Perhaps the most brutal military industry of the Republic was done by aliens, who did not want to show their devouring fangs until they were stained with the blood of the Japanese, and the three-edged military thorns that the soldiers held in their backhands were not used at all, and Mountain Eagle used his primitive bow to show why bows and arrows were called the boss of long-range cold weapons.

An arrow locked his throat, and almost all the individual bandits who were bumped into by Ling Hong's team were shot through the neck by an arrow from the mountain eagle in the first shot, taking his life and taking away his right to express his pain, and the rest could only be puffed out with his eyes sprayed with blood foaming on the ground and writhing for his life.

The movement was not small, but it was not enough to make the people in the stockade realize that danger was coming.

Therefore, when Ling Hong and his party rushed into the stockade, a bandit leader with more than 30 bandits in a hurry, obviously receiving some task, still glanced blankly at this group of strangely dressed teams several times, and then opened his mouth to speak.

"Turtle son's, someone sneak attacked." This should be what the bandit leader wants to shout the most.

However, the box cannon in Ling Hong's hand blocked his shouts back into his throat, and this time, Ling Hong and his soldiers did not let the long-range cold weapons of the mountain hunters be used in advance.

What is the concept of 21 small "submachine guns" that can sweep out 20 rounds in an instant? That is, within a radius of 100 meters, there will be at least 100 copper warheads with a speed of 400 meters per second at the same time. The distance between the two parties that accidentally collided was only more than 30 meters, and at this distance, even if it was a pig with a gun, it was estimated that it could hit one or two out of ten bullets!

While coming prepared, I was still thinking about which of the black human beings who wore bells and whistles and smeared on their faces jumped out of the clouds, and the king just let us go to patrol the mountains.

Under the frenzied fire of nearly 20 submachine guns, the scene was completely one-sided, and the 30 bandits were swept to the ground before they even had time to pick up their guns.

A trace of fear finally rose in the eyes of the domineering president Fan'er, although he had not seen the power of firearms, he could kill people more than a hundred feet away, and the range far exceeded the ancestral bow in his hand, but the mountain eagle trusted his bow more, if it was within a distance of thirty feet, he was sure that it was definitely himself who could survive, and the mountain eagle who had shot an arrow through the head of a wild boar had this confidence.

But after Ling Hong and the soldiers opened fire, Shan Ying knew very well that if one soldier held such a repeatable pistol, it would be a big deal and he would end up together, and if there were more than two of them, he would definitely die. This army is very different from the one who dares to hunt down a few bandits with spears alone with bows and arrows.

Seeing that his whereabouts had been revealed, Ling Hong also immediately ordered: "According to the previous order, in groups of three, disperse and rush forward, and shoot the bandits with guns on the spot, if they meet women, children, old and children, they are ordered to enter the house and not go out, and if they meet the leader of the bandits, those who refuse to surrender will be killed." In twenty minutes, I will purge all the remnants of the enemy in the village. ”

Because of the threat of the great enemy under the mountain, 90 percent of the bandits, including Huang Qingyuan and other bandit leaders, were busy arranging various strongholds in the mountains, in fact, there were not many bandits stationed in the cottage at this time, and the bandits just now were preparing to patrol around the village on the order of Huang Qingyuan.

It's just that I didn't expect that there were not only blind spots, but also twenty tigers were put in, and they could bite people to death when they met.

What is left in the village is really mainly the old, weak, women and children, as long as they are people, they will have relatives, which is very normal logic. As long as it is a man, there must be a woman, and the most common thing bandits do is naturally to rob the people to go back and be the lady of the village. However, what you don't necessarily encounter is that the national color and Tianxiang are particularly in line with the aesthetic vision of the bandit leader, so it will naturally become a reward for the little minions. In this era when there is no family planning and no TT, let alone having a child, it is more than enough to run a primary school on this mountain, if Liu Lang sees those children running around barefoot, he must grin and feel sorry for the old man for a long time, and even let him pay money to run a school?

After killing a few recalcitrant bandits, Ling Hong locked up all the people he could find in the cottage in the largest house in the entire cottage with a sign that read "Juyi Hall". Two soldiers were sent to guard it, and Ling Hong took the rest of the soldiers to find a position to block the attack of the bandits from the bottom of the mountain.

The number of women and children is as high as hundreds, for Ling Hong at this time, it is completely a hot potato, he can neither dare to resist and kill on the spot like ordinary bandits, nor can he let it go, a few eight or nine-year-old children threw a stone at him and smashed Ling Lian Chang's head on the spot A big bag comparable to the horns of the dragon king. For these children, Ling Hong is the enemy, that's all.

However, even Ling Hong didn't expect that it was these old and weak women and children who made the hearts of the bandits who were ready to fight against the recruit company by relying on natural dangers.

Although most of the wives were snatched up just for the purpose of hot kang heads, the baby was his own, and the old man who usually shouted made many ruthless bandits who disregarded human life like a mustard have a little more warmth when they returned to that humble little home.

What's even worse is that most of the people who can have wives are small leaders among bandits, and in modern parlance, they are the backbone of bandits.

The crisp gunfire of the box cannon rang out and could even be heard moving forward down the mountain, not to mention the bandits who were not far from the cottage.

As soon as he heard the sound of gunshots coming from the mountainside, Huang Qingyuan, who was patrolling the position with a few henchmen, his face sank, "Second brother, is there a gun in the stockade?" ”

"It seems to be, and it's the sound of barge guns, and there are quite a few of them." Huang Qingxiang listened to the constant gunshots coming from the mountainside, and analyzed it very professionally.

"Quite a few?" Huang Qingyuan's face became extremely ugly.

The shell gun is a good thing, but one can cost more than a hundred oceans, and after so many years, Huang Qingyuan has only equipped his twenty or thirty small leaders with so many guns, and more importantly, these backbones in the village are not on the mountain, and they are all preparing to fight to the death against the "regular army" who has not yet moved under the mountain.

If your own gun is not there, it is naturally someone else's gun, the enemy's gun.

When the brothers looked at each other, their faces turned pale, and anyway, it was much whiter than the straw paper used in the mouth.

Here I tried my best to think about how to take the enemy down the mountain, but before a single shot was fired, and before I could see a single shadow of the enemy, my lair was lost.

Whoever is replaced, everyone's heart should be broken.

The lair is lost or secondary, and the current ocean that has been accumulated in the past ten years hidden in the lair is even more secondary, and the key is that the back road has been broken.

What gave Huang Qingyuan the confidence to fight with the "regular army" with heavy machine guns and artillery was not only the dangerous mountain, but that he could defend or retreat, and he could fight if he could fight, but he really couldn't beat it, the big guy took something and drilled into the mountain behind the cottage, and the mountains of Heilong Mountain that stretched for hundreds of miles were not to mention hiding hundreds of them, even if it was ten times more, it would be drizzle.

But now, the back road has been cut off.

Huang Qingyuan's heart is not 10,000 *** stepping on it now, the whole is trampled over and over again by the migrating African takin herd.

It's not muddy, it's swamp