After the smoke flooded every corner of the house and spread along the windows to the outside of the house, Meng Yan opened his magic eyes and found that several people had already prepared their guns and groped for the door of the wooden house.
Meng Yan estimated that these people probably misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he was going to rush out under the smoke and fight guerrilla warfare with them in the forest against the trees.
But it's not a big problem.
Meng Yan took a deep breath and raised the gun in his hand.
The world around him suddenly slowed down. Through the smoke, Meng Yan's eyes were aligned with the sight and the enemy's head, and he immediately pulled the trigger.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."
"Fire! Fire in that direction!" A militiaman outside the house saw the muzzle flash rising from the bullet fired in the smoke, and quickly pointed in that direction and said.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a roaring bullet pierced the center of his eyebrows, and the whole person immediately fell backwards.
Immediately, the bullets that whizzed by seemed to have eyes, and they accurately hit everyone's eyebrows, without missing a single bullet.
Those who originally thought about raising their guns made some moves with their hands, but then fell into a pool of their own blood.
After just ten seconds, the gun in Meng Yan's hand was empty of bullets, and the entire battlefield fell silent.
"Huh? Why is there no movement?" Old Wu and Laowang were preparing to wait for Meng Yan's gunfire to stop and break out with a few people. However, as Meng Yan's gunfire stopped, the fire outside also stopped.
Come down.
There was silence inside and outside the entire cabin, except for the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.
After Meng Yan fired all the bullets, he immediately threw the gun aside, not because he didn't know how to fire the gun, but because his shoulder couldn't bear it anymore.
After all, he was not a professional soldier. Even though he could use the magic pupil to accurately aim at every target, after a series of continuous shots, Meng Yan felt that his shoulders were about to be blown away by the recoil of the gun.
"Meng Yan, how are you? Are you injured anywhere?"
Wang Jianyi approached Meng Yan and asked with concern. Before the smoke cleared, Lao Wu and his four men kicked open the door and headed outside the house.
However, after setting up the assault formation and rushing out, they found that there was no one alive, only corpses on the ground.
"I'm fine, my shoulders are just a little sore." Meng Yan waved his hand and said.
However, at this time, he could not lift his shoulders at all.
"How can it be okay? Even special soldiers like us would only dare to shoot from the waist or put on protective gear when shooting like just now. It would be better for you to just pick up the gun and shoot it against your shoulder. This will destroy your shoulder!"
"Let me take a look quickly!" Wang Jianyi said and quickly took off Meng Yan's shirt to check the injury.
"Captain Wang, wait...hiss!!"
Meng Yan grimaced in pain. When the clothes on his shoulders were lifted, Wang Jianyi saw that the area around his shoulders was all red. It was obvious that there was congestion. The skin was broken in the center and blood was seeping out from the wound.
"What the hell, I have to deal with it quickly, otherwise you won't be able to save this arm!" Wang Jianyi helped Meng Yan's other arm and shouted outside the wooden house.
"Old Wu? What's going on outside? Take cover and I'll help Meng Yan down to the bunker right away!"
"No need to cover, all the enemies have been killed!" Lao Wu's shocked voice came from outside.
"They were all shot between the eyebrows. Not one of the forty-three people survived."
Meng Yan suddenly felt regretful. The situation was too urgent just now and he just thought about using up all the bullets and retracting them, without taking this into consideration.
It would be great if someone could be left alive to extract the information from his mouth.
Lao Wang looked at Meng Yan in shock and pointed outside.
"Meng Yan, did you hit these just now?"
Meng Yan nodded.
Otherwise? Could it be that they all committed suicide just now?
"Meng Yan, are you sent here from Kyoto?" Wang Jianyi asked.
"If not, after you finish your work in northern Myanmar, do you want to apply to join us? Based on your merits and abilities, I will tell you a few words. At least you must be a lieutenant."
Meng Yan quickly waved his hand and refused: "I'm sorry, Captain Wang, I'm not interested in joining the army."
"Oh, what a pity. With your ability, if you don't enter the general class in three to five years, the lieutenant colonel will definitely not be able to escape."
Now that the crisis outside has been resolved, Wang Jianyi directly helped Meng Yan to the sofa in the cabin, took out the medical tools and applied medicine to him.
Hearing the gunfire outside ended, Zhou Yaoyao and her group who were hiding inside also came out. Looking at Meng Yan on the sofa, Zhou Yaoyao couldn't help but ask.
"Meng Yan, are you injured?"
He immediately ran over to help Wang Jianyi give Meng Yan medicine. However, taking this opportunity, Wang Jianyi handed the medicine box directly to Zhou Yaoyao's hand, pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.
Seeing Zhou Yaoyao concentrating on wrapping gauze around Meng Yan, a meaningful smile appeared on Wang Jianyi's face.
"I say, young lady, you are already so old. Don't just think about helping your father's work every day. You should also find someone to fall in love with and get married."
Hearing this, Zhou Yaoyao immediately rolled her eyes at him and blurted out: "Uncle Wang, just leave my own affairs alone. I have no plans in that regard yet."
"Really?" Wang Jianyi smiled.
"You have to be careful. It's just a provocation for someone as beautiful as you, young lady, to chase a man. While you're in your prime, don't let the one you love slip away from you."
"Uncle Wang, what are you talking about?" Zhou Yaoyao glanced at him helplessly and said. However, as soon as she saw the half-smiling expression on Wang Jianyi's face, Zhou Yaoyao immediately understood what he meant.
Immediately, two blushes appeared on his face. He turned his head away and bandaged Meng Yan's wound without saying a word.
At this time, Lao Wu and his party also walked in from outside. Without exception, they all had several guns hanging on their shoulders.
"The battlefield has been cleaned. It must have been infiltrated by people from northern Myanmar. Rifles of this quality are only used there. They are all substandard and defective products here."
Several people casually threw aside the rifles on their shoulders. Lao Wu picked up one of the guns and opened the bolt. You can see that there is still a thin layer of rust on the excitation spring.
"The firing spring is made like this and you still dare to use it. These people are really not afraid of exploding the barrel." Lao Wu complained.
"Uncle Wu, have you killed all those people?" Zhou Yaoyao, who was bandaging Meng Yan, asked.
Lao Wu said without hesitation: "We did not kill these people."
"Forty-three rifles, the firepower is so heavy that we can't miss anything at all."
