Chapter 4: The Heroes (Nine Seconds)

"Ping,." Lao Huanzi fell from the back of the dead horse, and the bullets in the gun chamber shot into the sky without any suspense.

"The boss." The minions didn't care about besieging Ruyunlong again, and rushed forward to sacrifice their lives to save their master. When they pulled up the old Huanzi who was so dizzy that he was again holding another horse's back, they found that Ruyunlong had broken through the siege and narrowed his distance from his gang leader to half an arm away.

"Help,,." Lao Huanzi had no courage to resist. He pulled the reins and fled. His confidant rushed up, blocking the road, blocking the road, blocking the knife, and was chopped into two halves while he was unwilling to let Zhiyunlong approach his gang leader. Zhao Tianlong rushed several times in succession, but was blocked by the other party at all costs. When he was angry, he suddenly heard a gunshot. Lao Huanzi, who was protected in the crowd, screamed again and fell from the horse's back, with blood flowing from his shoulders.

"This time, I'll see how you run," Zhao Tianlong rushed forward with a laugh, raised his sword and chopped a bandit who refused to give way down the road. The bandits around him took the initiative to jump off their mounts and formed a flesh-and-blood shield around the place where Lao Huanzi landed. They fought to the death. More bandits around rushed over, spreading their teeth and claws, in order to lure the attention of Ruyunlong away from his gang leader and give the guards time to rescue them.

"Ping,,." The fatal gunshot sounded again, piercing the neck of a bandit blocking Zhao Tianlong's horse. Then, the fourth and fifth shots were fast and accurate. The gun was killed. A gap appeared in the flesh shield. Zhao Tianlong squeezed in. Lao Huanzi covered the wound on his shoulder and rolled on the ground. While avoiding the trampling of the yellow horse, he begged for mercy loudly: "Give up, Master Long, please spare me, I was forced by the yellow beard, I was forced by the yellow beard."

"Who forced you when you do evil?" Zhao Tianlong waved his sword without hesitation and sent Lao Huanzi to the eighteenth level hell. The surrounding minions immediately turned red and rushed over like a madman, swearing to avenge his boss. Zhao Tianlong's left arm was already injured. Every time he moved, it hurts heartily, but he had to deal with three or four sabers at the same time. He was forced to sweat. Lao Jiu and another brother of the Black Wolf Gang protected his back tightly, and did not retreat. The three of them were completely trapped in a siege. There was no companion around and could not find any support.

At this moment, a light machine gun abandoned by the bandits of the Golden Eagle Gang on the battlefield suddenly sounded, "Dada, Dadada, Dada..." Several consecutive shots swept through a large number of minions blocking Zhao Tianlong's horse.

"Light machine gun--" The minions under Lao Huanzi were completely desperate and turned their heads blankly. They happened to see Zhang Songling's round and fat face, "Dada, dada, dada..." The bullets swept in a certain rhythmic rhythm, putting them one by one to the ground.

"You, you can even use a machine gun." Lao Jiu swung his knife and chopped over his side. He was frightened by two bandits. He turned around and shouted at Zhang Songling. The latter's accurate marksmanship is a well-known fact. The cold guns that helped him and Zhao Tianlong at critical moments must have come from the latter. However, the operation of the rifle is very easy to master. Whether it is the water bead or the 38th cover, the aiming method is basically the same. The difference is only in range and basic performance. Anyone who has been simply trained can get started quickly with a rifle, but the operation of the light machine gun is much more complicated than that of the rifle, especially the Japanese's crooked light machine gun. The two shooters under Huang Beard previously cooperated with each other and failed to exert half of their power. Unexpectedly, this thing came to Zhang Songling's hands, but it was like a big smoker who sucked enough opium and instantly changed.

"Over there, you guys rush over there, I will use a machine gun to cover you." Zhang Songling couldn't hear what Lao Jiu was saying, and gestured to him and Zhao Tianlong from afar, "Over there, kill him from the side and help the Zhou family with help. There are too few brothers around him, and Huang Beard refused to fight him hard..."

Before he could finish his words, a small group of bandits rushed over to grab the machine gun. Zhang Songling quickly turned the gun and pulled the trigger. "Dada, dada, dadada--" The sound of dot shooting sounded again, and in a blink of an eye, the team was cut off half and blood was flowing all over the ground.

The remaining half of the bandits refused to retreat and continued to rush forward with a tough bullet. The light machine gun was too dangerous in the hands of the "Military Military Commission agent". They had to take it back as soon as possible. Even if no one on their side could use it well, they could not let this thing pour bullets on their heads.

"Go back and help." Zhao Tianlong saw that Zhang Songlin might be in danger, so he took Lao Jiu and another brother to kill him without hesitation. Their skills and riding skills far exceeded those of the enemy, but he was too many of them, so he stopped this and couldn't stop that. Finally, he opened his eyes and watched more than a dozen war horses running towards Zhang Songling.

"Looking for death." Zhang Songling cursed in a low voice and quickly adjusted the angle of the muzzle, "Dada, dada, dadada--" The wicked light machine gun seemed to have life in his hands, with a distinct rhythm, knocking down the bandits rushing down one by one.

"Crack!" After a whole bucket of bullets, the light machine gun entered a dormant state again. The three bandits who were lucky enough not to be hit by the bullet were overjoyed and tried their best to hit the stirrups, only running to Zhang Songling's forehead.

Zhang Songling quickly put down the machine gun and grabbed the 38th Great Guy. This time, there were no shortage of bullets in the gun. When the Japanese designed it, they planned to let the wavy handle and the 38th Great Guy share the same type of ammunition. In addition to the five bullets in the bullet compartment, there was also a whole box next to him.

The war horses rushed closer and closer, and the bandit in front of them had already raised the knife with a grim smile. Zhang Songling pulled the trigger at the bridge of his nose without hesitation. "Ping." The bullet directly punched the man's head, and the body was rushed backwards from the back of the war horse, landing on the ground, smashing a piece of red mud.

The other two bandits were stunned for a moment, and a long howl in their throats, "Ah, ah, ah," like two crazy beasts, staring at their red eyes and attacking them from left to right.

Zhang Songling simply abandoned the gun, jumped from the car, stopped and shrank his head. He rolled directly under the car like a huge ball of meat. Two encircled men cut the air with their sabers, but they were unable to hold their mounts in time. They ran for more than twenty meters by inertia, and then they quickly turned the horse's head back and started a sprint again.

Zhang Songling would not give them the chance to swing their swords again, and took out the box cannon from his waist and reversed his wrists, "Table." "Table." "Table." "Table." "Table." "Table." A string of bullets quickly flew out and hit the chests of the two bandits, almost knocking them into sieves.

Blood flew up with grass clips, splashing Zhang Songling's head and face. He quickly wiped it with his hand, then calmly jumped onto the carriage, stepped on the front of the crooked gun with his feet, opened the cover of the loader with his left hand, clamped up five magazines with his right hand, and added them to the bullet bucket one by one, then stretched out his hand and slapped it hard, pressed the bullets neatly, and moved them back to the cover of the bullets.

The movement that originally required two shooters to complete was completed by him alone, and there was almost no stagnation in the middle. Lao Jiu, who rushed back to rescue, was shocked and blurted out his questions, "You can do this too."

"A few days later." Zhang Songling responded very naturally. Do you think he would use a crooked handle at all? At that time, the 26th Route Army Special Forces, especially the special forces before the first reorganization, almost everyone would use light machine guns. When they were just pulling one up, they could replace the original main shooter and deputy shooter.

"How to fight next?" Zhao Tianlong's amazing move to his good brothers was no longer surprising. He pointed to the battle group ahead and asked for advice loudly.

"The four of us go and beat the yellow-bearded slap." Zhang Songling pointed the machine gun at the flank of the battle group and said quickly: "Leave one person to load the bullets for me, and the other two people detoured from the side. Later, I will use the machine gun to open the way. The detoured people will see the opportunity and attack the central army from the side."

"I'll stay." Lao Jiu admired Zhang Songling so much that his eyes shone, jumped off his mount, and volunteered.

"There is also a complete machine gun over there. Take him over and fill it with bullets." Zhang Songling nodded and adjusted the muzzle neatly. After all, there were too few people around Zhou Heitan. He no longer had the previous momentum when advancing. Jiang Hulu was too cunning. He would rather lose face than to distance himself from Zhou Heitan. He would never give the latter a chance to fight with him. To make up for this number of disadvantages, using a machine gun to open the way is the only way. Although Zhang Songling himself thought of this method just now, he might not be very mature.

Seeing Zhao Tianlong and another brother gradually approaching the battle group and gradually meeting the enemy, he pulled the trigger steadily.

Dada, dada, dada, dada——” The bullet flew out with a clear rhythm, creating a gap in the enemy group two hundred meters away, from point to surface, from narrow to wide.

Lao Jiu ran over with another intact light machine gun, leaned his body on the carriage, imitating Zhang Songling's previous actions, and loaded ammunition clumsyly. Before a bug bucket was filled, the machine gun had been snatched by Zhang Songling, "Stop loading this." The latter pointed at the empty light machine gun, and then put the thorn that had just been snatched from Lao Jiu's hand, and spit out the fire snake again.

The short shot, the long shot, and then the short shot, the continuous shot, the bandits surrounded by yellow beard like an iron barrel quickly poked several holes. The seriously injured rolled in a pool of blood, and the slightly injured wailed. The bandits who had not been affected by the bullets were pale. The two warred. At this time, they seemed to understand a little, why the old Japanese Fujita had such a high reward for Iriyunlong and the fat man beside him. These two were simply a pair of Tianxia stars. When they met one, their power would immediately increase ten times.

When the deadly sound of the shooting finally stopped, all the bandits were glad to take a secret breath. However, before they could finish the sucking, the steel knife of the Jiyunlong had already cut to the top of his head, like a flash of lightning, slashing a crack in the already-defeated team and pointing directly to Jiang Hulu's head.

Drunkard's note: The third update will be presented, and if nothing unexpected happens tomorrow, it will explode.
Chapter completed!