Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

The five injured people have been transported to the coast.

They have already begun to prepare to leave in a small boat.

The six of Mo Qing stood behind a tree near the shore.

"Old Mo, people are leaving soon, why are you hesitating?" Zhang Yiming frowned with eagerness on his face.

At the beginning, Mo Qing said that he was afraid that these savages would play tricks, so they remained silent.

But from the woods all the way to the coast, nothing happened.

Seeing that people are leaving now, when these savages really leave in a small boat, they will never be able to catch up.

Mo Qing took a deep breath, he also knew that every opportunity was hard-won.

Once missed, there will be no next time.

At this moment, he was very tangled in his heart and closed his eyes to think.

Close your eyes and open them again, the time is not more than one second.

"Han Ling, Lan Yan, Yu Yan, the three of you are on alert, the others follow me."

He made up his mind.

Conflict is inevitable.

If that's the case, let's make a big deal out of it.

"Go!"

Zhang Yiming couldn't wait a long time ago, when he heard Mo Qing's order, he was the first to rush out.

Mo Qing and Ayi followed closely behind.

Han Ling drew the bow and nocked the arrow, and Lan Yan also picked up the slingshot.

Lin Yuyan filled the cloth bag on the bone whip with stones.

Seeing the three of Mo Qing rushing towards the coast from the woods, the three savages who were transporting the wounded felt like they were approaching an enemy.

They immediately picked up the weapons around them, and rushed towards Mo Qing without retreating at all.

The warriors in the tribe can only move forward, not retreat!

The two sides are at war.

Mo Qing has a huge advantage here. After all, they have a large number of people and they have long-range attack weapons.

And these three wildlings had only spears.

It will not be their opponent at all.

Winning is a breeze.

"Quick battle, don't delay!" Mo Qing shouted.

He was still worried that this might be a trap for these savages.

However, the two sides have been fighting for almost 3 minutes, and they still haven't seen anyone else.

This eased his worries a lot.

Just when they were about to win a complete victory and defeat the three savages, an arrow flew from afar and passed Mo Qing's cuff.

"Lingling, aim a little bit when shooting, don't accidentally injure your allies!"

Mo Qing reminded loudly.

"I didn't shoot the arrow just now!" Han Ling shouted from a distance.

Mo Qing was taken aback, only Han Ling in their team had a bow and arrow.

If not her, then who?
"Ula!"

There was a shout in the woods.

Strong savages rushed out one by one, seven of them in total.

Seeing the arrival of their own reinforcements, the three savages who were about to be defeated immediately ignited their fighting spirit.

He began to attack Mo Qing and the others regardless of the cost.

Even if his body is covered with scars, Mo Qing must be kept.

As long as they continue to delay, when the reinforcements completely enter the battlefield, it will be Mo Qing's death.

Mo Qing also understood this truth.

"retreat!"

Mo Qing led the people to escape without hesitation.

It's just that the prey who had finally fallen into the trap, how could it be possible to let it leave like this?
Savage A held a longbow, put down the arrow, and pointed it at Mo Qing.

Bows and arrows are not exclusive to Mo Qing and others.

"call out"

The long arrow pierced through the air and flew towards Mo Qing.

"Pfft"

Mo Qing felt a pain in his back, he was shot by an arrow.

"Old Mo!" Zhang Yiming roared, his eyes were red.

"I'm fine, keep running, don't stop!"

Mo Qing endured the pain in his back and continued to run forward.

Now as long as he stops and is caught up by the savages behind him, it will be a death sentence.

Savage A didn't just bring a bow and arrow this time.

I saw four archers beside him ready to go.

He gave an order, and the four arrows flew towards Mo Qing and the others at the same time.

They are very skilled in archery movements, one arrow is shot, and the second arrow is hit.

In just ten seconds, the four of them had already shot nearly twenty arrows.

In addition, there are two other people holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other.

They also carried several spare spears behind them.

These spears are used for throwing.

The spear and the arrow flew into the sky together and fell towards Mo Qing and the others.

Under such intensive long-range attacks, Zhang Yiming was almost shot by an arrow.

Fortunately, it just brushed against his shoulder.

After the wave of long-range attacks ended, Mo Qing and the others also ran into the woods.

Lan Yan and Lin Yuyan hurried forward to support them.

"Go, there are many people on the other side, we are not opponents!" Mo Qing said weakly.

Hitting the arrow is not as easy as in the movies and TV dramas.

The bone-piercing pain makes you feel miserable, you break out in cold sweat, and you feel very powerless.

"it is good"

Lan Yan and Mo Qing were about to walk deep into the woods, but Han Ling was still in the archery posture.

"Han Ling, hurry up, they are going to catch up!" Lan Yan urged.

Han Ling's eyes were cold, and he aimed at Savage A who was standing at the back of the wildling team.

At this moment, she ignored everything around her and only had this goal in her eyes.

Let go of the bowstring, and the arrow flew towards Savage A rapidly.

This arrow is bound to take his life!

A shield intercepted the arrow.

Savage A pushed aside the shield of the shield bearer in front of him, the corners of his mouth raised, as if mocking.

Han Ling was about to take out a second arrow from the quiver, but Mo Qing stopped her.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Han Ling then withdrew his hand and fled with the others.

The six of them ran wildly through the woods.

It took nearly half an hour to get rid of the pursuers behind him.

Back to camp.

Mo Qing couldn't hold on any longer, his legs gave way and he fell directly to the ground.

Han Ling looked at him distressedly, "I'll help you take out the arrow right now."

"Don't pull it hard, it will lead to a second injury," Mo Qing reminded.

"Don't worry, I know what to do"

Han Ling had learned archery before, so he naturally knew how to deal with it after being hit by an arrow.

The arrow penetrated into Mo Qing's muscle.

Use a knife to cut off the arrow shaft first, and then cut the wound to facilitate the removal of the arrowhead.

This process is very painful, after all, the wound is cut without anesthesia.

Mo Qing bit a branch to avoid biting her tongue because of the pain.

The knife roasted on the fire for a while, and then cut the flesh.

Han Ling's speed is fast and neat.

Under the present circumstances, there must be no dawdling.

Mo Qing's face was flushed and twitching, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were wide open.

The intense pain made his hands clenched tightly to the ground.

The wound had been cut open, and Han Ling used the pliers on the multi-purpose knife to pinch the arrow out.

Without the obstruction of the arrow, blood gushed out from the wound continuously.

Han Ling stuffed Mo Qing's wound with medical cotton.

Press firmly to stop the bleeding.

But it's not a long-term solution.

The arrow wound on Mo Qing's back was too severe and required debridement and sutures.

There is no needle and thread for suturing in the medical kit.

They cannot be conjured out of thin air.

If this continues, Mo Qing is very likely to go into shock due to excessive blood loss.

That's fatal.