exhausted and stopped for a while to take a bite and continue on their way.

Both of them are fine. The body can bear it, but as the peak of the African lion, it can't bear it and can't help whimpering.

Zhang Feng directly stuffed him into his backpack and moved on.

Feng pushed his head in and out of the gap in the backpack, but in a leisurely posture, his little head swayed left and right.

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"Stop!" Zhang Feng suddenly lowered his voice and said, his body squatted down quickly.

Johnson, who followed him, did not hesitate, and immediately stopped squatting down, lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong? Brother Feng!"

Suddenly stopped advancing because Zhang Feng heard the movement of a small string in front of him.

"Wait here, I'll go find out what's going on ahead!" Zhang Feng whispered, then lowered his body and quickly dived into the jungle.

Sunlight casts specks of light through the dense foliage on the messy grass. Zhang Feng slowly moved forward under the cover of weeds and vines, his ears turned sideways to catch more sounds.

He always felt a thorn on his back, as if someone was peeping at him in secret.

But he couldn't find where the opponent was. His sensitive ears also heard the extra movement, only the wind rustled through the leaves.

"Could it be that I felt wrong or not?" In his heart, Zhang Feng still shook his head, so that the feeling of thorns on his back had saved his life more than once.

Just as Zhang Feng cautiously moved forward and searched carefully, the peak in the backpack who had been taking a nap woke up and twisted his head out of the gap.

Feeling the movement of the peak in the backpack, Zhang Feng secretly said that it was not good, and he had no time to react, and Feng grumbled.

In the dark, there was a sound of breaking through the air: whoosh whoosh.

Self-made sharp shot guns flew out of the dark. Although they were all made of sharp wood, they were enough to penetrate the thick skin of bison.

If the consequences would be disastrous, Zhang Feng quickly turned around and quickly pulled the trigger with his finger.

Bullets roared out, knocking down many shots in the air. At the same time, Zhang Feng's body quickly rushed to the side.

The whistling spears did not fall on Zhang Feng's body, but plunged into the mud, a full depth of about half a meter, showing the strength of the gun thrower and the sharpness of the spear.

Zhang Feng squatted halfway, holding the assault rifle flat, with the muzzle pointing in the opposite direction of the shot that had just been shot, staring at him, as long as he throbbed, he immediately pulled the trigger.

Black men walked out of the jungle, their bodies and faces smeared with unknowing geometric patterns. These men are almost naked, with only a piece of animal skin around their waist. The young and old women standing behind them are also the same, but compared to the man, there is only one more animal skin on his chest.

Everyone looked at Zhang Feng with irresistible anger, but because of the gun in Zhang Feng's hand, they did not dare to move forward hastily.

The men in the front row were throwing guns in one hand and were quite alert.

Zhang Feng frowned slightly. When he saw the shot, he guessed that it might be a primitive tribe, but now it seems to be the case.

Because it was found according to the signs, this primitive tribe is probably the tribe where Johnson belongs. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Feng did not shoot and kill when they first appeared!

"%...)%...*" The man in the middle was extremely strong, and the exposed muscles were as rough as a rock, showing its explosive power. He opened his mouth and shouted again.

Zhang Feng didn't understand what they were talking about, so he could only slowly put the gun on the ground, indicating that the natives on the opposite side were not malicious, and at the same time shouted: "Johnson, come over now and see if it is from your tribe. people."

Johnson got up and ran over when he heard the gunshots. Now he heard Zhang Feng's voice, he immediately replied: "Brother Feng, I will be there soon." After speaking, he thought of something, and shouted: "#￥% ……*("

Zhang Feng also didn't understand what Johnson said in the second half of the sentence, but the natives in front of him did. When they saw Zhang Feng put the gun on the ground, they slowly approached Zhang Feng, and now they heard roars, they looked at each other, but they did not move on.

Half a minute later, Johnson rushed over to see Zhang Feng and the natives confronting each other. He looked at Zhang Feng and then at the indigenous people.

Tears suddenly rushed from Johnson's eyes, threw his gun on the ground, and walked towards the natives.

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head but did not stop him. It seems that these natives are undoubtedly the tribe of Johnson sitting in the tribe.

Johnson walked to the man who had just finished Chinese, and slowly knelt down on the ground, not knowing what he said. A woman walked out from behind the man, tears in her eyes, and she kept touching Johnson's head.

When Zhang Feng saw this situation, he felt that the man was Johnson's father, and the woman might be Johnson's mother.

Seeing the parents and children reunited, I couldn’t help feeling a little sigh. Sitting on the roots of the tree, I took out the African Lion Peak from the backpack and pointed its forehead with my finger: “No more yelling casually next time, don’t you know? I almost lost my life just because of your cry."

Feng was poking his forehead, twisting his tongue deep in his body and licking Zhang Feng's palm.

Zhang Feng rolled his eyes for a while, and said with a smile: "You are the king of the grasslands in Africa anyway, how can you make you look like a Chinese garden dog?