Super Trick or Treat System

The hand of the person wearing the helmet moved on his chest, and his followers immediately became alive. A man stretched his hand to his forehead in a strange, semi-conscious position. The other half squatted, his lips wrinkled back in the roar. The leader looked at him and smiled. Then he quickly issued the order and put his hand on the control panel.

A quarter rode a horse rope, so that the mount was fast to the nearby bushes. Then, when they started to move forward, the red assault rifle moved a few steps backwards behind the nearest Tatar. They are going to climb to the top of a small ridge.

The person who reached the summit for the first time stretched out his hand to shut his mouth, and made a hoarse call to the south, a faint "--" echoing in the mountains.

Menlik arrived at the camp in time, or his people should not be attracted so easily. Because although the hunter waited for a long time, Hail had no answer. Finally, the man in the helmet called the prisoners, put them down glumly, rode them up again-a move that suits the Apache.

They could not tell how close the communication distance between the rider and the helicopter was. And they are still too close to the plains to attack unless they need to protect themselves. Li Bai fell back to join Nolan.

He said: "He controls them through the plate on his chest." "If we want to accept them, we must do—"

"These people use lasso in battle. Didn't they tie your trademark with a rope like a calf? Then why don't they take this red color and tie his arm around him?" Nolan's voice ordered. People doubt.

"Maybe there are some conditional controls that prevent it from attacking the ruler-"

"I don't like such machines, they can play like this, and they can play with their mind and body!" Nolan broke out. "A person should only use weapons, not one!"

Li Huai can agree with this. Did they survive the wreckage of their ship and Ruthwen's death, which these people have now endured? If so, why? He and all Apaches are volunteers, eager and willing to form a new world colony. What happened to them so that they were sent out mercilessly without warning? Another small part of this puzzle, or the core of the entire picture, is fixed. Has the project somehow learned about the settlement of Topaz in Tatar and was forced to speed up the translation from Americans to primitive people in the late 20th century? That will explain a lot!

When Li Huai suddenly saw the peak in front of him, he immediately returned to him. The party they followed was to go directly to the illegal hideout. Li Badi hoped that Menlik would warn them in time. There-the cliff wall to his left must cover the valley of the tower, although it is still a few miles ahead. Li Wei believes that hunters cannot reach their goals unless they travel at night. They may not know that it threatens the dark apes.

But the enemy, whether he knew the danger or not, did not intend to move on. As the sun rose, the gaps and the shadows of the gaps became pitch black, and the hunters stopped to camp. According to their customs on the battlefield, the Apaches gathered at a height above.

Said: "This demon army seems to think that he will find someone he wants to sit and wait for him, just like their feet are trapped in a trap."

Added: "This is a habit of ---, I believe they are bigger than all other animals. But this is a stupid fool who brought the bear into her arms." He smiled.

Li Huai quickly cut in: "A man with a rifle is not afraid of a man armed only with a stick." "This man is holding a weapon. He has every reason to believe that it makes him invulnerable. If he rests tonight, he might The machine stays on the cordon."

Nolan said: "At least we are sure of one thing." "This man doesn't doubt that there are other things on these hills besides what he can grasp. His machine does not work for us. So at dawn -" He made a quick gesture and they smiled in unison.

At dawn-past offensive time. Apache does not attack at night. Li Huai was not sure that any of them would break the old taboo and climb to the camp when the new dawn came.

But tomorrow morning, they will take over this confident demon army and deprive him of his slavery machine.

Li Badi's head jumped sharply. Suddenly, a blow between his eyes made him stunned. What... what is that? There is no physical impact-no, it's a bit dizzying, but still irrelevant. He propped up his whole body, waiting for it to return, frantically trying to understand what happened in the moment of dizziness and seeming collapse. He has never experienced a similar experience-or? Two years ago or earlier, when he experienced a time transfer into Sherlock Holmes Arizona about 10,000 years ago-the moment of the transfer was like this, feeling time and space chaotic and standing firm and found.

However, he was lying on the very concrete rocks and ground here, in the shadow of topaz hanging, nothing about him had changed in the slightest. But that blow left him with trembling panic remnants that filled his body deeply, as gentle as an open wound.

Li Bai took a deep breath, almost sobbing, raising his elbow, and staring at the enemy's camp intently. Is this an attack from an unknown weapon? Suddenly, he had no idea what would happen when the Apache rushed towards that dawn.

Jill Lee is on his right. Li Huai must compare his notes with him to make sure this is not a trap. It's better to back down now instead of getting caught in the net like a fish. He crawled out of his position, made the hoarse signal of the fluff ball, and heard the-answer in the cleverly imitating the vibrato of night insects.

"Did you feel anything in your mind just now?" Li Badi had difficulty translating this feeling into words.

"No. But you did it?"

He has-of course, he has! The rest is still in his mind, it was a moment of panic. "Yes."

"machine?"

"I don't know." Li Badi's confusion grew. He may have been beaten alone. If so, he may pose a danger to his own kind.

"This is not good. I think we'd better not hold the council here." Gil Lee's whisper is the ghost of the voice. He tweeted again and got a response from the uphill, who sent the signal.

When the Apaches gathered together, the first moon stood high in the sky. Li Badi asked him a question again: Are there any strange blows to others? He met negative characters.

But Nolan said one last sentence: "This is not good," he echoed Jill Lee's comments. "If that red machine is working, then we might all be swept into his net with the people he seeks. Maybe the closer to his thing, the more impact it will have on him. We will stay here. Until dawn. If the enemy reaches the place they are looking for, then they must pass below us, because that is the easiest way, because his machine is heavy, the magic army has walked the easiest way, so we will See if he can also protect them from coming without warning." He touched the arrow in the quiver.

Killing from the ambush means that they may never learn the secrets of the machine, but after his experience, it is wise to be willing to admit caution. Li Huai didn't want to shock him like the second attack. Nolan did not order to retreat. Like Li Huai, the war leader must think that if the machine can have an impact, it must stop operating.

They used ancient techniques transplanted into their memories to ambush. Then, there is no choice but to wait.

One hour after dawn, the enemy was notified that they were coming, and soon after, they heard the roar of small horses' hoofs. The first Tatar fell into view, and Li Huai, with his body on the saddle, knew that the demon army had completely controlled him. Two and then three passed between the teeth of the trap. The fourth round allowed him to widen the gap between himself and his companions.

Then the red leader came. The face under his helmet was unhappy. Li Huai believed that this man was not a horseman. The Apache hit a bow with a bow and arrow, and fired at Nolan with his tribe.

Only one of these arrows found the target. The red pony screamed in pain and horror, raised its head, raised it high, and fell backward, pinning the shouting rider underneath.

The demon army has enough defensive capabilities, to some extent the arrow is deflected. But he neither protected his awkward seat in the saddle nor the arrow that severely injured the pony that was threshing.

The Tatar twisted back, crying in pain, and then fell from the saddle and lay weakly on the ground, as if the arrow aimed at the master hit everyone's heart.

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