[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

When the shock wave brought by the explosion hit with flying rocks and sand, I didn't react at all, I just turned my lower body reflexively, and was thrown heavily on the ground by the Poker Bottle.

It was too close to the place where the explosives were detonated, and the strong wind made my scalp ache. Poker Bottle covered me with his right arm in front of my eyes to prevent sharp stones from hurting my eyeballs.I barely raised my left hand to protect his ear, but he grabbed it and pressed me against the ground.

For a while, I was surrounded by flying sand and rocks, and I only felt that my ears were ringing so badly that I couldn't open my eyes at all, and finally my whole head was buzzing.

The soil quality of this mountain is not solid, and as soon as it shakes, boulders fall down in blocks. When the situation is relieved a little, the oil bottle and other conditions are slightly relieved, and immediately sideways to give up a certain space. I dare not neglect, endured dizziness and quickly got up. Not caring about patting the ashes off his face, he immediately turned around and stretched out his hand to lend strength to Poker Bottle.

But this expected random pull failed to lift the Poker Bottle from the ground!I was shocked in my heart, only to find that Poker Fing's right leg was half-kneeling on the ground in a twisted posture, the inner side of the knee touched the ground, and below the knee, it was firmly stuck under a rock.

Seeing that he took a deep breath and was about to use the bone shrinkage, I didn't know how bad his leg was hurt, so I quickly stopped him and said, "Brother, don't! The bone shrinkage will aggravate the injury, let's work together to lift the stone."

That piece of rock fell off from the upper mountain wall alone, but even if there is no other pressure above it, it still looks extremely heavy. Although Poker Bottle itself is extremely powerful, when the rock is really shaken and the legs are pulled out, both of us will lose weight. Some sweat.I'm tired, but he, maybe it's in pain, it makes me feel so distressed.

The military trousers on Pokerfing's right leg were cut wide by the corners of the rock, and there was not enough light here, so I could barely see his bloody ankle by the dim headlight.After letting go, I wanted to bend down to check at the first moment, but he raised his hand to stop him immediately: "The entrance of the cave has collapsed, and it's not safe here. Let's go back first."

I was a little worried about whether the injury on his right leg would affect his actions, but Poker-Face just staggered a little when he stood up, quickly stood firm, and rushed past me to the hall where he was going.

But I knew the situation was not optimistic. After arriving in the hall, although Pokerfoil looked calm on the surface, I caught a glimpse of his blood slipping from the long wound into the military boots, and the visible cuffs of the socks had already been stained.

When I retreated just now, I thought it was troublesome, so I packed myself and Poker-Face's equipment together, and casually threw it to a guy to let him take it. Now I really regret it.I looked around and was disappointed to find that there was no fart in this ghost place except for the confiscated miner's lamp before. I could only tear it off as clean as possible on my close-fitting shirt, and simply cleaned it for Poker Bottle. Urgently bandage, don't dare to tighten too much, just stop the bleeding.

Then we leaned against the wall and sat down to rest. Except for the "rustling" sound of dust falling in the surrounding area, there was no other abnormal movement. It seems that it will not collapse for the time being.Only at this time did I gradually recover, and my brain, which had been frozen for a long time, began to function again.

First of all, considering that we don't have any tools around us, digging out by ourselves is likely to cause a larger area of ​​collapse, and we can't do thankless things in a hurry.Fortunately, there are reliable support outside, no matter how slow Fatty moves, he can always dig us out before Poker-Face and I starve to death.So now what we need to do is simple, a word, etc.

Secondly, it is also the thing that worries me the most—in the situation just now, it is obvious that someone buried a small amount of explosives at the entrance of the cave in advance and detonated it at the right time.The goal is also very clear, nothing more than three possibilities: me, Poker Bottle, me and Poker Bottle.So I'm not particularly worried about the safety of Fatty and the others. The enemy will at most restrain them. Besides, it's really ruthless. Few people are more ruthless than Fatty. I don't know who will be the unlucky one.

And I think the most difficult thing is that since the enemy has determined the detonation time so accurately, it means that he should not be far away from us, and he is sure to let us die here before the fat man rescues.Now that Lao Men's condition is not good, it's better to be careful in everything.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help turning my head to glance at the side face of Poker Face, hoping to get some clues from his expression.But during this look, I suddenly found that at some point, he had raised his head and was staring at something intently, his eyes focused on the shadows that the lights on the north side of the hall could not reach.

My night vision is far inferior to his, so I couldn't see what was there, but in the next second, Poker Face suddenly stood up and protected me behind me.We were very close, and I immediately felt that all the muscles on his body were already tensed, and he was actually in a state of extreme alert.Immediately realizing the seriousness of the situation, I drew my dagger and took a defensive posture.

The sound of clear footsteps soon came from the ear, and a young man slowly walked out of the shadow.

With the dim light of the miner's lamp, I gradually saw clearly that the man was very tall, his appearance could only be described as Zhou Zheng, and he was not at all handsome and unrestrained, but he had a very strange temperament. I have a harmless delusion.

But now is not the time to relax at all. I clearly saw a light scar on the man's left eye.

I concluded almost instantly that he was the "half-god" we could never find.

It's a pity that the visitor was not kind.