When the natives at the head of the wall saw the number of enemies outside the village, everyone immediately stopped panicking. The number of enemy troops is easy to calculate, even if the natives are poor in arithmetic: because the gang is neatly arranged. Immediately, Xiao Yongren discovered that most of the enemies turned out to be old friends...... Perennial Hanging and Beating/Xingang Society Weak Chicken...... Well, a counterattack can be brewed.

As for the negligible number of people (more than 10), the people with strange iron tools are probably those outsiders. The iron weapons in the hands of these people don't seem to be very powerful—because they are not the same as the ones in the hands of the red-haired people who can breathe fire and kill people.

After the assessment was completed, Xiao Yuan's heart was settled, and on the one hand, he sent an envoy out to question the weak chickens in Xingang, and on the other hand, he ordered the people behind the wall, preparing to kill them quickly to give these birdmen a good look.

However, the traversers also thought so at the moment: hurry up and end the battle.

So when a Xiao Yuan man climbed down from the wall and walked towards the large army 50 meters away in front of the door, Han Xiaobo turned his head and whispered to Wei Yuan, who was standing aside. When the visitor walked 10 meters away, Wei Yuan bent down and pulled out a black, unpretentious M9 saber from his calf......

He didn't shoot because he was afraid that the natives would not rush out after they knew that it was powerful. The traversal who has already summed up the best way to siege the city, and now whenever they encounter a walled city, their first reaction is to tempt the enemy to rush out and do a vote.

There was a noise on the wall, well, it seems that the people of Xiao Yuan Society usually don't kill them, so at this moment the natives are full of anger at this group of uncivilized hooligans, and the next moment, the gate of the village opened, and a dragon-like Xiao Yuan Society soldiers rushed out.

AK sounded.

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There is no better gun than the AK for the savage world of the 17th century. Traversing the extremely backward logistics capabilities, encountering extremely complex harsh environments, and the enemies that can be seen everywhere charging in dense formations, all of which make the AK easy to maintain, adaptable, and powerful firepower shine; As for the accuracy of the AK, it sucks? It doesn't matter, just look at the large group of natives rushing across the street and you know that precision is not needed here.

I don't know how the heroes who hide behind the doors and windows of the usual movies survived, anyway, AK rifle bullets that can penetrate 6 mm steel plates and 15 cm bricks at a distance of 100 meters can easily penetrate the bodies of a large number of natives at this moment, and five or six guns only used up a shuttle of bullets, and the long dragon that the natives rushed out rolled back upside down, and the corpses were spread on the ground.

The reaction between life and death was the fastest, and the warriors who were still crowded at the gate of the village waiting for the charge a moment ago quickly changed their minds and shouted to close the gate of the village.

At this time, the AK exited, and the Marines' MK-17 rifles began to wield, sending a series of accurate headshots to the natives who were still standing stupidly at the top of the wall.

Sure enough, it was a quick decision, and in less than 10 minutes, the situation of the battle had changed decisively. The indigenous soldiers of the first battalion, to tell the truth, this is the first time to see the old man wielding, most of the natives are trembling a little at the moment, and their eyes when they look at Gonda can't help but be full of admiration: If it weren't for the village chief who became the maintenance president early, I'm afraid we would have been killed like this!

The battle has entered a stage of strategic stalemate.

Watching the natives close the gate and listening to the panicked shouts inside, Wei Yuan and Han Xiaobo glanced at each other, and then turned around and beckoned a few basket soldiers from the rear team to come forward.

The back basket is filled with a special explosives bag for turtles, which is dedicated after purifying the black powder by the military black workshop in the kiln area...... The boxy white cotton bag is very earthy and familiar.

Now that the few RPGs have become out of print, the smashing kiln will definitely have to be changed in other ways in the future. With the existing production capacity of Traversal, it can only be a black powder bag, but the gunpowder bag of the kiln area version still has scientific and technological content - an electronic detonator is buried in the bag, and within 200 meters, it will explode at the press of the remote control.

The structure of the detonator is very simple: a stainless steel tube the size of the little finger, a signal receiver and a disposable electric detonator at one end, and dozens of grams of high-energy explosives at the other. It's too low-tech to be saved in any wholesale electronics market if you don't take into account explosives.

Naturally, they will not use the inferior products they have saved on the market, because if they import a box of detonators, it will take a long time, and they may not be able to use them up when they smash the kiln in Guangzhou. Therefore, this batch of detonators should additionally consider the corrosiveness of the explosives stored for a long time, as well as a series of problems such as sealing, battery capacity and so on.

In the end, Cao Chuan still ordered this batch of goods from the mineral explosives company of the United States imperialism, the size of the little finger, one hundred pieces in a box, and the shelf life is 5 years.

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Wei Yuan was holding a high-tech black powder explosives bag in his hand, and Han Xiaobo had already taken out the remote control board on the side, adjusting the detonation reading according to the serial number on the detonator.

There is no doubt that as soon as Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, he dragged out Yang Er, who was half short in the crowd......

"What a hiding, what a good opportunity to show your face!" Wei Yuan smiled kindly, patted Yang Er's head, and then stuffed the explosive bag into his arms.

It seems that it is useless to be born with a sense of danger, and Yang Er, who was trembling and trembling, was holding a gift bag in his hand at this time, crying and not knowing what to do - he knew too well what this was, and he was doing miscellaneous things when the instructors tested.

Seeing that this kid didn't know each other, Wei Yuan's face tensed: "I don't respect the military order before the battle, well, 10 sticks." "When I speak, I habitually go back and touch the sandalwood stick.

Yang Er jumped out with a "whoosh". He deftly stepped over the corpses on the ground, like dodging a stinky puddle in the city of Hangzhou, his low body was full of vitality, his footsteps changed his landing point at any time, and he kept dodging the outstretched hands of those dying people on the ground, like dodging the feces on the ground and the vicious dogs that tore him; Like an antelope, the little thief Yang had already jumped to the gate of Jiaxi Village in a blink of an eye, and he stuffed the gift bag in his hand into the corner of the gate like a wooden fence, turned around and ran back.

For the powerful natives of Jiaxi Village, war is when the warriors go out to fight with the aliens, and then return triumphantly with their heads. As for the offensive and defensive battles in the villages? Not that concept. So the natives in the village are now in a mess, even if they see Yang Er clearly from the cracks in the wall, they also have a hunch that the cloth bag in the arms of this goods should not be a good thing, but they can't organize a counterattack now - the rows of soldiers on the wall have been killed.

Fortunately, there are still scattered warriors, and at the same time as Yang Er turned around and jumped out, half of his muscular shoulders were exposed above the left and right sides of the walled gate at the same time, and the next moment, two javelins were lifted out of the wall.

"Knock knock" two gunshots, one of the arms was broken into parts and flew into the air, while the other javelin was a step slower due to the sound of the gunshot, and was able to fly behind Yang Er in a scream.