"Blabber ~~!"
The people in the other two bushes immediately shouted. Even though Zhao Yu did not understand the Canaan language, he could hear the curses in their voices. There was also a painful groan.
Zhao Yu understood that one of the enemy thugs had been accidentally injured. This was good news for him.
"Da da ~~~!"
The other thug seemed to be a little afraid and began to shoot wildly in Zhao Yu's direction.
Zhao Yu was already injured, and the strength in his body was gradually fading. He had no strength to dodge at all. He could only lie flat on the ground and try his best to reduce the exposed area.
"Bang ~!" "Bang ~!"
Two consecutive shots hit his body. One shot hit his shoulder, and the other hit his calf.
Zhao Yu grunted and continued to play dead.
After the thug finished firing, he did not choose to reload. Instead, he threw away his rifle and replaced it with a pistol.