Lin Qing gave him the last bullet from the pistol. The middle-aged man, like Yaap, collapsed with a confused face.

After picking up the rifle, Lin Qing's tears almost fell, it was so timely......

After checking it, Lin Qing found that the butt of the gun was a little deformed, and there were dry blood stains on it, and he was often smashed by the middle-aged man as a stick, but it did not affect the use, Lin Qing skillfully pulled the bolt.

After the car accident, Lin Qing never found the rifle, but he always carried the magazines of the two rifles.

Coupled with the original twelve rounds of ammunition in the rifle, Lin Qing had a total of seventy-two rifle bullets at this time.

"Bang bang bang!"

After an accurate single-point shot, the cannibals all fell to the ground. The twelve bullets in the gun were all continuously fired by Lin Qing.

With a sneer, Lin Qing slowly changed the magazine.

The reason why he didn't panic at all was because the people around him were all stopped by his rifle.

Whether it was the clan guards, the clan soldiers, or the chiefs, the chiefs, and even the barbarian clan, they all forgot about the battle at this time and looked at Lin Qing in shock.

It's horrible......

When the sound sounds, people die!

What kind of weapon is this?

If Lin Qing's small weapon was frightening before, because there were not many bullets, Lin Qing didn't shoot frequently, and everyone relied on the large number of people, and they could still force fear to fight.

But at this time, after Lin Qing changed his big weapon, he directly burst into more than a dozen people, and these clan soldiers and guards suddenly didn't dare to move forward, I don't know who screamed in fright first, and then everyone scrambled to retreat, for fear that Lin Qing's weapon was aimed at him.

Hum!

With the rifle in hand, Lin Qing suddenly straightened his waist, sixty rounds of ammunition were enough for him to dominate the tribe.

"I rely on ......"

The Barbarian clan and the others, who reacted, immediately surrounded Lin Qing. After the Brute Tiger Gang Battle Star was untied, he hurriedly came to Lin Qing's side.

"Brother Lin, this ...... What kind of artifact is it?

"yes, yes, how do you know a cannibal weapon?...... Looks like he won't use it himself!"

Lin Qing ignored them, now was not the time to sneer, he sneered and pointed his gun at the chief.

The chief was stunned for a moment, but his body instinctively took two steps back, and his eyes looked at the rifle in Lin Qing's hand in horror.

Although the clan guards were also afraid, their duty was to protect the chief, and at this time they could only stand in front of the chief.

Lin Qing didn't plan to shoot the chieftain either, after all, he had to think about Jaya, otherwise, he could have shot him in the head with a pistol just now.

"Chief, the weapon in my hand is called an assault rifle, and I can kill one person for every bullet I fire, do you still want to kill us?"

Lin Qing said flatly, with the rifle in hand, it gave him great confidence.

The chief's face was gloomy, and after thinking for a while, he slowly said, "Although your weapon is very powerful, I don't believe that it has no shortcomings. ”

After a pause, the chief snorted coldly: "There should be a limit to the bullet you are talking about! I don't believe it can be used for a while." ”

"Oh, hehe, you can try!" Lin Qing said calmly.

"Hmph! pretend to be a ghost! Clan soldiers, give it to me!"

……

The clan soldiers looked at each other with bitter faces, you shouted happily, you are up......

But after all, the family is the chief, and everyone didn't dare to disobey him when he spoke, and the clan soldiers were heartbroken, grabbing the spear and forcing Lin Qing and the others!

Seeing this, Lin Qing unhurriedly raised his rifle and aimed it at one of the clan soldiers.

Groove ......

Seeing Lin Qing aim the gun at him, the soldier's heart suddenly skipped two beats, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated.

"Haha!"

Lin Qing didn't shoot, seeing the other party's embarrassed appearance, Manyong and the others immediately laughed unscrupulously.

At this time, the captain of the Bing clan couldn't hold his face, peeked at the chief's gloomy face, and he hurriedly pretended to be angry and shouted: "Waste! ”

"Hmph! Good words are hard to persuade damn ghosts!" Lin Qing looked at the captain coldly and pointed his gun at him.

Hiss......

The other party was so frightened that he couldn't help but take two steps back.

People who have not been pointed at gunpoint will not feel death so truly.

But Lin Qing is not scaring people this time, in order to force the chief to give in, he can only take another unlucky egg sacrifice gun.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, the captain still looked frightened, and slowly fell to the ground, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he was still young, and he hadn't lived enough.

The captain fell to the ground, just like the spiritual pillar of the clan soldiers, and they quickly retreated in horror, looking at Lin Qing with fear in their eyes.

Lin Qing was neither happy nor sad, and looked at the chief calmly with a look in his eyes.

"Do you want to find someone?"

The chief's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak, but his eyes were just as full of fear, who would die......?

At this moment, another group of people ran in the distance.

At the head was a bearded man, probably in his fifties, with more than 100 people behind him.

This is none other than the Warrior Clan's patriarch Bekadilu, the chief's own uncle. Followed by the soldiers of the clan, except for the guards of important posts, it can be said that the remaining clan soldiers have been brought over by the patriarch. Since the scene was clearly divided into two waves of people, the patriarch saw the Barbarian clan and others at a glance.

He immediately waved his hand, and a group of people ran out of the crowd behind.

There were more than thirty of them in this group, all armed with longbows and carrying quivers.

These soldiers are the archers of the tribe.

There are not many archers in the Bing clan, they don't need to hunt, they just need to guard the house, and the bow and arrow are basically ineffective because they don't have a certain scale, so the Bing clan has always paid little attention to it, thinking that they have to rely on their own spears to work hard.

The archers stood in two rows, stretching their bows and arranging their arrows.

Lin Qing's eyes narrowed, the only thing that the other party could compete with a rifle was a bow and arrow with the same long-range attack, how could he be stupid and wait for the other party to be ready?

Lin Qing raised the rifle in his hand violently and aimed it at the archers who were preparing.

"Bump Bump Tu Tu!"

The rifle had its own silencer, and the sound was not loud, but rather a little dull, but the bullets were shooting into the bodies of the archers.

For a time, more than a dozen archers fell in pools of blood for unknown reasons.

Hiss......

The others gasped, not understanding why their companions had died if they were just making some noises on the other side.

But they weren't stupid either, knowing that it must have been done by the other party.

In this way, the remaining archers did not fire a single arrow, and fled into the back of the crowd.

"This ...... This!"

The patriarch of the Bing clan, who was just about to shout two cruel words, was also stupid at this time, he also found the weapon in Lin Qing's hand, there was a burst of fire just now, and then his subordinates were lying here, if it weren't for the blood they were all bleeding, he would have applauded the tacit cooperation between them.

(End of chapter)