Just when everyone thought that the thief was bound to die, gunfire suddenly rang out from behind Meihui.

I broke out in a cold sweat, but this man's marksmanship was not very accurate, or in this snowy mountain where I couldn't see my fingers, his aim was a little off. This shot did not hit Meihui, but it hit her impartially.

When he got to Meihui's Tibetan sword, he knocked it out with a clang.

"Qi Chao, come here quickly!" Two people appeared in the snow not far away. One of them held an automatic rifle with gunpowder smoke in his hand. He loaded the gun again and planned to continue shooting.

Lao Xie saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He knew that the shot just missed had meant that his young lady had escaped disaster. The other party must aim this shot. If it were to be fired, Pu Mihui would definitely be killed on the spot. Fu

Qi Chao took the opportunity and quickly used his skills to break free from Mei Hui's shackles.

Soon after, Nalan Hong and I took out our guns from our waists and wanted to support Meihui and the others. However, the moment we reached out, we were half a beat too late. The man had already loaded the bullet again.

The gun's barrel and muzzle were pointed at Meihui's head.

"Miss! Danger!" Lao Xie shouted and jumped into the air.

There was another loud noise as a bullet was fired from the barrel...

Lao Xie threw Meihui down on the snow and blocked his young lady firmly with his broad chest. A blood flower bloomed in the snow, and the bullet penetrated Lao Xie's chest.

"Lao Xie... don't... Lao Xie, wake up!" Meihui cried loudly and called to Lao Xie.

Lao Xie stretched out an arm weakly and used his last strength to push Meihui away from his arms. "Miss...run...quickly...run..."

"Damn it! I'll fight you!"

"No...run...go...find...my uncle!" The old man died. Before he died, he stretched out his arm and pointed his index finger at the wooden house in front of us.

At this time, Nalanhong and I also rushed out of the wooden house. Nalanhong was carrying a modern American light machine gun, and he fired a hail of bullets at the opponent to cover me. I quickly ran over and pulled the grieving Meihui out of the house.

Drag it back from the snow.

"Don't drag me! I will kill these beasts to avenge Lao Xie! He is trying to protect me..." Meihui cried and tried hard to get away from me, but I held her waist tightly with both hands.

Fortunately, there were not many people on the other side, and they did not use heavy weapons. There was no danger for us to rely on the wooden house as a shield. Nalanhong's light machine gun fire was fierce, and although he did not hit them, he forced them back.

"Master Nalan, don't shoot, I am your uncle!" a man on the other side shouted.

"Shibo? Which Shibo can save my Ye He's enemies? Don't tell me it's useless!"

"I am Tong Jiefang, the Ezhen of Tong Jia's family! It's not an option for both of us to waste time like this. Since we are both Manchus, why don't we cooperate with each other?"

Nalanhong put away the machine gun and shouted coldly: "Oh? It turns out that the Tong Jia family is really here. Let's talk about it. What kind of cooperation do you want?"

"I know that Wushuang and the others are by your side, Mr. Nalan. Wushuang and the others are from the Golden Academy. How can they trespass into the holy mountain of our Jurchens? Could it be that you have forgotten the teachings of your ancestors? You are a living person in this world.
Chapter completed!