Chapter 137: An Arrow of That Style
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85_85642 "Damn, what is this!" A bastard touched his bloody skull, and in addition to the smell of blood, there was a strong smell of feces, and this guy was almost sick to death. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ infoAnother unlucky ghost was hit by a lime cannonball, and the lime got into his eyes, and the whole person was like a blind man, who didn't know who pushed him, and was stepped on countless times, and passed out on the spot.
Shen Lang was speechless, this kind of "clever" cannonball can only be thought of by the pillar, but that guy has a task on his body, otherwise he will definitely die of happiness.
Shen Lang waved his hand at Wang Xiaotian, Wang Xiaotian took over the command, and shouted: "All of them, get on the bayonet, step on the cannon point and advance!" β
Where did the bayonets come from in the hands of the students, the so-called upper bayonet is the guy who picks up the mobile phone, raises the anti-riot shield, and uses the chaos caused by the "big general cannon" to quickly break through the enemy's formation.
The little kids were so excited that they raised their reinforced blast shields and steel pipes in their hands, and trotted up in the same formation as they did broadcast gymnastics.
The gunners in the back quickly shifted their positions, from different corners, to give their brothers artillery support, these temporary gunners are still very good, almost every shell can hit people, in addition to the machine made by Lao Li himself, the gunners are playing well, if this is changed to the Ming Dynasty, these little children will not be much worse than the artillery of the Shenji battalion.
Liang Fatzi gathered five or six hundred people, and was instantly defeated under the strong bombardment of artillery fire, becoming a group of rabble.
The brick shells are so hateful, if they are smashed down, they can make people's heads bleed and lose their combat effectiveness on the spot, and the most hateful thing is a gasoline bomb, a gasoline bomb can get a piece of it, and the smell of barbecue is everywhere.
"Fuck, I've turned into a roast suckling pig!" A bastard with his whole body on fire, rolling on the ground, wailing sadly, the other bastards tried their best to save their burned brothers, and the guys who were usually bullish and coaxed were now pitiful worms.
In less than half a minute, nearly 500 people escaped from the attack of Shen Lang's army, and those unlucky ghosts who had fallen behind were being greeted by the little children with steel pipes, screaming again and again, but fortunately no one was killed.
The five hundred people originally thought that they were out of the range of the opponent's artillery fire, they were too naΓ―ve, the "Great General Cannon" invented by Shen Lang was not the "Great General Cannon" of the Ming Dynasty, which was extremely heavy and extremely poorly mobile, and his Great General Cannon was very flexible, and could quickly adjust its position in a short period of time and calibrate the firing elements.
For the bastards who are farther away, the little boys are putting a brick cannonball, or two petrol bombs, and the bastards who are closer, then say hello a little more.
"Xiaotian, get in the car!" Shen Lang climbed onto the Dongfeng small truck, Wang Xiaotian jumped into the car from one side, and the car started slowly.
"Everyone, park, try to follow the back of the truck, keep in formation, don't mess up!" Wang Xiaotian shouted loudly.
"Yes!" The little kids can finally breathe a sigh of relief, with the cover of the "mechanical armored car", they can try to avoid fighting with those old gangsters who have a lot of "combat experience".
Luo Zhongliang was completely dumbfounded, "Fuck, what kind of rhythm is this, playing mechanical charge!" "This kid flashed relatively fast, if he hadn't hid behind his brother-in-law's Audi A8, he would have broken his head and bled a long time ago. Hiding in the crowd, the fat man Liang was completely dumbfounded, there is such a group fight, no, he opened a brick and smashed it at him, his nemesis Guan Tianxiang hit him hard with his body, and the brick smashed into an unlucky bastard, the person was smashed with blurred flesh and blood, and it was miserable.
Guan Tianxiang helped Liang Fatzi up, and said in a hurry: "Brother Liang, you have an idea, if you continue like this, the brothers will have to fold here!" β
Liang Fat Man gritted his teeth, he pushed the switch to Tianxiang, and roared angrily with red eyes: ", tell me to go down, get close to Lao Tzu and play to the death, and get a reward of 8,000 yuan!" β
Sure enough, there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and a few bastards who didn't want to die launched a counterattack, and under the leadership of those bastards, the bastards launched a counterattack like flowing water.
Fortunately, the little boys were wearing kelaff body armor and complete protective gear, and their formation was affected a little, and they quickly returned to normal, while several bastards fell on their side.
When the two sides were fighting, a small fishing boat on the river slowly approached the river, and more than a dozen strong men holding batons of one meter and six meters long jumped from the boat, and they launched a fierce attack from behind. The bastards were dumbfounded, and said in their hearts what kind of rhythm this is, forget about artillery and mechanical charges, and what kind of beach landing is there, and dare to play with the combination of ancient warfare and modern warfare.
Liu Zilong, who was holding a baton, took the lead, like a hungry wolf pounced on a sheep and killed in the middle of the bastards, he played a baton to the extreme, just like Changshan Zhao Zilong single-handedly intercepted the river to save Adou, every time the stick went down, there was a bastard lying down, and the others were not bad, maintaining the tactical detachment in the army, and launching an attack in an orderly manner, and soon, the gangsters who were finally gathered up were divided into several small sections by Shen Lang's men, surrounded and annihilated.
Liang Fat Man couldn't sit still any longer, he didn't hesitate to touch the smuggling vulture from his pocket, ready to open the insurance and pull the trigger. At this critical moment, a big man like an iron tower, carrying a bow and arrows diagonally, rushed out like Guo Jing in the eagle shooting.
The running pillar took the bow and arrow, galloped a horse, shot the eagle and drew the bow, and with a "whoosh" sound, the sharp arrow off the string shot directly towards the fat man.
"Oh-" Liang Fat Man screamed, the gun in his hand hit a little brother, and he knelt down in pain. Luo Zhongliang was closest to him, and his jaw was about to fall to the ground, because a sharp arrow was impartial, and it happened to be inserted in his brother-in-law's chrysanthemum.
The pillar was very frustrated, he gritted his teeth, "Damn, it's crooked again!" β
"Disarm or kill!" Wang Xiaotian shouted violently.
"Disarm or kill!" The bastards, who had been surrounded by the students and had no fighting spirit at all, put down their hands one after another, holding their heads one by one, squatting on the ground like lost dogs, waiting for the verdict of the victor of this war. The two guys saw that Liang Fatty, who was hit by JH, pressed over, and looked at Liang Fatty's buttocks rubbing a feather arrow, Shen Lang's face instantly fell, "Pillar, your fucking eyes are on your ass eyes, you shoot crookedly so closely, this month's bonus is gone!" β
"Boss, why is this, I've worked so hard!" The pillar smiled stupidly.
"Give Lao Tzu a hippie smile and be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield!" Shen Lang scolded with a smile.
"Yes!" The pillar laughed. Shen Lang circled around Liang Fatty, walked behind him, and slammed the feather arrow inserted in Liang Fatty's buttocks, "Oh-" Liang Fatman couldn't help but scream.
Shen Lang looked at the bloody arrow, and laughed: "Fat Liang, does this elegant arrow taste good?" Liang Fatzi's teeth were clucking, his eyes could kill Shen Lang more than a dozen times, he made a look of becoming a benevolent if he didn't succeed, and said with his chest straight: "Little white face, don't talk cool here, kill if you want to kill!" β
Shen Lang turned his head and shouted at the pillar behind him, "Pillar, I heard that your kid likes to pinch eggs, this fat man is handed over to you, so I'm waiting for you!" β
"Okay!" The violent pillar walked to Liang Fatman's side with great interest, a pair of big copper bells, staring directly at a certain part of Liang Fatman, and Liang Fatman subconsciously put his thighs together.
"You, what do you want to do, don't mess around!" Liang Fatzi warned with insufficient confidence that at this time, Liang Fatzi no longer had the same spirit as before, and he was clearly a poor worm.
"Pillar, let him go, he's also a man who pees his pants!" Shen Lang pointed at the puddle of water at the feet of Liang Fatzi and laughed.
Seeing this, everyone leaned forward and leaned back with laughter, Liang Fatzi even had the heart to jump into the river, but he didn't want to die yet, there was still a huge amount of wealth in his family, and there were several female college students waiting for him to go to Linxing, and Liang Fatzi, who was extremely ashamed, knelt on the ground and sobbed quietly.
An enemy with no fighting spirit, Shen Lang is not interested, "Brothers, go home for supper!" β......
To be continued.
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