"Turtle son, where are you shooting the black guns of Lao Tzu?" Huang Qinghe, who was hiding behind a big tree, gritted his teeth and roared.

The bandits looked at each other, and as soon as the guns rang off, everyone hid, and who had time to see where the guns were fired.

"Fool, go to the two of them to see his gunshot wound, and you will know the location of the black gun that hit the old man." Huang Qinghe almost wanted to vomit blood, looked around cautiously, and said sharply.

Although the gunman who did not know the direction was terrifying, Huang Qinghe, the boss, might have made the bandits feel more ferocious, and the two bandits closest to the injured bandit cowered and looked left and right to rub in front of him, ignoring the pleading gaze of the injured bandit, and directly pulled away his hand covering the wound.

The wound was on the outside of the thigh, and the bullet ruthlessly tore through a large hole like a wine cup, breaking the leg bone and rolling and severing the artery.

"I see, shit's over there." One of the bandits stood up and pointed to the opposite mountain beam.

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on the bandit's face froze, not only was the mountain beam more than a mile away from the mountain road where he and the others were, but what was even more terrifying was that he saw a puff of green smoke rising there, and then he heard a gunshot, and then the bandit fell to the ground.

In this era, rifle bullets could not travel at a speed of Mach 1 in the air, so the bandits, before being shot in the head, finally heard a gunshot and knew how they died.

Killed by a shot from 700 feet away.

"How can you hit me so far?" It was the last thought that crossed the bandit's mind.

He didn't know that in the frightened eyes of the nearby bandits, the back of his head exploded with a "bang" A large hole like a cup, and the red and white unknown substances splashed on the face of the bandit who was already a little wooden and injured in the thigh.

"What kind of mourning is the turtle son?" Huang Qinghe was furious, picked up the box cannon inserted in his waist and directly killed the howling bandit on the spot.

"Shoot, shoot Lao Tzu and kill him." While roaring, Huang Qinghe swept a shuttle of bullets towards the opposite mountain beam.

The white smoke coming out of there had clearly pointed out the location of the gunman, but the distance made Huang Qinghe unbelievable.

As long as there were guns, the bandits shot in the direction where Mo Xiaomei and Chen Yunfa were.

The situation of hundreds of rifles firing at the same time was spectacular, even if he knew that they were using cannons to shoot mosquitoes, Chen Yunfa couldn't help but shrink his neck and give a thumbs up to Mo Kitten: "Kitten, it's really a god, give me the gun, see if I can hit?" ”

"No, you stupid big guy with a machine gun, can you play this delicate job? What should I do if I break my baby? Mo Xiaomei was very arrogant and rejected Chen Yunfa's unrealistic idea.

"You forgot who taught you military regulations and battlefield knowledge along the way?"

"Hmph, what does that have to do with you wanting my gun?" Mo Xiaomei pursed her lips and asked rhetorically.

"You。。。。。。 Okay, wait and see how many bandits my brother kills for you, and you'll know how powerful my brother's machine gun is. Chen Yunfa was angry and said angrily.

If the bandit leader is a little aggressive, he will definitely not be willing to be beaten so passively, and sooner or later he will send a small team of men to chase them down. At that time, no matter how accurate Mo Kitten's marksmanship was, could he be as powerful as his machine gun with more than a dozen bullets in a shuttle?

The rifle dare not say, if it is about machine guns, Chen Yunfa dares to say that he can steadily enter the top three of the independent regiment, especially after practicing red boxing, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and the control of machine guns is even more arbitrary. Not to mention that he can see who kills whom within the effective range of 900 feet of the Czech-made light machine gun, that is a bit nonsense, in people's field of vision, an adult 500 feet away is not much bigger than a ping pong ball, let alone 900 feet, but if it is at a distance of about 500 feet, a group of bandits with rifles with a range of only three or four hundred feet, it is definitely an appetizer in his bowl.

You must know that Chen Yunfa had a glorious record of suppressing half of the Japanese squadron with a machine gun, and he didn't count the devils who fell under his machine gun, anyway, there were definitely more than ten fingers.

Naturally, Huang Qinghe is not a fool. After the bandits shot half a shot, although the other party did not shoot again, Huang Qinghe did not think that he could kill the incredible sharpshooter at this distance, even if he had hundreds of guns under his command firing at the same time, this was undoubtedly a foolish act of wasting not many bullets.

The Red Troops were poor in terms of munitions, but the bandits were not rich in this area, and each person could fire twenty rounds of ammunition as a result of taking out all the stocks on the mountain, and most of the time, the guns were used to scare the flat-headed people.

Looking at the distant mountain beams, Huang Qinghe gritted his teeth and temporarily gave up the idea of making trouble with this mysterious gunman, the boss was still waiting for his reinforcements to fight the so-called Central Army? Compared with that big thing, the small matter of dying two subordinates can only be thrown aside.

"Get up for Lao Tzu, run for Lao Tzu, get out of here, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that he can fight further," Huang Qinghe, who was hiding behind a tree with a gun, ordered with a hideous face.

The bandits hesitated to look at the other side, but no one dared to move.

"If you don't run, you will die for Lao Tzu now." Huang Qinghe took the box cannon and aimed it at the bandits lying beside him.

The bandits jumped up like an electric shock and ran forward frantically, running away may not necessarily die, but if they do not obey the orders of the boss who is known for his ferocity, they will definitely die, and the contrast between them is still clear.

"I'm your mother, and I'm going to run away?" Chen Yunfa was stunned and looked at the bandits on the mountain road who were rushing to run forward, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

This shouldn't be the style of a "self-motivated" bandit!

"Hehe, you can run if you want, but you have to leave a few people for me." Mo Xiaomei sneered and stared at the scope again.

"Bang。。。。。 Bang..... "Three gunshots rang out in a row, and two more bandits were released, and only one bandit was lucky, and when he ran, his foot slipped and fell, but he inadvertently dodged Mo Xiaomei's fatal shot.

"Damn, you wasted a bullet on me." Mo Xiaomei has been following the rough men in the army for a long time, and has also learned a lot of foul language, so he put away his gun angrily.

"They ran away, what are we going to do?" Chen Yunfa's brows furrowed, the order they received was to contain this group of bandits for at least an hour.

"If it's a straight road, I can't help it if they want to run with their lives, but it's a mountain road." Mo Xiaomei sneered, and Chen Yunfa, who was still thinking about countermeasures, glanced at him: "Let's go to the second sniper point." ”[.]