The Lost Tomb : Tibetan Sea Flower

Chapter 33: Almost Dead

I was startled and immediately got up to see what was going on, but as I rushed to Fatty's side, he kicked me. I staggered and fell to the ground at the same time another bullet almost hit me in the back. It hit the candlestick on the other side instead.

The candlestick sparked and overturned on the ground, and I thought it would burn immediately, but the wick went out. It seemed that after so many years, the floor here was really safe.

There were some sparks sticking to me, and Fatty scolded me while I was flailing: "You're not smart at this age. Where were you running at this time? You should immediately get down."

"How are you? I thought you'd been shot in the head." I saw blood all over his face. "I'm worried about you."

"You don't have to worry about it, I don't need you to bury me even if I'm dead. I have many good friends to send me off." Fatty said, covering his temple with one hand. I told myself that his head shouldn't be split open, otherwise the words wouldn't be said so smoothly.

"Where am I from? It's not so easy to snipe me. If it weren't too fucking cold here, I would have been able to dodge." Fatty said, "Back when I was in school, I was a famous 'Chinese pork roll that couldn't be hit'."

I looked at his temple and saw it was really just a scratch, thinking to myself that the other party's skill was really poor. He couldn't even hit Fatty directly on the head.

Fatty went on to say: "In places that are prone to sniping, those of us who are mixed up in this circle always keep our heads moving. This is called preparing for a rainy day."

It's true that Fatty does shake his head when talking normally, but after thinking it over for a moment, I figured he must be talking nonsense. This must just be a habit of his when he's messing around.

I was just about to refute him, when suddenly another shot came in. I didn't know where it hit, but sawdust scattered everywhere and Fatty and I both shrunk our necks.

"Fuck, is this sniper blind? We're being shot at from all sides. Is he not afraid of exposing his position?"

"No, you see, the candle was extinguished. The window paper here is too thick so he can only shoot according to the shadow on the window. Since we fell down, he can't figure out where we are. If something moves, he has to shoot."

"Isn't it safe now?"

"We can't lay prone like this forever. Listening to the shot just now, the sniper is very far away from us. It's too cold here and if his fingers are stiff, he'll miss. But those who can shoot so far away from us are definitely not rookies, so we can't casually take risks. First, lie down and let him freeze for a while."

"Who the fuck is it?" I said, "Didn't those Germans let us go? Were we allowed to go because we're two moving targets?"

"It's too easy for those Germans to kill us, so it's not them. If it was the Zhang family, all of them are skilled and won't resort to sniping. The role of snipers is generally to beat more with less. We have two people here. If there were more than five snipers over there, they wouldn't need to snipe at us and could just come in and fight. We're not rivals anyways." Fatty used his clothes to cover the place where the bullet had grazed him and looked around, apparently looking for something to help our situation. "So I'm afraid the number of people attacking us is very small, or maybe even just one person. They watched us standing here alone and tried to kill us."

"Not anyone we know?" I was surprised and wondered, how many forces have gathered in this temple? As soon as I asked, there were two more consecutive shots. The bullet went through the window and came in the right direction, but it was at the wrong height and flew over my head.