The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 345 Rakshasa General VS Rakshasa Man

They can't be killed, they can't be killed at all.

There were just too many prey being delivered to their doorstep.

The team members didn't even have time to carry their spoils when they reached the back.

The scene was very chaotic.

Although they are still competitors.

But they still have a great understanding with each other.

When encountering wild beasts, the teams would try every means to surround and intercept them, fearing that these beasts might escape from their encirclement.

If you escape, you'll reach the Barkol Basin, and then the Ganlu River!

His wife, children, and elderly parents were right behind him.

They can't afford to gamble!
Kill them, kill them.

The knife was sharp enough, and it carried enough arrows.
On the last night of the assessment, not only were the team members extremely excited, but even the military dependents in Ganluchuan were tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The woman kept turning over and over, only concerned with one question:
"Honey, how many points does our son have accumulated so far? Is there any chance he can make it into the top ten?"

"Why are you always thinking about such good things? Every kid who gets into the vanguard battalion has crawled out of piles of corpses. Our son, as long as he's not one of the last hundred unlucky ones to be eliminated, should be thanking God and our ancestors."

"Hehehe, so what if you want that two-courtyard house in the best location for free? Go ask around, who wouldn't want one? Go back five generations of your Zhang family ancestors, none of them could afford a brick and tile house!"

“Everyone wants to live in a nice house, but it also depends on whether your eldest son is up to par! Have you forgotten the outrageous things he did two months ago? Only General Gan can deal with him.”

The woman remained silent.

He's my own son, I know him best.

He's skilled, but extremely concerned with saving face.

Once they finally become rich, they can easily get carried away by the praise from others.

To be honest, life at home was just too hard back then.

He even said that he didn't know when he would go to the battlefield and lose his life, and wanted to enjoy all the blessings he had never had before.

Among those who drank and frequented brothels, he was the most boisterous and extravagant.

The gentle-natured daughter-in-law couldn't control that wretched child.

They're old; they won't listen to you anyway.

If General Gan hadn't mentioned the end-of-month performance evaluation and elimination system, his youngest son might still be living a life of debauchery.

Fortunately, I regained my senses in time.

Otherwise, they'll be kicked out of the vanguard camp sooner or later!

The families of soldiers from the border town have become significantly more diverse in wealth simply because they are under different generals.

The parents of this family both sighed with emotion:
I really don't want to go back to those hard times. I hope my son can live up to my expectations, not be eliminated, and bring wealth to our family for three generations.

They got more and more excited as they talked, and before they knew it, it was already past midnight.

suddenly.

The veteran, whose hearing was better than average, faintly heard the sound of thunderclaps coming from the distant snow-capped mountains.

He sat up, surprised:
"Hey, weren't we telling them not to use firearms? Firearm wounds are too big and affect the appearance of the game pelts."

The woman, mimicking the man, listened intently to the sounds: "What time is it? Something must have happened!"

Just as the veteran was about to hear more, the camp was filled with the sound of three long and two short sirens.

"Beep beep beep beep beep"

This means one thing: Danger! Danger! Danger!

Although the veteran is old, he is still very quick.

He immediately got up from the kang (a heated brick bed), and while dressing, he gave instructions:

"Wife, after you go out, you stay behind the door. If your grandson wakes up and starts to fuss, cover his mouth and don't make a sound. Don't light any lamps either."

"Dad! Has some wild beast come down from the mountain? How can a pack of wolves make such a commotion?"

"Who knows? The fact that firearms have been used means the situation is very critical. Judging from the noise, the general has already led men to investigate. We older folks still have to help guard the camp."

"Take the machete and be careful."

All the men in the camp, including the young boys, gradually left their dugouts with the sharp weapons they had brought from their homes.

Some people walked toward the livestock shed.

Some people went outside the greenhouse. Others planned to help General Gan guard the gate.

Steward Zhu was organizing his personal guards to discuss the patrol work.

The veteran actually guessed it right.

Gan Minglan's senses are more acute than anyone else's after being tempered by supernatural abilities.

She not only heard the sound of the thunderclap explosion, but also faintly heard gunshots.

A back-and-forth gunfight!
Then it's not some ferocious beast coming down the mountain.

We've definitely been attacked by the enemy!
I sneaked in at night.

They're either barbarians or Tatars!
Could it be that the people of the Kashgar Khanate didn't want to pay the ransom, so they went around from the East Snow Mountain to Hami City, intending to launch a direct attack on their capital?

This is the analysis.

This is the most likely possibility.

The other side was unaware that the Bei army had just established a garrison at Ganluchuan.

Sneaking around in the rear, they inadvertently alerted the vanguard of the hunting party on the mountain!

Tsk tsk, General Xiong almost had his hometown raided by these barbarians.

Unfortunately, the military dependents in the Ganluchuan camp were not considered combatants; they were already doing well if they could protect themselves or their wives, children, and elderly relatives.

The only thing that gave Gan Minglan some peace of mind was that the Rat King, who had failed to claim credit a few days earlier, was still venturing out in the snowy mountains in anger.

Even in critical moments, the Rat King can still distinguish between friend and foe.

With its combat strength, it will surely be able to hold out until it can join the battle.

After thinking it through, Gan Minglan hurriedly gave some instructions to Steward Zhu and then rode her wild horse, Ma Wang, towards the snow-capped mountains alone.

The fifth watch of the night is the darkest hour before dawn.

If she hadn't had night vision goggles, she and her horse might have fallen into several ditches.

As she got closer to the southern foot of the snow-capped mountain, the gunfire she had heard earlier had ceased.

Perhaps, both sides are waiting for dawn.

Some people, some rats, are overjoyed.

While you're calm, I'll take your life.

The Rat King only knew that anyone who looked different from the Bei Army was an enemy.

Gan Minglan, however, was different.

The night vision goggles used in the apocalypse make it almost indistinguishable from daytime views when viewing the night scene.

These people were numerous, and their clothing differed from the robes and armor worn by the Kashgar Khanate's archer cavalry.

Furthermore, their hair was somewhat curly, and their facial features were more defined.

They were taller and stronger than the Uyghurs.

What specific race do they resemble?
The conclusion is only one—Europeans!

She was a little dazed.

How did Europeans end up on the border of the State of Bei? And why in this way?!

Logically, they should have dominated the seas and then used cannons to blast open the country's doors!

Could it be that the times don't match?
wrong!

There's a big goose on the head of the Bei State!
Oh, I remember now, people in the Western Regions call geese "Rakshasa Kingdom".

Gan Minglan was immediately invigorated.

What if the Rakshasa General encountered a real Rakshasa?

"call out"

"call out"

"call out"

In the darkness, several unusually piercing long whistles rang out.

The vanguard battalion members, who were familiar with the whistle, were overjoyed: Great, the general is here!

King Atu: Listen to this, listen to this, in the end you still have to beg me, the king, for help.

(End of this chapter)