C268 Hit the muzzle of a gun

The sky was white, and the driver of the car at the beginning of the drive saw the village with the word "tear" on the side of the house.

In order to enter the village over a high slope, the villagers had to use the earth to cover it, which did not make it difficult for the driver.

He was a professional lorry driver. He had never climbed high enough and had even made several trips to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The driver had to work overtime for the time being. He had a friend invite him over, so he drove over here for 500 yuan. So he came and gave his friends some face.

The truck slowly climbed to the top of the hill. The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly as he began to climb. The slope was unstable, moreover, the truck was carrying people, not goods. If he were to overturn it, he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison! The car carefully drove down the hill. Another 100 meters and he would enter the village. His job was to drive the car into the village.

The car had just come down the hill when there was a loud rumble and a cloud of black smoke rose. Nothing could be seen in front of them, and the car had stopped burning. The driver's ears suddenly stopped ringing. He could not hear anything, and the black smoke in front of him could not be seen. The chauffeur braked urgently, causing the laborers behind him to be almost thrown off due to the huge inertia. They were all wondering what was going on. They were being attacked!

No one attacked. The car had hit a mine.

Maybe it was because of the mine's age, but it didn't exert its full power after the explosion. It just caused a lot of noise, but this way, the left wheel of the car was also disabled.

The driver covered his ears and jumped off the car. He looked at the wheels and the hole on the ground, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, there was another loud sound, as if thunder struck in the summer. The driver saw a flash of fire high up in the village, then a gust of wind blew into his ear. He quickly crouched down, and the front windshield of the truck began to hiss. After a while he stood up and saw that the front of the car had been beaten up beyond recognition. It was all broken iron, and the pungent smell of gunpowder made it hard for him to breathe.

The driver turned around and ran.

Just as he turned around, there was another loud noise. The driver reacted quickly and crawled to the ground. He felt something on his head like it was raining. He touched a handful and saw sand, gravel, and iron scraps. The driver rolled under the car. He hated the friend who called him here. This was not a car, it was a war.

The sound of the cannon was a declaration of war.

Zhao Chuanqi also heard the gunfire, which hurt his ears. The laborer shouted and squatted inside the carriage. But there were too many people to squat. The driver braked urgently. A supervisor was sitting on the co-pilot, holding his loudspeaker and shouting: "Don't panic, get out of the car, this is a f * cking earth cannon, it's just that there's too much noise to hurt, quickly get out of the car!"

This sentence made the driver of the car at the beginning able to hear and fight with him. There was a lot of noise, but if you go f * cking look at the front, the cab of the car would be smashed apart. Luckily, I got off early, or else I would f * cking hang here!

The laborers got out of the carriages one after another. The carriages were lined up in a phalanx, those with shields in front, those with truncheons behind them. They lined up in a neat formation as they walked towards the village entrance.

At the same time, in various parts of the village, police officers dressed as laborers got off after being struck by a landmine and lined up in battle formations to approach the village.

Groups after groups of people flowed towards the village like a stream.

Ma Manager stood on top of a large truck, watching his thousands of men under him enter an attacking state, giving off the impression that he would destroy the entire village in one fell swoop. He was like a great general standing on a podium. As soon as the flag was raised, the three armies would follow his orders. He took out his binoculars and observed the enemy's position. It was a small village with a few hundred people. It could block the attack of my thousand elite soldiers. It was practically a cicada blocking a car.

There was no one in the village, but there was no proof that the village was asleep, and he had heard the deafening explosion.

A few of the older ones, just listen to the sound. What kind of trouble can they cause to my attacking troops?

There was a flash of fire in the telescope, and a cannon mounted on the high wall opened fire.

He was stupefied. With the sound of the cannons, a large number of the attacking troops fell.

They were all dead!

His telescope almost fell to the ground as a bodyguard beside him said, "It's fine. Look, they've crawled up again!"

Ma Manager was still worried. "Go and find out if there are any casualties!"

The first worker who was almost at the village entrance was bombarded to the ground by the cannon just as he was about to reach it. Fortunately, he was holding his shield, otherwise, he would have been in deep trouble. They were lying on the ground, the sounds of gunfire in their ears, and the constant firing of cannon from the villagers. They put shields over themselves, regardless of the man with the truncheon behind them.

There was no need to cover them. They turned around and ran back when the gunfire started.

Some of the slower runners had their ears scratched by the iron sand, making them the first ones to die.

Ma Manager was stomping on the command carriage. A few cannon shots already scared you out of your wits, how are you going to carry on with your work!

He also knew that it was impossible to rely on the sound of the cannons to attack. He shouted to a person beside him, "Go! Let Ol 'Nine's men take the lead. First, get rid of those cannons for me!"

The Ma Manager deployed his troops and reorganized the attack!

Ol 'Nine was a mixed head, and was known as the The elder brother of the nine. This time, he had brought no less than 200 hoodlums with him as the main force, so it was time for them to show off their might when they were obstructed.

On a cold day, Ol 'Nine wore a short sleeve, revealing a ferocious beast on his chest and arms. The unknown person thought it was a dragon, but in reality, it was one of the dragon's sons, called the Suan Ni!

The elder brother of the nine called for his subordinates and ordered them to bring more shields to rush into the village and find a few earth cannons. After getting rid of them, they would welcome a large group of people into the village.

The little leader shouted, and ordered his men to leave.

A hooligan's fighting strength was absolutely not comparable to a laborer's. Besides their boss, they were also afraid of anyone. Even if they were afraid of anyone, they were not afraid of the commoners!

Bowing low, stooping, holding shields, they charged toward the village.

After all, the earth cannon's operation was clumsy. After firing a few cannon shots and heating up, they were no longer able to fire. The villagers hastily moved the cannon to another location and hid.

The hoodlum army took the opportunity to find the village entrance and hide behind a wall!

They felt that they had hidden it well, but the truth was that they had already been discovered by the villagers. Their every action could not escape the eyes of the villagers.

They couldn't hear the sound of the cannon anymore. These hoodlums had some common sense. The cannon was used to attack long-range targets. They had already entered the village and were close range targets, so the cannon wouldn't be able to hit.

He gathered his courage and appeared on the village street with the shield in hand.

The main road leading north to south of the village was still an asphalt road. It looked rather new, and had probably been paved for only a few years.

Both sides of the street were filled with alleys, some were wide, some were narrow, and some were curving and curving; they could not be seen at first glance.

A hoodlum wouldn't dare to enter such an alley even if they had the guts.

After standing on the main road for a while, he felt no danger and let out a whistle, causing hundreds of hoodlums to rush into the streets.

Seeing that the target was gathered together, the commander at the highest point in the village looked down and nodded. The man lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, walked out into the courtyard, and lit a second kick.

Bang, bang.

The lackey didn't know what was going on as he blankly looked around.

In the houses on both sides of the street, the windows were opened almost at the same time.

The hoodlum hurriedly raised the shield in his hand. Those who didn't have a shield quickly fell to the ground, hiding behind the person with a shield.

Bang Bang... The sounds of gunfire rang out incessantly. The thugs were gathered together, and each shot could hit a target, or even several targets. The gun was an earth gun. The barrel was long and thick, compacted with gunpowder, filled with iron sand, one piece at a time. At first, the villagers didn't know how powerful their shields were, so they fired a few shots without harming them.

After reloading the gunpowder, he aimed at the delinquent's feet. The delinquent did not have boots with steel plates, but only wore ordinary shoes.

The gunshots rang out again. The lackeys who were lucky enough to survive were shot once again. They fell to the ground, wailing and wailing.

They were too busy protecting their heads. Their legs and feet had been overlooked!

Iron sand hit the flesh, causing a heart-wrenching pain.

The hoodlum threw away his shield and screamed like a pig while hugging his bloody legs and feet.

The elder brother of the nine was furious. His brothers who were prepared to take the credit were beaten into a sorry state, these honest looking commoners were simply bullying them too much. They even took out their guns to deal with his unarmed brothers.

He was furious. Originally, he had wanted to be the first person to enter the village as a commander so that he could review the first person to rush into the village. But now, the first person to charge in became the first person to suffer grievous casualties!

The elder brother of the nine magically took out a three feet long Mountain Splitting Blade. The blade was bright and the back of the knife was black, just in time to see a commoner fill it up with gunpowder. He howled, put the knife in his mouth, and ran for the wall of his house. The elder brother of the nine was an expert at training, his skills were not bad. With a leap, he grabbed onto the side of the wall with both of his hands, looking at The elder brother of the nine who was about to be sent to the hospital, he started a massacre.

With a miserable scream, the blade in The elder brother of the nine's mouth fell into his courtyard as he fell from the wall.

The two brothers rushed to the corner of the wall without caring about the flying iron sand. Seeing that The elder brother of the nine's hands were drenched in blood, he grabbed onto the glass shards on the wall.

This guy cut his hand, causing a dozen bloody wounds to appear.

The two brothers tore off their clothes and bandaged his wounds.

The elder brother of the nine was in so much pain that he didn't know who to scold anymore. He had been out for the world for more than ten years, when had he ever been so weak?

The brothers were unable to tear off the clothes, the police uniform was crafted exquisite and sturdy, just when they were at their wit's end, an item was thrown out from the wall, falling onto the ground, it was The elder brother of the nine's blade.

A lackey crawled over, picked up a knife and cut open the clothes for The elder brother of the nine to bind!

Those hoodlums crowded on the street as live targets saw their boss hiding in a corner and unable to shoot their boss.

Raising their shields to block the rain of bullets fired by the villagers, they drilled into a corner.

In the corner of the village was a pile of firewood, straw from the farmhouse, corn stalks, and so on. The hoodlum burrowed into the wood fire as if he were in a five-star hotel. It was warm and safe.

For the sake of a small corner, for the sake of a few bundles of corn stalks, the hoodlums were fighting bitterly.

Looking at his disappointing subordinates, The elder brother of the nine was so angry that he could die. What the f * ck is this? Why are all of you so crippled today! When he thought about it, his heart would start beating, and every time he thought about it, his hands would ache. It was so f * cking painful, he wanted to chop off his hands!

The villagers were laughing out loud at the window. 'Little boy, all those years ago, even the devils couldn't enter our village. You think that hiding there won't be able to control you?!'

When the hoodlums thought that they had entered the safe, they saw the figures of the villagers on top of the wall. They saw that the hoodlums on the wood haystack s on the wall were quite comfortable hiding there.

The villagers waved down below and picked up a smoking object, a torch.

This hoodlum had probably never seen any of the three empires, and there were many scenes where fire struck the red wall and the camp was set ablaze … Remember that they won't go into the wood haystack either.

Today, there was a hoodlum on fire!