Chapter 66 The Death of Tough Man Basang 1

Three groups

Basang's eyes were filled with fierceness and he said firmly: "Never, surrender twice, and give it to the same group of enemies!"

Zhuo Muchangba didn't know that Basang was kneeling and lying on his face, just giving him a demonstration and telling him what to do when he wanted to survive no matter what.

From the moment he knelt down, Basan gave up his plan to survive.

Zhuo Muqiangba was busy helping Basang press the wound of the major artery, but the blood was flowing, and the gurgling vitality broke through the blockade of his palm and continued to pour out in large quantities.

Basang's eyes were a little dissipated. Zhuo Muqiangba was anxiously turning over the first aid kit in his backpack with one hand, and shouted: "Basang, Basang, don't sleep! Hold on!"

Unexpectedly, Basan pushed Zhuo Muqiangba's hand away and staggered to the side. The amount of blood spray suddenly increased. He took a step and sprinkled all the way.

"where are you going?"

Zhuo Muqiangba quickly supported Basang.

Basang pointed to a man-high rock next to him. Zhuo Muqiangba helped him lean over, and the bottom of the rock was soon poured red.

"Why do you care about me?

I betrayed you!"

"Don't talk nonsense..." Zhuo Muqiangba shook his hands and took out the gauze, bandage, and cotton balls, and said: "We are walking together, I will never forget what you have done.

In my eyes, you did not do anything to be sorry for us. You are the best soldier I have ever seen.

You can't fall here, we'll be almost successful, just one step away from the Temple of Pabala."

The cotton ball pressed on it and immediately turned red. When it was covered with gauze, it immediately turned red gauze.

Basanna's cold eyes finally had a warm smile, and he smiled and said, "Master Jonba, are you really willing to forgive me?"

Zhuo Mu Qiangba nodded sharply and said, "Yes, yes, I forgive you...you have to hold on!"

Zhuo Mu Qiangba obviously felt that the amount of bleeding was less, which was not because the bleeding had been effective, but because there was not much blood in Basang's body.

Basan no longer looked at Zhuo Muqiangba, leaning against the rock, his legs trembling, but he stood firmly and refused to lie down.

He looked at the fog from afar and said calmly: "As early as more than ten years ago, I should have died in the mouth of a wolf.

Living to this day with the imprint of humiliation, I have accomplished what I should do, and now when I return here, this is my destination.

Master Jungba, it depends on yourself in the future. Basang can only accompany you here."

Zhuo Muqiangba scolded: "Basan, don't give up easily! Haven't you promised your brother that you would accompany me all the way?

Don't be a deserter!"

Basang smiled bitterly and said, "Master Jungba, you can only rely on yourself when you live! All my comrades are buried here. I... I'm very happy to be here and be with them..." He remembered those familiar faces, and they smiled and lived through life and death... I'm very happy to know you, Master Jungba, took me away from this most meaningful journey.

Basang turned around and looked at Zhuo Muqiangba with a smile. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. His breathing gradually weakened and his heart gradually stopped. He stood alone against the rock wall, refusing to lie down.

The sticky blood in his hand stopped. Zhuo Muqiangba looked at Basang in shock, and saw him looking at him with a smile.

"Basan, Basan?"

He called out twice and shouted suddenly: "Basan!"

But Basan no longer responded, as if a sculpture was integrated into the rock.

Zhuo Muqiangba held the rock wall with his hands, the cold wind whistled by, the fog was everywhere, and he was the only one left between the world.

He looked at Basan's face that was no longer cold, and at the gentle smile of spring breeze. Slowly, he seemed to understand Basan's smile and said silently: "Have you found your happiness?

Basan!"

There seemed to be an echo in the wind: "Master Qiangba, when you live, you must rely on yourself!"

In the cold wind, Basan's body quickly became stiff, and he seemed to have transformed into part of the rock.

Zhuo Muqiangba picked up a pile of broken rocks and buried Basang next to the rocks. He didn't have much time to recall and grieve. He couldn't stop, he had to find Minmin and the others.

Zhuo Muqiangba integrated Basan with his backpack, and finally glanced at the pile of stones. The bloodstain was the tombstone.

He took big steps toward the depths of the fog, and the breeze was sent, and Basanna's cold voice was accompanying him: "When people live, they must rely on themselves... they must rely on themselves... they must rely on themselves!"

During the pursuit, he had something to drive away the wolf, but he didn't expect that Basang would die because of this... The cold wind held his face and the mist was blocked. Zhuo Muqiangba walked alone with the baggage of the two of them, feeling very upset and regretful.

During this period, he also took out the wolf whistle and blew it several times. However, unlike the legend, the wolf pack did not rush to help because of the call, but no wolf was willing to show up again.

Zhuo Muqiangba was not discouraged because the sound he played was still so sad and low, and did not make the loud sound that Gangri made.

Zhuo Mu Qiangba didn't expect that this wolf whistle, which looks simple and has a single blowing method, also requires unique blowing skills. If I had known it, I would have asked Gang Ri.

He firmly believed that as long as he could blow the sound that Okari made and make the call of the real wolf commander, those terrible wolves would stand on his side!

In this way, Zhuo Muqiangba walked and blew.

After about twenty minutes of touching, when he tried to blow again, there was a reaction in the fog. The sound of objects moving at high speed came from the wind. He seemed to see agile wolf coming towards him in his direction.

The fog shadow outlined a tight curve. Zhuo Muqiangba watched the figure approaching at high speed, and each time it rose and fell, it finally jumped before breaking through the fog, like a big roc spreading its wings and silhouette of the feathers. When it landed, Zhuo Muqiangba was overjoyed because it was not a wolf that came.

Several rabbits rose and fell one after another, and the person who came quickly stopped in front of Zhuo Muqiangba, Lu Jingnan!

At this time, Lu Jingnan was not wearing a backpack, and was light and simple in his clothes. His hair was loose, and he looked alert. Zhuo Muqiangba instantly recalled the first time he saw her. It was a wise eagle that was lying on the territory, a female leopard that was hiding before hunting.

After confirming that there were no wolves gathering around Zhuomu Qiangba, Lu Jingnan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhuomu Qiangba's backpack and asked, "Basanta..."

Zhuo Mu Qiangba lowered his head and said ashamed: "Sacrificed."

Lu Jingnan was not surprised too much.

After a moment of silence, Zhuo Muqiangba said, "Are you okay?"

Lu Jingnan replied: "The wolf is very cunning, we are forced to disperse.

Minmin is fine, Master Yara is with her."

Zhuo Muqiangba looked at Lu Jingnan up and down. Apart from the slightly bloody clothes and slightly messy hair, his body was clean, not to mention a gun, not to mention a knife, and said, "Your backpack?"

"It fell off."

Lu Jingnan replied calmly: "Before we dispersed, we heard wolf howls endlessly. Master Yara said that things may change, so I will come and take a look after it dispersed.

These wolves have amazing attack speed. In order to facilitate evasion, they had to throw away their backpacks. Later, they encountered several wolves on the road and used up their weapons."

Zhuo Muqiangba suddenly realized that it was Lu Jingnan and the others who heard the gathering howl of the wolf and were worried about the safety of themselves and Basang, so Lu Jingnan came to rescue alone, ran quickly all the way, and had to avoid the wolf's attack, so they had to give up their backpack.

You should know that in this environment, giving up the backpack is almost equivalent to giving up the most beneficial weapon for survival. If Lu Jingnan does not find himself, there will only be a lifeless ending in this fog.

At the same time, they also left the strongest Mage Yara, the team, to take care of Minmin.

Looking at Lu Jingnan, Zhuo Muqiangba didn't know what to say.

In fact, he could not tolerate anything he said. Lu Jingnan grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go, we must meet with the mage and the others as soon as possible. This place is too dangerous."

For some reason, Zhuo Muqiangba felt very safe when he was grabbed by Lu Jingnan.

No matter how I felt, Zhuo Muqiangba still brought the equipment he cleaned up and let Lu Jingnan take it with me.

This is the realm of the wolf. If you go barefoot, even the Iron Lady will still use their minions to tear you to pieces.

Especially the blood stains that were accidentally stained on Lu Jingnan's clothes, it was obvious that she had made ruthless moves against the wolf, and those wolf would not let her go easily.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jingnan almost chose the same equipment as Zhuomongba and Basan, holding a pistol in one hand and a knife in the other.

She put the scimitar in her hand and weighed it. She felt it was not useful. She stuffed it back to Zhuo Muqiangba, took Zhuo Muqiangba's rhino-cutting knife, smeared the hair, smiled slightly, and opened the way forward.

But in the fog, it is extremely difficult to find people, even finding the right direction. After a while, Lu Jingnan quickly found that they were in circles and the direction of their meeting could not be determined.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, they had to give up looking for a way and had to find a place to live first.

Later, Lu Jingnan found a place beside the stones, with two huge rocks squeezed together, and the rear side wall was about ten meters. It is estimated that the wolf could not go up, and there were no large obstacles on the left and right sides. More importantly, there were several dead trees not far ahead, which could be used for firewood.

The two of them rested here and started a night fire. Zhuo Muqiangba was worried about the exposure of the fire at first. Lu Jingnan told him that the fire was thrown into the fog and could not be seen within a hundred meters.

Zhuo Muqiangba talked about his and Basang's experience again, and Lu Jingnan also talked about their experiences. Many similarities are nothing more than being chased by a wolf and then being tricked by the wolf. Anyway, he didn't get any advantage.

Until the end, Zhuo Muqiangba talked about the wolf whistle, and Lu Jingnan said that she knew that she found Zhuo Muqiangba only after hearing the wolf whistle.

But when Zhuo Muqiangba said that blowing the wolf whistle could make the wolf pack retreat, Lu Jingnan fell into deep thought. After deep thought, he said to Zhuo Muqiangba with certainty: "In this way, those wolves did not act completely according to the instructions of the beastman?"

Zhuo Mu Qiangba didn't care. Regardless of whether these wolves followed the instructions of the beastmaster, Basang was dead, and he could not establish correct communication with these wolves. If he met again, what should he do if the wolf whistle didn't work?

Seeing that Zhuo Muqiangba did not understand, Lu Jingnan enlightened: "If these wolves do not obey the beast master, there must be a reason for this.

Whether the beastman didn't find the right pheromones, or the wolves didn't eat his tricks at all, in short, if the beastman could not control the wolf, Mo Jin's group would only be three people, and they were not very powerful."

Zhuo Muqiangba understood this time, yes, the strength of a beastman depends on the wolf. If the wolf doesn't listen to the beastman at all, then the beastman will be useless. Moreover, the beastman is very mysterious in itself, so he is so sure to manipulate all animals?

He must have failed, and he needs to continue to experiment. At present, it is obvious that the beastman has not found an effective method of manipulation, so Mo Jin and others are not invincible, they are still safe for the time being.

At the same time, Mo Jin and others also guarded a bonfire.

Soris looked at the dim fog in confusion, and Mo Jin said on the side: "It seems that these wolves are not as strong as you think, and they may be completely destroyed."

Masso said in a gang voice: "That's right, those guys are holding our weapons."

Soris shook his head and said, "But don't forget that if the legend is true, this is a country of wolfs. The wolves living here are not just the family we meet, but there are thousands.

Even these wolves are not scary, are there Goba people who manipulate them behind their backs?”

Soris was excited. He wanted to meet the origin of those beastmen - the Goba people. Even if he couldn't see the legendary Goba people, he could find the notes and documents they left behind and take them back for research.

Masso suddenly became interested and said, "By the way, Lord Soris, if the Goba fucks you, who will those wolves listen to?"

"Uh..." This question is difficult to answer. Soris thought for a while and said, "Each one has its own characteristics, maybe...they have a bigger chance of winning.

However, even if those wolves don’t listen to me, I have a way to make them unable to get close to us. You can rest assured that this is what you have.”

Soris is very confident.

Mo Jin also stood up and said confidently: "Don't worry, there will be no one in the Goba people.

Kahn, if you can control the wolves well, on this level, we have no enemies.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a whirring sound in the fog, two wolves jumped straight over.
To be continued...