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Chapter 42 Gunpowder Rays on Rainy Days

Wang Laipin always stood at the door like a door god holding a Guan Gong knife.

The helpers rush over with a "no sound" voice, Wang Lai rushed out of his body as fast as possible, revealing Wang Youzhen and others behind him.

Give them a gap so as not to hurt Wang Laipin.

Wang Youzhen and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard the "no sound" sound in front of them.

I am not afraid of coming here, but I am afraid that the helpers will not come.

I was feeling even more nervous.

Wang Youzhen and others, who were facing this situation for the first time, kept their current actions unchanged as Wang Laipeng’s instructions.

He paid great attention to Wang Laipin's voice with great tension. As long as he made another sound, no matter what he said.

Pull the flintlock rifle immediately.

The ganghu in the corridor on both sides of the wing room is far away from the warehouse in the southwest corner.

After the initial nervousness and the fear of facing death, the emotions of the helping tigers were quickly replaced by the excitement of one hundred taels of silver.

Because the people brought by Wang Laipin were holding bird guns in their hands.

It cannot be lit on rainy days, it is just a dozen lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

That hundred taels of silver is basically easy to get.

At the command of the feces, the last few gang tigers had already brought torches to illuminate the figures of the gang tigers rushing over.

Duan Duan and the shopkeeper hid in the dark corridor of the wing room, staring at the ganghu who was shouting and rushing over.

I was in a good mood and couldn't help laughing.

On such a rainy day, the king who was holding a bird gun was dead.

Just as Duan Duan and the shopkeeper laughed out loud, their smile disappeared instantly.

All he could do was leave was shocked with disbelief.

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

In the rainy night.

Suddenly, more than a dozen gunpowder exploded dazzlingly.

The gang tiger who was about to rush to Wang Laipin and others was suddenly shot into the air by a large piece of lead.

With the sound of a series of small leads popping into the flesh, more than a dozen people helped the tiger fall down.

"Ah! My eyes."

"Brother, save me, brother!"

"ah--"

Seven or eight gang tigers died tragically on the spot, leaving the seriously injured gang tiger rolling in the muddy yard.

After Wang Youzhen and others got angry, they didn't know why, but for no reason, they were not nervous for no reason.

Immediately afterwards.

Wang Sixiong shouted a slogan: "Put on gunpowder."

The local warriors heard this order for some reason and subconsciously began to load gunpowder and lead ammunition.

After seven or eight breaths.

Wang Sixiong shouted again: "Get angry!"

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

There was another continuous gunshot, and more than ten flames exploded on the rainy night.

At the same time, the yard was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The helpers were flintlocked on the muddy ground in shock because of the first flintlock rifle, and were wet with heavy rain.

All became living targets.

More than a dozen other gang tigers fell to the ground, and several seriously injured gang tigers let out miserable wails.

A snap of your fingers is very short, only ten seconds.

It was not until the helpers fell to the ground that Wang Youzhen realized that he wanted to load lead bullets and looked at the surrounding people who were well-trained and continued to load lead bullets.

I felt that before going to the battlefield, I still had to train some things into muscle memory.

Wang Youzhen just sighed that the feces and ganghu were awakened by the second wave of flintlock rifle, and there was only panic left in his heart.

There is only one thought in my mind.

Could it be that it’s a ghost, how could a bird gun get angry on a rainy day?

Still twice!

Could it be that the two of them have not woken up yet?

What happened next told the two of Duan Duan and the shopkeeper that they are now more sober than anyone else.

The tigers cried and shouted at their parents and turned around and ran away. It was raining and the ground was too slippery, and they ran away in panic.

I haven't had to wait for Kanghu to take a few steps, and I even just turned around.

There was another burst of gunfire.

The only twenty remaining gang tigers fell down again after the flintlock gun with the power of shotgun erupted.

More than forty gangsters.

Just within three snaps of the fingers.

Less than five people were left.

There were only five gang tigers who escaped from the range of the flintlock rifle like wild dogs.

Five gang tigers rushed towards the arch gate with their lives and rushed towards the only way to live to the outer courtyard.

Who knew that Wang Laipin happened to run to the door, holding the Qi family knife in his hand.

He turned his face, gasped slightly, staring at the five gang tigers who had already become jealous.

The hand raises the knife and falls.

He killed five gang tigers with just four swords, ending their evil deeds of oppressing the people.

While Wang Laipin ran over to kill the gang tiger, Wang Youzhen and others also drew out the Qi family's sword and Yan Ling's sword and rushed towards the feces and shopkeeper.

All this happened so quickly, less than a cup of tea.

I even saw a scene that went against common sense, which impacted the cognitive concept of the feces and the shopkeeper.

Until Wang Youzhen and others rushed to the front of them, Duan Duan and the shopkeeper were still thinking about something in disbelief.

Bird guns could get angry on rainy days.

This is a common sense that has been formed over the past few hundred years, just like a woman giving birth to a child.

Wang Youzhen and others did not see who was who, but just saw two figures vaguely.

Without any hesitation, he cut the two of them down to the ground with a random knife.

The manure and the shopkeeper died until they died, and the thoughts in their minds were exactly the same as those who helped the tigers.

How could a bird gun get angry?
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