"Son of the Turtle, where are you shooting me in black guns?" Huang Qinghe, who was hiding behind the big tree, asked gritting his teeth.

The bandits looked at each other. When the guns fired, everyone hid. Who had time to see where the gun was fired?

"Idiot, go to the two of you to see his gunshot wounds and you will know where to attack me." Huang Qinghe was about to vomit blood, so he looked around carefully and said sternly.

Although the gunman who is unknown to the direction is fearful, Huang Qinghe, the boss, may give the bandits a feeling of being even more cruel. The two bandits closest to the injured bandit are timid and look left and right and rub against the front. Regardless of the pleading gaze of the injured bandit, they directly opened his hand covering the wound.

The wound was on the outside of the thigh, and the bullet ruthlessly teared a big hole like a wine cup, breaking the leg bones while rolling and cutting off the artery.

"I get it, the dog is there." A bandit stood up and pointed to the opposite ridge.

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

In this era, the speed of rifle bullets flying in the air was not as fast as Mach, so before the bandits were shot, they finally heard a gunshot and knew how they died.

He was shot to death by a shot from seven hundred feet away.

"How could I hit me so far?" This was the last thought that came to the mind of the bandits.

He didn't know that in the horrified eyes of the bandits nearby, a big hole like a cup was blown open behind his head, and red and white unknown substances splashed on the face of the bandit who was already injured on his thighs. The bandit who had already accepted his fate screamed repeatedly, crawling towards the side with his hands and feet desperately.

"What a turtle son, howling?" Huang Qinghe was angry and picked up the pistol inserted between his waist and beat the howling bandit to death on the spot.

"When you shoot, shoot me and kill him." While roaring, Huang Qinghe swept the bullets towards the opposite mountain ridge.

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

As long as the bandits with guns fired guns in the direction where Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa were.

The situation of hundreds of rifles firing at the same time was spectacular. Even though they knew they were using cannons to hit mosquitoes, Chen Yunfa couldn't help but shrink his neck and gave Mo Xiaomao a thumbs up: "Little cat, it's so amazing. I'll use the gun to me, can I hit it?"

"If you don't give it, you are a silly man who plays machine guns. What should I do if I break my baby?" Mo Xiaomao arrogantly rejected Chen Yunfa's unrealistic idea.

"Who taught you military regulations and battlefield common sense along the way?"

"Hmph, what does that have to do with you wanting my gun?" Mo Xiaomao curled her lips and asked back.

"You... OK, I'll see if you kill a few bandits for you later, you will know that your machine gun is powerful." Chen Yunfa was so angry that he said angrily.

If the bandit leader was a little enterprising, he would not be willing to be beaten passively. Sooner or later, he would send a team of people Shenyuan to chase them. At that time, Mo Xiaomao's shooting skills were accurate, could he have more than a dozen bullets from his machine gun?

I dare not say that the rifle is. If we talk about machine gun shooting, Chen Yunfa dares to say that he can enter the top three of the Independent Regiment, especially after practicing Red Fist, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Not to mention who can kill whom he can see within the effective range of 900 feet of the light machine gun, that is a bit nonsense. In a person's vision, an adult is not much bigger than a table tennis ball, let alone 900 feet. But if at a distance of about 500 feet, a group of bandits with a rifle with a range of only three or four hundred feet, it is definitely the dish in his bowl.

You know, Chen Yunfa had a brilliant record of suppressing half of the Black Hawk Army's squadron with a machine gun. He had never counted the Black Hawk Empire people who fell under his machine gun. Anyway, there were definitely more than ten fingers.

Of course, Huang Qinghe is not a fool. After the bandits shot for a while, 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 at the same time, this was undoubtedly a foolish act that wasted not much bullet.

The army of the Principal State is so poor that it is actually not wealthy in this regard. Everyone can fire twenty bullets, which is the result of taking out all the inventory on the mountain. Most of the time, guns are used to scare the common people.

Looking at the distant ridge, Huang Qinghe gritted his teeth and temporarily gave up on the idea of ​​causing trouble for this mysterious gunman. The boss was still waiting for his reinforcements to do something with the so-called Central Army? Compared to that big thing, the small matter like killing two subordinates could only be left aside.

"Everyone get up, run for me, leave here, I don't believe he can still fight further." Huang Qinghe, who was hiding behind the tree with a gun, said with a ferocious command.

The bandits hesitated to look at the opposite side, and no one dared to move.

"If you don't run away, let me die now." Huang Qinghe directly pointed his pistol at the bandits lying beside him.

The bandits jumped up like an electric shock and ran forward frantically. They might not die if they ran away, but they would definitely die if they didn't listen to the orders of the boss, who was known for his cruelty. They could still tell the difference between them.

"My mother, are you running away now?" Chen Yunfa looked at the bandits running forward in a daze in a panic on the mountain road, and couldn't help but swear.

This should not be the style of a bandit who is vengeful and has the "motivational" spirit!

"Hehe, I can run away, but I have to leave a few people behind." Mo Xiaomao sneered and stared at the scope again.

"Bang...bang..." Three consecutive gunshots, and two more bandits were released. Only one bandit was lucky. When he ran, he slipped and fell but accidentally avoided Mo Xiaomao's fatal shot.

"Damn, I wasted a bullet." Mo Xiaomao followed the rough men in the army for a long time, and learned to swear a lot, and put away the gun angrily.

"What should we do if they run away?" Chen Yunfa frowned. The order they received was to restrain the bandits for at least one hour.
Chapter completed!