The moon was dim, the stars were dull, and the scene was lit by a few torches in the hands of the bandits.

In the flickering light, seeing the black iron pineapple rolling to his feet, the reactions of several people were different.

The pair of sisters and brothers who were hiding behind Xie Yucheng, one only lowered his head and wept, and the other held a kitchen knife, trembling, and didn't notice the grenade rolling down in front of him at all.

The three or four bandits who stood beside Qiao Feiyan as cheerleaders and relatives and friends, who knew what it was, saw a black shadow running between several pairs of legs and feet, and they thought it was a nimble mouse, but instead of dodging it, they scrambled to raise their feet to step on it.

Fortunately, Qiao Feiyan, who is famous all over the world, is different, although she has never even seen a grenade with a wooden handle a few times, let alone this kind of foreign grenade. But at first glance, she instinctively sensed danger. Keen to perceive that the pineapple seeds rolling to his feet are not good.

said that it was too late, this time was fast, a good Feiyan, I saw her bending over, scooping it up, snorting, and throwing it out in reverse.

Her movements were extremely neat, without the slightest hesitation, as if she had picked up a stone casually, and she was stunned by Xie Yuzhen's children's shoes opposite her.

Xie Yucheng naturally recognized this thing at first sight, and hurriedly kicked it out, wanting to kick it into the waterlogged culvert in the eaves ditch, but because the bright light of several torches shone from behind her, when he kicked it, this thing had been bent down by Qiao Feiyan to pick it up.

Seeing this black grenade, it flew out of her palm, flew back towards the openwork window hole on the door, and with a snort, it passed through the paper, and disappeared in a flash.

I heard an exclamation in the room.

This is not over, without waiting for Xie Yucheng to cheer in his heart, the agile Qiao Feiyan turned around, and actually planned to catch the grenade that rolled down among several bandits.

What a fearlessness it is for the ignorant!

Xie Yucheng, who woke up, shouted, and a hungry tiger pounced, flew to knock her down, hugged her, and rolled behind the haystack diagonally opposite.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

There was a muffled sound, a flash of light, and several gun-wielding figures flashed in the window lattice, and then a terrible howl rang out in the house.

Outside the house, two spherical electric lights lit up, and in the loud noise, the two sisters and brothers rolled together, convulsed a few times, and then never moved again, leaving this calamitous world completely.

Three or four bandits who had stepped on the grenade as rats writhed in the lightning, made a few clicks, and fell to the ground, convulsively convulsive, howling miserably.

The torches in their hands snapped down, some extinguished, some continued to burn, but neither the momentum nor the light was the same as it had been in their hands.

Scarcoon, seven or eight paces away, was the first to notice that something was wrong, but he didn't react in time. It wasn't until a piece of splinter swept by, slashed off the torch in his hand, and extinguished it on the ground, that he came back to his senses, and lay on the ground on his stomach like a horse.

The haystacks were stirred by the air waves, swept by the fragments, splashed all over the sky, fluttered in slow motion, and scattered in slow motion.

Bang bang!

In this slow motion, Qiao Feiyan beside Xie Yucheng had already drawn out two guns, fired the bow left and right, pulled the trigger again and again, and shot directly at the door.

There was a terrible scream from the room, "What are you yelling about? Let Lao Tzu kill you again! Someone in the room shouted loudly, obviously very dissatisfied with the screaming person, "You, you, how many of you, come with me, do whatever Lao Tzu does." ”

Before the words fell, I heard a crackle in the window above the door, the window paper was quickly punctured by something, several gun barrels stretched out from the openwork window, and the muzzle of the black hole spit out long flames:

- Chirp Chirp!

- Chirp Chirp!

……

The bullets splashed like rain, as if they didn't want money, and they didn't care if they hit or not, but they hit the mud in front of the stables, and the hay stalks that were fluttering in the air just now had just recovered their strength and were ready to land slowly.

The pretty boss who was full of Luo Xiao was not willing to show weakness, and saw her raise her two guns again and shoot at the barrels of the guns on the window lattice.

The scarred civet seven or eight paces away finally came back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly did the same, only to see him get up with his hands and feet, drag the rifle beside him, and hide behind a stone pillar with a tethered horse, pull the bolt with a bang, push the bullet to load, and then take a slight aim according to the gun, "pop, pop", he finally began to shoot.

The two sides fought the fire through the door, the individual soldiers outside were good, and most of the rabble indoors were in a stalemate.

The outdoor Xiaoheping space is wide, the indoor space is narrow, and the outdoor firepower is one long and two short, and the fire is aimed at several gun ports on the window hole, and the directivity is very clear, and the window sash is rattling and the sawdust is splashing.

On the contrary, the indoor situation is not clear about the outside, and the advantage of firepower is only used to bully people.

In this way, the sound of the few lying on the ground outside did quickly cut off, but the screams of being shot were also frequently heard indoors.

In less than a minute, the room with the weapon generation difference decided to change the tactics, and the captain of the family gave an order, and several guns retracted, poof, and threw out a few black iron bumps.

Boom, boom, boom......

The deafening explosions followed.

A flash, a flash, another flash......

Suddenly, a black shadow fell into the stone manger next to Xie Yucheng's side, Xie Yucheng hurriedly lowered his body, and suddenly felt a cold on his cheeks, but the splash of water fell on his face.

Xie Yucheng waited for a while, but he didn't see the grenade in the manger explode, thinking that the grenade was either dumb or not fired at all.

I was thinking about whether to take the risk of picking it up and checking it out, when the voice of Qiao Feiyan next to me sounded: "Scar, eighty percent of the fire is dumb, go pick it up and take a look, it's like a grenade and not like a grenade, it's rare!" ”

Turning his head to look, he saw that the thirteen or fourteen-year-old scarred raccoon had come to the two of them, and was bending over and half-squatting, tilting his head, peeking behind the haystack, at this time listening to Qiao Feiyan's words, without the slightest hesitation, climbed to the edge of the stone trough, picked up a watery grenade, pondered by the faint firelight, and frowned: "It's not like a dumb fire, but I don't know what's going on?" As he spoke, there was a hissing sound, and he actually pulled a latch from it, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he handed the thing in his hand to Xie Yucheng to watch.

Why! Xie Yuzhen was taken aback, hurriedly grabbed it, threw it with his hand, and with a pop, the grenade was firmly embedded in the window hole, neither falling into the room nor falling out of the door.

At this moment, the door crackled, there was a howl in the room, and several figures rushed out with long and short guns that breathed fire.

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