Big Mouth agreed with Beard's words, and he grinned deliberately, but he quickly looked at me again, which clearly meant that you are the leader of the gang, and you can only count if you make a decision.

I didn't answer, just waved my hand and told him to do it.

"Order!" he crouched down again, swinging the grenadier vertically.

Beard had always been interested in grenadiers, and he leaned over at this time, wanting to take the opportunity to learn from Big Mouth.

Big Mouth said some technical terms and taught the beard some essentials. Beard studied very seriously, and he also said, "I think I'm quite smart and easy to learn." ”

But when it was time to adjust the angle, the beard was completely unbearable.

When the big mouth asked him to adjust the distance slightly to the left by half a mao, the beard was either too much or too little.

I can see that he tried his best, and he deliberately used his strength, but in the end, even a slight force didn't work, and it couldn't be adjusted properly.

The beard lost his temper, and he didn't say anything about whether he was smart or not, so he asked the big mouth, "What angle you said, can humans do it?"

With a big mouth and a strained face, he said I can do it.

Then the big mouth replaces the beard. I also opened my eyes, his hand was too precise, and it only took one moment to get the angle right.

The beard was dumbfounded. The big mouth sighed, saying that he enlisted in the army at the age of sixteen and learned to lift a gun for two whole years.

Seeing that the beard kept shaking his head in disbelief, he made a gesture of ending the gun, explaining, "At that time, all the rifles used were obsolete or bad, and a five-pound lead lump was tied under the muzzle. It's been two years, and I've just practiced my skills. ”

I gave a thumbs up in my heart, and I suspected that Big Mouth was by no means an ordinary class of troops when he enlisted in the army, and it was not possible to link it to special forces.

Hu Zi then sighed, he originally felt that being a pickpocket was the most tiring, because after he kowtowed to the teacher, he practiced taking things from the coals, and practiced for more than a year, and now he looks at it, being a soldier is even more difficult than being a pickpocket.

I thought to myself that he would put less gold on his face, and at this time, we don't have time to talk nonsense.

I told Big Mouth to leave his beard alone and get the grenadier ready as fast as I could.

The big mouth answered, and he did it himself, which was really efficient, and it was just over a minute, and he told the two of us that it was okay.

We both crouched beside him, both behind the grenadiers.

I motioned for a big mouth to drop the bomb. Actually, I can't say why, as soon as this order was given, my heart tightened, because this order also means that death is about to arrive.

The big mouth didn't have as many distractions as I did, so he gave it a thumbs up, placed it in front of the grenadier, and corrected it again in this way. After that he took a cannonball and put it in the grenadier.

I heard a snort, and the shell bounced out again.

The snort was also a bit harsh, especially since I was so close to my beard, and my ears were a little itchy and buzzing.

My beard and I both chose to cover our ears. Big Mouth was not idle, and as soon as the shell was fired, he adjusted the angle of the grenadier slightly, and quickly loaded the second shell.

Besides, the three old poplar trees exploded intermittently.

When the third of the four shells landed on the ground and exploded, I vaguely saw a black shadow crashing into the sky.

It was two or three meters high from the ground, and it fell back again. I guess it's a person, in other words, the big mouth eyes are really poisonous, and these four shells are really famous.

Big Mouth didn't let up after the shot, he quickly moved towards a nearby tree, and quickly climbed up.

I wanted to follow along, but I didn't have the eyesight or vision of a big mouth, so I couldn't see anything when I climbed up.

During the observation of the big mouth, there was a great movement among the three old poplar trees, and I saw several black figures standing up from the pile of dead leaves, and another person falling from an old poplar tree.

These people are very unfriendly, some of them have machetes and some of them have guns. At this moment, the enemy with guns did not care about the accuracy, all held their guns and fired at us.

Beard and I were afraid of being hit by a stray bullet, so we both crouched down to be safe.

The big mouth can suppress his temperament, and when the dark shadows in the distance rush towards us, the big mouth jumps down from the tree with a swish.

After landing, we converged. "There are eight more enemies, three of whom are wounded and the other five are fine, and all five of them look like hard stubble. ”

Beard squinted his eyes fiercely, he held the shotgun in his hand, and said, "What are you afraid of, big mouth, your task is complete, and the next step is to be handed over to our brothers." ”

The big mouth stared at the shotgun and stopped, but he could actually guess that he wanted the gun. And he has been a person of special arms, and his gun skills must not be bad.

I'm thinking about it with Big Mouth at the moment. Not only did I take the shotgun I was carrying, but I waved my hand at my beard and asked him to give me his shotgun.

The beard and the big mouth looked at me puzzled, and the beard asked rhetorically, "Here you go, what do you use?"

I thought he was talking too much, so I simply snatched his gun by force.

I told the beard and the big mouth not to be idle, and quickly pretended to retreat, and as for the eight pursuers, they were all handed over to me.

I then lay down on the ground, twisting my body quickly, and burying myself deep in the dead leaves.

Big Mouth reacted quickly, and immediately understood my intentions. He shouted twice in a row, "Boss, Boss, ......."

The two bosses mean different things, but I'm not acting rashly, but I'm confident in this sneak attack.

The beard finally pulled his big mouth and forcibly "retreated" together.

I'm hiding in a pile of dead leaves. The two shotguns were placed on my left and right hands, and I had my left hand free in front of my mouth.

It was stuffy in the pile of dead leaves, but I was breathing heavily, and I couldn't get enough oxygen for a while.

I also savored every move around me. The footsteps below my feet were bearded and loudmouthed, and above my head, the stumbling footsteps were supposed to be the enemy's.

From time to time, these enemies would shoot at me, and I could tell the distance from my ambush by the sound of the guns.

About half a cigarette had passed, and the enemy was getting closer to me, and the footsteps were becoming clearer.

I was instructed by the villain, and listening to these footsteps, I knew roughly the distribution of these numbers.

I was a little nervous and excited, and my heart was beating a little fast, but I was also pushing for it.

The footsteps passed me one by one, and it was nothing, and all of a sudden, my stomach ached.

I bared my teeth uncomfortably, and I guess some bastard stepped on me.

The bastard was also quite sensitive, and after stepping on it, he paused for a moment, and he muttered, "What's on the ground?"

His accomplice didn't think much about it, and urged, "Hey, chasing people, why the hell did you stop." ”

The bastard didn't think much of it, and ran again.

But I didn't let them go so easily, and after scolding this bastard in my heart, I sat up sharply.

I'll pick up the shotgun on my left hand side first.

I opened fire on the enemies in front of me.

At close range, the power of the shotgun is just too great. I just used all four rounds of a shotgun, and when I saw all eight of them lying in a pool of blood.

I left the useless shotgun and raised it on my right. I stood up as well.

I whistled, kind of a reminder to the beard and the big mouth.

Big Mouth responded to me with a whistling sound, which meant that he and the beard would rush back.

I took a walk around the eight men with my gun in hand. Seven of the eight died, and the worst one in particular was like a leaky pot.

I stepped on his stomach slightly, and blood spurted out of his body with countless holes.

In addition, among the eight people, there is also a survivor. The man was badly wounded, and his intestines were bleeding out.

He lay on the ground, gasping for air. He also looked at me with vicious eyes.

I strode over and stared at him.

The man looked at me for a moment, and then grinned, and a stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He also laughed and said to me, "Lao Tzu has not served anyone in his life, but you are enough to damage, I am defeated!"

I could hear it, and he spoke in a sharp tone. I asked him, "You're the fake mourning dog, aren't you?" I ask you, where is the mourning dog?"

The man still sneered, and replied, "The mourning dog has been chopped off a long time ago, and the spineless one finally relented and told some secrets!"

My heart tightened, and I hated these people all at once, because they were so poisonous.

When I tried to ask something again, the man kept his mouth shut and just looked at me with a vicious eye. I feel that he is unwilling, he was originally a hunter, but he didn't expect to be counterattacked by me, the "prey".

I guess if it were a beard or a big mouth, I would have tortured this man until he died, because I wanted to avenge the mourning dog.

But at last I was merciful, raised my shotgun, pointed the butt of it at his temple, and struck hard.

With a click, the man's eyes were red and bulging outward. He was killed instantly.

I said to him, "You can't save your injury even if you send it to the hospital immediately, but instead of this, I'll give you a good time, let's go, brute!"

Then I sat down on the floor, pulled out my cigarette and smoked it.

After the beard and the big mouth rushed back, when they saw this scene, especially when they watched me spitting smoke rings with a tense face, the beard didn't react much, and the big mouth was different.

He took out an incredible posture, and after he studied it, he sincerely praised me and said, "Helper, good marksmanship." I've fucking heard the insiders say you don't know guns, and now that I look at them, they're all stupid. ”

I just smiled casually. I also snuffed out my cigarette and asked them to find a weapon to use on the spot.

Beard has a penchant for shotguns, so he picks up another shotgun from the dead body. As for the big mouth, he found an old-fashioned revolver.

He skillfully fiddled with it, checked it to make sure it wasn't broken, and then stuck it in his lower back.

We didn't stay any longer and left together. We went straight to the cemetery, I wanted to take all the information or evidence, and then we would go back to Yicun and find a way to get a car to leave!

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