On the steps in front of Longquan Pavilion, two Makqin heavy machine guns roared and spewed out two thick tongues of fire, which immediately turned against the guest and directly controlled the field.

The large-caliber bullets with a high rate of fire turned the room on the second floor of the Yijun Pavilion into a hornet's nest in the blink of an eye.

It's a pity that such a heavy fire output only lasted about half a minute.

The Makqin who was the first to fire back was controlled by several brothers under Tan Chu. The quickest reaction and the most accurate shooting.

It's just that they hung a half-intercepted bullet chain, which was left over from the battlefield west of Tanghuwei, about 100 rounds. It was these more than 100 rounds of ammunition, coupled with their quick response, that knocked the two condescending Lee Enfelds, who easily harvested human lives, dumb and directly changed the passive situation.

The other Makqin was controlled by Luo Butcher's men, who followed Lieutenant Colonel Tan's guards for more than a year, and finally got the opportunity to show their skills in the previous Tanghuwei battlefield.

In the face of the red-headed gecko's broken tail blocking position, the two of them fought with great joy, and they beat with great anger, and the steam around them was ...... But the lethality was only a handful, and in the empty reload chain, a row of guns was organized by the red letter head on the hill, and the main and auxiliary shooters of the two machine guns were directly pinned to the position.

After this play, the rest of the substitute shooters were stained with Makqin phobia, this thing is the life talisman of Lord Yama, not only asking for the life of the enemy, but also asking for the life of his own people. It's easy to carry the two big guys back to the county seat, and everyone respects these two cannon barrels, and occasionally sees them inadvertently, and they can't help but be frightened.

Yesterday, when they were ordered to place these two Makqin on the steps in front of this Longquan Pavilion, they still had lingering palpitations and trembling. But the leader of the team said that now the red head has been driven away, and the power of the major cottages has also plummeted, and even the two masters of Jiaoyun Village have been cut off by Luo Tuan, and there is no one in their cottage.

Besides, this is in the county seat, the Central Army of the regiment with guns scattered all over the square and a few nearby streets and alleys, and two Makqin are placed on the steps, which is just filling the scene, afraid of a bird?

Despite this, for the sake of safety, Luo Butcher still let Tan Chu's guards control one of the Makqins.

This arrangement turned out to be correct.

Although the Luo butcher had already been shot and fell to the ground, with Tan Chu's guards in control, the chaos in front of the square quickly changed. They hung a full bullet chain of more than two zhang long, like a crazy twisting assembly line, tirelessly transporting yellow bullets to the bullet magazine like a stone chewer.

The regiment members looked around at first, not knowing why, until Makqin indicated the direction, and they finally began to pull the bolt and counterattack.

But their counterattack was inaccurate, except for the removal of a few tiles and the screams that came out of the neighboring shops, almost all of them were fired into the sky.

The problem arose in the space of the Maxim reload chain.

The two regiments who controlled the machine gun, during the battle of the Pellet Brain, saw Tan Chu's subordinates being shot in the head by the opponent because of the control of the machine gun, and died next to the machine gun.

Therefore, since then, he has developed a good habit of shooting guns with one eye and observing the battlefield with one eye.

Because they had to pay attention to the opponent's counterattack, they had problems one after another when they changed the ammunition chain.

The deputy shooter paid attention to the second floor of the Yijun Pavilion while pulling the bullet chain out of the magazine, and accidentally touched the barrel of the gun when he put it on the machine gun.

When the shooter saw the appearance of the deputy shooter, he knew that he was very reluctant to do this face-revealing work, and at this time, he used the question to pick on this dangerous errand, so he scolded angrily: "What are you pretending? How many shots have you struck? He turned sideways, stretched out his hand and touched the barrel of the gun, and found that the barrel was only slightly warm, far from being hot.

He glanced up at the second floor of the Yijun Pavilion vigilantly, and saw that the entire wall there was full of holes, and the window leaves were crumbling, like dead leaves hanging on a spider web, so he put his mind at ease, straightened up, and pulled the chain.

As soon as the hand was on the chain, the other machine gun had just finished firing. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two crumbling window leaves in the target room, finally falling down with a click, scaring the group members who had just rushed to the door in front of the Yijun Pavilion.

Soon, several iron pineapples were thrown out of the window on the second floor, which blew up a group of fools downstairs into a wolf howl, and the trees fell and scattered, and suddenly fell apart.

Then, this highly vigilant foreshooter completely stopped his movements. Because he knows that the horns of the ox are not sharp, but the people who dare to come to Longquan Pavilion to brush the tiger's whiskers are definitely not simple.

Therefore, when the two figures of the guns flashed out of the window at the same time, the shooter had already squatted, shrunk in the sandbag fortifications, and lay down under Makqin, trembling and groping in his pockets, trying to turn out the old knife cards that still had three or five left.

Sure enough, the Makqin of Lieutenant Colonel Tan's guard has been in a state of dumb fire, and he estimates that their main and secondary shooters have been named and reimbursed just now.

This machine-gun shooter quietly waited for the happy end of the matter.

He heard the sound of cavalry passing through the square, heard the explosion of a grenade, heard the tom-tom of a high-rate rifle, heard the sound of flesh being shot and men on the ground...... When the gunfire faded away and ran to the west of the city, the surrounding area of the square finally fell silent.

Like an animal that has been hibernating for a long time, the shooter slowly poked his head out and looked around in amazement.

He found that there was a blur of flesh and blood on the top and bottom of the steps, and the sandbag fortification of Lieutenant Colonel Tan's guard seemed to have been hit by a grenade, and he saw several people, including the main and auxiliary marksman, hanging sideways around the fortification.

A one-eyed dragon wearing an eyepatch was at the bottom of the stairs, and he knew that it was a man who looked like a man who had hit him at close range, and fired three shots in a row, presumably the one-eyed dragon was not alive.

The shot Luo Tuan is gone, Lieutenant Colonel Tan is gone, and the commissioner is gone...... There were countless people lying on their stomachs in the square, and they didn't know whether they were dead or stunned, and they didn't move for a long time.

"Damn, it's so bad luck to partner with you cowardly!" The shooter glanced at the secondary shooter, who was still nesting like a dead dog, and as he spoke slowly, he took a moment to pull the chain that had fallen on the sandbag, slowly and leisurely put on the magazine, and then lowered his head to aim.

The morning sun shone obliquely, shining white on the water cylinder, shining golden on the chain that had just been pulled out of the bullet box, like a golden snake that had just come out of the cave.

Stopped, he imitated the most proud archer of the Tan Chu Guards, aimed at the broken cedar wall on the second floor of the Yijun Pavilion, and did not pull the trigger, only made a sound in his mouth:

"Tom, tom......, tom

Tan Chu escorted Luo Shaoyu into the hospital, Luo Shaoyu was shot twice, one shot penetrated through the left cheek and pierced the jaw, although it caused a terrible scene of massive bleeding, but Tan Chu knew that as long as he entered the hospital, he could save his life.

The more troublesome thing was a bullet shot into the left chest.

It was this bullet that caused Luo Shaoyu to be in a deep coma.

Tan Chu's own neck was also scratched by a bullet, he knew that it was not a stray bullet, it was just his luck.

Therefore, he did not pursue the three Assassins.

Only the attention was paid to the butcher who was shot.

The Jingwei Regiment was leaderless, and the commissioner took over the task of directing the pursuit.

The cavalry company of the Central Army was not suitable for deployment on the streets.

The commissioner was also obviously unfamiliar with the streets of the county seat, and blindly commanded, but let the three assassins rendezvous.

Two medium- and long-range accurate roll calls, a close-range Bergman submachine gun, well, and grenades thrown from time to time...... Directly let the pursuit speed of the regiment like turtle speed.

It wasn't until Old Man Luo, who heard the news and led the team, joined the battle group that the situation changed fundamentally.

Old Man Luo saw that he was familiar with the terrain and asked for half of the command.

He immediately divided his 200-odd men into four teams, one of which followed closely so that the three Assassins had no time to care; The two teams made a detour from both sides, and the other team went directly to block the West City Gate.

In addition, he immediately offered a huge reward: for killing an assassin, a reward of 5,000 oceans. Kill two, reward 10,000 oceans. Kill three, reward 20,000 oceans.

For a time, morale was greatly boosted.

Not only did the regimental members of the Jingwei Regiment actively arch forward, but even the cavalry of the special commissioner's guards were also ready to move, and their faces turned red one by one, and they were about to come forward to ask for battle, but the special commissioner's cold eyes swept over, and they wilted one after another, like frosted eggplants, and hung their heads.

Xie soon noticed that things had changed.

Throwing out a few grenades, the three of them took advantage of the smoke of the explosion to quickly rush across the long street, into the small alley, and came to a street near the West City Gate.

At this time, the three of them found out that all three of them had hung up the lottery.

Xie Yucheng and Qiao Feiyan were both bruised, one bullet slashed across the shoulder, and the other bullet grazed the arm, not in the way.

Lu Qing was shot in the buttocks, and his buttocks were red, but he still limped and bounced and ran fast.

They were confronted by two patrol officers.

The two patrolmen were patrolling near Longquan Pavilion, but as soon as they heard the gunshots, they avoided farther and farther away, but the evil thing was that the gunshots actually tracked the footsteps of the two to the vicinity of the west gate.

They hurriedly turned into the calm street.

Because the west gate was manned, they decided to bypass the street, enter the ring street under the city wall, and go back to the vicinity of Longquan Pavilion to see if there were any foreign flowers to pick up.

Xie Yucheng had noticed them a long time ago and reminded the Qiao Feiyan sisters and brothers...... The patrol officers are not from the Jingwei Regiment, so the three of them decided that as long as the other party does not stop them, they will not harm them.

However, I don't know if it was because the two poor adults misunderstood, or if the two poor adults were too timid, but when they saw an assassin, they screamed and immediately touched the gun.

The spear in Lu Qing's hand was raised and ,—— snap!

A patrolman was shot in the palm of his hand, screaming and clutching his bloody palm, jumping into a shop.

The other patrolman's hand touching the gun stopped suddenly, and Lu Qing calmly threw the gun on his shoulder, limped shoulder to shoulder with Qiao Feiyan, and walked past the patrolman.

The scary was the last assassin who frightened the patrolman the most, for the guy smiled as he passed by, his teeth white.

But he didn't smile like a paralyzed face, and his expression was extremely stiff, as if everyone owed him a thousand oceans.