The thief of the fortress dominates the world

Chapter 29 The Lurking Hunter

Guan Hu was lying on top of a huge boulder covered by long grass, his eyes fixed on the pair of slowly advancing men and horses hundreds of steps away from him, his fingers were clenched tightly, and his nails had even been pierced There was blood overflowing from the palm of his hand, but he didn't notice it.

Because in that huge team, there is his family, his wife and daughter.

Beside him lay two dead rabbits, both with a bloody hole in the middle of their throats, which he had killed in the morning.

He is the most famous hunter in Guanjiatun and also the strongest man in Guanjiatun, which won him the unanimous respect of all the old and young men in Guanjiatun, and also made him marry the most beautiful woman in Guanjiatun.

This most beautiful woman gave birth to him the cutest and most beautiful daughter, which made him the most enviable man in Guanjiatun.

Today is my mother's fiftieth birthday, and he went into the mountain just after dawn, planning to hunt some wild animals to celebrate my mother's birthday and let his wife and children have a good meal.

The daughter-in-law sent him to the door and told him to be careful and go home early.

Guan Hu still remembers patting his strong chest and saying, there is no beast in this world that can hurt your man. He still remembers his wife's shy smile at that time, and lightly hammered his chest twice with her hand, saying softly that he boast.

Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly hugged his daughter-in-law in his arms and kissed her pretty face hard, which made the daughter-in-law turn red with fright, and looked around for fear of being seen.

Seeing his daughter-in-law in a hurry, Guan Hu felt relieved, laughed loudly, and strode into the mountain amidst the old woman's coughing in the house.

It was not very smooth to enter the mountain today. After walking for a long time, I hunted two hares.

He was going to stretch out to the mountains for a walk, and at least he would hunt a roe deer for his old lady, who liked to eat roe deer meat the most.

But when he straightened up, he could vaguely see puffs of black smoke rising from the direction of the village, and it was vaguely mixed with the screams of women and the cries of children.

His heart trembled, and he hurriedly ran back with the two dead rabbits on his back.

It's just that when he ran back to the village, what he saw were burning houses and corpses strewn about, all of which were his usual friendly folks.

The head of his best brother Erzhuzi was stuck on the wooden door of his house, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were biting tightly, as if he wanted to kill the person who cut off his head bite by bite.

His body was hung on the archway in the village, dangling like a rag bag.

There are still many of the same corpses hanging on it, all without heads.

Guan Hu's heart tightened suddenly, he ran all the way, passed by many houses with people's heads stuck, and rushed towards his home.

When he ran to the door, he froze and couldn't run anymore.

Because he saw the old lady who was still smiling and waiting for her birthday in the morning, lying on the threshold of the main room, her head was hanging down, and there was a big hole in her chest, and no blood flowed out.

Only those eyes were fixed on the gate, as if waiting for him to come back.

Guan Hu let out a beast-like howl, staggered into the yard, searched every room, but never saw the daughter-in-law who blushed after a kiss from him in the morning, and the prickly The girl with two braids facing the sky is calling for her father to hug her every day.

He hugged the old lady's body and put it on the kang in the main room, knelt down and kowtowed heavily three times before rushing out of the house.

He searched all over the village, but did not find the bodies of the two mothers.

He followed the traces left by those beasts all the way, and finally found their team.

He carefully searched through the slow-moving crowd with his eyes, and finally found the figure of his daughter-in-law hugging his daughter Xiao Layue tightly.

She was dragged forward in the crowd, looking back from time to time, she must be waiting for the strongest man in the world to rescue their mother and daughter.

Seeing the figure of his wife and children, Guan Hu really wanted to rush up to the Tartars, who were not as good as these beasts.

But he knew that he was alone, with only a hunting bow and twenty arrows on his body, and a bone scraping knife at his waist.

If I just rush up and fight recklessly like this, I will only die. At that time, my wife and children will not be rescued and I will get involved.

He is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that if his wife and children die, there will be no hope.

He could only follow the team closely, trying to rescue his wife, children and fellow villagers in the village.

But after walking for more than ten miles, these Tartars surrounded him on all sides, and there was no chance of saving people at all.

Guan Hu knew that if he went another twenty li to the north, he would be completely in the territory of the Tartars, and he would have no chance at that time.

There seemed to be a pot of boiling water boiling in his heart, but he could only watch the team keep heading north, and the veins in his neck burst out of worry.

He followed closely behind the tartars like a vigilant cheetah, but there was already a fierce tiger in his heart that was ready to devour these beasts at any time.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind the line.

A child fell down, and a woman tried to hold the child, but was whipped to the ground by a tartar.

The child was so frightened that it burst into tears. The woman hugged the child tightly in her arms, but she herself held on to the whip of the tartar on the horse.

The thin coarse cloth clothes on his back were quickly torn, revealing his scarred back.

The woman finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cried out in pain.

However, her screams were greeted with heavier and more whips, and finally the woman was beaten gradually silently, and finally crouched on the ground motionless with the child in her arms.

The Tartar laughed, threw away his whip, jumped off his horse, drew the scimitar from his waist, approached the woman, and tried to cut off her head.

A man roared, jumped out, knocked the tartar into the air, and then went to grab the tartar's scimitar.

An arrow shot from behind, entered from the back of the man's head and exited from his mouth. The man staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, which even made some children cry.

Two more men jumped up from the crowd and rushed towards the nearest Tartar, but they were quickly killed by the Tartar.

The commotion on this side attracted the attention of the Tartars in front, and soon more Tartars surrounded this side, all of them drew out the scimitars at their waists, and shouted loudly in the Tartar language.

Guan Hu probably understood some words of the Tartars, and he understood that these Tartars meant to kill more men, cut off their heads and put them on the top of the spears, so that the other two-legged sheep would be obedient.

Guan Hu's chest heaved violently, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

He is a man, the best hunter in Guanjiatun, the strongest man, but he is hiding here and watching his friends and fellow villagers being tortured by the Tartars like cattle and sheep. If he can continue to hide , then he is not Guan Hu.

"Dog Tartar, I honor your ancestors!" Guan Hu rushed out from his hiding place, shouted loudly, bent his bow and set up an arrow, and rushed towards the nearest Tartar.

Guan Hu was running wildly while shooting arrows. A feathered arrow he had cut out of hard wood in the mountains shot out, and shot towards a target he had already aimed at.

Hearing Guan Hu's shout, the Tartar just turned his head when the hardwood arrow pierced his throat, and he fell off the horse with a plop with his eyes wide open.

One arrow made a difference, but Guan Hu's running speed did not slow down at all. He still kept bending his bow and nodding his arrows. Another arrow was shot quickly, and another tartar fell from his horse in response.

It wasn't until the third Tartar was shot off his horse by Guan Hu that the other Tartars reacted.

The Tartars yelled again and again, separated two pairs of men and horses to outflank Guan Hu.

After all, the Tartars were not vegetarians. Guan Hu felt exhausted as soon as they fought back. After shooting another Tartar dead, he turned around and ran towards the forest that he had already hoped for.

Tartar's arrows kept shooting at Guan Hu, but every time he was able to dodge ahead of time with his animal-like intuition for danger that he had cultivated through years of hunting.

And in the past when chasing prey in the deep mountains and old forests, galloping and jumping were common things, so his running route was not a straight line, but an irregular curve, which made most of the arrows shot by the Tartars miss. The remaining small part was narrowly avoided by him at the last moment by relying on his intuition of danger.

The Tartars were obviously angry at the sudden appearance of the assailant, they shouted loudly in the Tartar language again, Guan Hu could understand that they wanted to capture themselves alive, then skinned and cramped, and displayed in public to frighten others.

Guan Hu didn't care, since he had reached this position, he was not afraid of death, and only wanted to kill a few more Tartars.

He wanted to lure the Tartars into the woods over there. As soon as they entered the woods, the Tartars' horses would not work well, and then they would be able to show their abilities more.

Although the Tartars were chasing after him, and the arrows flew past him continuously, he felt the blood in his chest boiling, and his feet were flying like flying. Even if the Tartars were on horseback, they would not be able to catch up with him for a while. The Tartars shouted wildly behind them.

After gradually stabilizing the rhythm, Guan Hu turned his head and shot an arrow from time to time.

As long as the string is played, a Tartar will fall off the horse, and he will definitely not survive.

Guan Hu's arrowheads were all smeared with a special poison, which he only used when hunting large wild animals, but he didn't expect it to be used on these Tartars today.

It's a long story, but these processes only took a dozen or so breaths, and Guan Hu had already shot seven or eight people to death.

The Tartars were completely enraged, and each of them twitched their horses wildly, chasing Guan Hu fiercely.

Guan Hu also ran towards the woods with all his strength, as long as he entered the woods, he was sure to send all the Tartars who chased in to meet their ancestors.

Seeing the edge of the forest in front of him, Guan Hu was overjoyed and jumped forward, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left leg, and his body staggered suddenly, almost falling to the ground.

He didn't need to look to know that he had been shot in the leg.

But he didn't want to give up just like that. He was about to enter the woods, and he had to make one last fight.

He tried to stand up, but the injured left leg seriously affected his mobility.

He just took a step forward, but his right leg hurt again, and he fell on the ground immediately, kicking up a cloud of dust.

And the sound of horseshoes behind him was already in his ears.

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