These guys who have just had a trace of civilization consciousness have not yet developed a sense of shame from human beings. This instinctive behavior that is close to nature has no cost, and they have no sense of responsibility at all. This is similar to the period of the human matriarchal clan commune. All blood ties are established around maternality. The reason is very simple. No one knows who the child's father is.

With a faint radiant wind blowing by, the plants in the wilderness sway in the wind. Behind an ancient pine tree in the distance, two pairs of eyes scanned the wilderness.

Liu Feng was secretly surprised that these natives actually had a simple production system and had already possessed the prototype of society.

He and Qian Lan hid here for several hours. According to the original plan, Liu Feng was going to take advantage of the darkness to quickly attack and remove these natives. However, Qian Lan was still a little scared of the indigenous traps, so he suggested that he wait until dawn before taking action. Liu Feng thought it made sense, so he waited until early morning, and at this time, more and more natives were moving in the fields.

Crack~ Crack~ A stroke of knife lights up, and a moving bush was cut into three pieces by Qian Lan with a short knife, struggling on the ground, emitting shrill high-frequency sound waves.

The natives in the distance seemed to have discovered something, and they were screaming and left their work behind. They called their friends to pick up the guys and ran towards Liu Feng's hidden place. Many scattered wooden houses also rushed out of the number of natives.

Liu Feng's eyes quickly searched for the traces of the "king" among the natives. What disappointed him was that no discovery was found.

He quickly set up a sniper rifle on a bluestone and used his sight to put the pumpkin head of an indigenous person running in the front into the crosshair.

Boom! The muzzle jumped and a tongue of flames spurted out. The huge recoil made Liu Feng lean back slightly, and the thick armor-piercing bullet of 12.7mm pierced the air and hit the native's head.

The indigenous head exploded like a broken watermelon, and his lower half of his body was also flew up with the huge kinetic energy of the bullet and hit an indigenous person behind him.

A distance of 1,500 meters! Anti-equipment gun! Qian Lan shouted in surprise, and saw Liu Feng's eyes becoming a little hot. She had not noticed the caliber of Liu Feng's sniper rifle before, and now she couldn't help but be surprised. The recoil of this gun is not available to ordinary people at all, and they fire expensive large-caliber bullets.

Then she quickly shook her head: "Using this gun to hit these short indigenous people is like using anti-aircraft guns to hit mosquitoes. It is not only a waste, but also inefficient." Qian Lan has rich experience. When she saw Liu Feng's recoil after firing, even the bluestone that had been equipped with the gun was cracked, she knew that the rate of firing with this gun would definitely not be too fast.

After Liu Feng fired a shot, he quickly adjusted the shooting angle, but said, "Is this called knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger? And we have discussed it. I am only responsible for killing that 'king'. Now I am helping you for free, so I'll stop talking about it."

Qian Lan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at the distance, and found that after the fastest running natives were shot in the head, the rest of the natives seemed to be frightened, their formation was a little scattered and their speed slowed down.

"Cover me in a while." Qian Lan didn't know what to do, loaded the bullets of the Tiger Roar II rifle and met in the direction of the natives running.

The range of the Tiger Roar II rifle is far from comparable to that of a sniper rifle, but its relatively stable firing rate and continuous firepower at medium and short distances make this gun very popular among corps soldiers in the wild survival.

In this small plain, except for some low-tall grass-like plants, there were no tall trees. The natives obviously also easily discovered Qian Lan, an uninvited guest.

Although these natives were not very intelligent, at least they could tell their gender. After seeing that only a woman broke into their territory, they relaxed significantly and began to clamor and surrounded them.

Among the dozen surrounding natives, there was a relatively strong warrior holding a stone axe. When the stone axe in his hand swung, more than a dozen somewhat scattered natives immediately scattered, with an average distance of six or seven meters per person, surrounded Qianlan in a fan shape.

The battle quickly unfolds under the situation of completely unequal weapons and numbers.

Qianlan showed an accurate shooting ability that was no less than Manjiang. He had already started firing at five hundred meters away from the natives, pouring all the dense bullets onto the natives' thin, shriveled and hunched body.

These natives were small in body, extremely agile in action, and had excellent perception. Although Qianlan's shooting accuracy was unquestionable, when the distance between the two sides was closer to within fifty meters, there were still five or six uninjured natives who rushed over.

Liu Feng carefully hid his traces and used a sniper lens to carefully observe the indigenous man holding a stone axe in charge. He carefully analyzed whether he was the "king" mentioned by Qian Lan. It was obvious that this indigenous man was a little higher than ordinary indigenous man in terms of physical strength and wisdom. When dodging rifle bullets, he also reacted faster and more agile.

Liu Feng remembered the native who had his throat cut with a dagger. He should have been a character similar to a scout, more powerful than ordinary natives. He once avoided two pistol bullets.

The crosshairs of the sniper rifle moved with the footsteps of the natives holding stone axes. This guy was very cunning. His physical fitness was far stronger than other natives, and even a little stronger than the native leaders he had encountered before. However, he deliberately controlled his speed and followed one native step by step, and specifically found some low-lying places to move forward.

At this time, the natives were less than thirty meters away from Qianlan, and had reached the distance from the wooden guns to throw.

At this time, the Tiger Roar Rifle in Qianlan's hand happened to have an empty magazine, and it was at the moment when the magazine was replaced.

Hula~hula~hula~hula~

All three natives threw the wooden guns in their hands and stabbed Qianlan.

These short natives are simply born hunters, and the wooden guns they throw are of amazing accuracy.

However, no matter how strong the wooden gun is, it is very different from the metal in density. The distance of 30 meters will also be affected. This short time difference is enough to make Qian Lan react.

The tiger roar rifle in her hand rose horizontally, blocked the two wooden guns, then waved her left hand very quickly, and a flame suddenly emerged, and she grabbed the last wooden gun in her hand!

The wooden gun was burned, and a blue flame rose. The venom applied to the wooden gun blood tank was burned by the flames and did not exert any power.

Taking advantage of this wave of attacks, the remaining indigenous people had already posted them up and waved their weapons to greet Qian Lan's body. At this time, the commanding figure holding the stone axe was completely exposed.

"It's now!" Liu Feng finally completely put the guy's pumpkin head into the crosshair, and his fingers had already pulled the trigger. Just as he was about to hook the trigger, he suddenly felt a huge crisis behind him shrouded in him.

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Chapter completed!