The decrepit ghost stood next to a hole in the wall with his rifle against his back, pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the alley behind the wall, and suddenly reminded Lu Hang at the opposite corner of the courtyard, "This is coming!" Then he turned around sharply and strode sideways at the same time, the horse four-ring rifle was raised at the same time, and the vision of the half-meter-square wall hole was limited, a guy wearing a big-brimmed hat had just run through the hole, and the second was running across the opposite side of the hole, only a dozen meters away while running and looking towards the hole in the wall, and the big mouth had just opened in the crosshair of the decaying ghost.

Smack-puff

With a thud, the bullet was loaded again, and the muzzle of the gun was deflected a little and pointed at the third "How dare you!" ”

Smack-poof-oops-"Right! The hole! Belch...... My legs ......"

The target ran sideways at the waist, and the shot went low, breaking one of the target's legs, and he fell into the rubble and screamed.

There was a commotion, someone outside the wall stopped in a hurry, the ghost didn't pull the bolt again, turned around with the gun and ran to Lu Hang's side, seeing that Lu Hang and the fortune teller had already turned over the opposite wall, and there was a loud landing sound behind him, so he had to take advantage of the momentum to pounce and fall into the debris under the root of the opposite wall.

Boom - crackling -

The smoke of the grenade explosion had just expanded, and the decrepit ghost got up from the smoky miasma in a panic and shook his stunned head, there was no running distance, the wall in front of him was a little high, and he was about to reroute to the side to temporarily drill the house, when a hand suddenly stretched out from the wall, and then he saw the handsome face of Balu.

grabbed this hand and jumped against the wall with his strength, and at the same time said, "Don't think that pulling me Lao Tzu is really an eight-way!" ”

"Forget it!" He shook his hand violently and disappeared behind the wall in an instant.

"...... the"

Poof—sloppy—the decaying ghost fell down heavily, and fell into the pile of debris at the base of the wall, and once again rose up a miasma of black smoke, and choked with him in pain, and was about to open his throat to curse, when he suddenly found that the fortune teller was hurrying to climb over the wall again, "More over there!" ”

Immediately behind the wall there was a rapid and violent sound of shooting, it was the sound of fast and slow machines, it was the 1932 of Lu Hang that was frantically jumping bullet casings behind the wall. Ignoring the pain of the fall, he pulled up his rifle and got up, went straight to the hole in the wall just now, pulled the bolt of the gun while running, and shouted at the same time, "Fortune telling, go to the door of the card courtyard!" ”

The fortune teller who had just landed wanted to drill into the house, but the voice of the declining ghost made him hesitate. His instinctive habit has always been to hide if he can dodge, and the dead Dao friends do not die in the poor Dao, but this time it is a Jedi, in this more than an hour of panic fighting, if there is no desperate Saburo-like Eight Roads, and a cockroach-like decaying ghost, he has already died several times in this fortune teller, and there is nowhere to hide!

Helplessly gritted his teeth, this is a little regretful, until now I have never moved the mind of picking up a gun to fight, and I still have empty hands, and now I want to pick it up, but unfortunately there is no one in this courtyard, so I had to pick up the long-handled hammer on the wall, turn around and rush to the gate of the courtyard.

The decaying ghost began shooting and cursing again and again at the hole in the wall. The fortune teller carried a long-handled hammer against the side wall of the courtyard gate, panting heavily, and his face was so gray that he couldn't even see the sweat. The location of this courtyard is not optimistic, it is impossible to get out, and grenades will fly in at any time.

Poof-A cloud of flying ash rose under the wall on the west side, and the fortune teller trembled in fright, and when he looked back, it was desperately Saburo who had crawled over from the wall again, standing in the dust and was unloading the empty shell gun magazine, replacing it with a new one, pinning the gun to his waist again, and picking off the rifle behind his back, and then walking towards the courtyard gate, leaning against the wall side of the other side of the courtyard gate, staring at the long-handled hammer in the fortune teller.

Thinking that it was these eight roads to blame, the fortune teller looked at him and muttered, "Use this to make do with this temporarily, and I'll look for something else when I'm free." ”

"Don't look for it! Now you go into the house, go and smash the western wall, go quickly! ”

"Huh? Oh! Okay, good, good! ”

The fortune teller ran into the house with a hammer, and there was another loud bang from the declining ghost, and at the same time, he hissed and scolded, "your ancestor!" ”

Lu Hang instinctively lowered his body in a half-squat, turned his head sharply, and saw that the decaying ghost had hastily dropped the gun, and pounced on the smoking grenade that had just fallen beside him, and hurriedly copied and threw it away.

Boom - as soon as the grenade was returned to the wall, the two layers of bricks on the wall were blown off the spot, and it rained broken bricks in and out of the courtyard instantly.

As soon as the sound of tearing and falling was over, Lu Hang, who was guarding the side of the courtyard gate, heard Xi Xisuo outside the gate.

"Withdraw!" It is customary to shout like this to make the decaying ghost leave the courtyard and enter the house, and the courtyard cannot be kept. The decaying ghost is also used to hearing it, the word 'withdraw' sounds simple and easy to understand, not to mention how many years this soldier has been listening to it, as long as someone says this, no matter who said it, the instinctive reaction can't be stopped, I'm really used to it!

The two men rushed into the house in disarray, and there was a bang at the door, and a grenade shattered the two broken wooden doors.

"I'll open your window!" After Lu Hang entered the door, he directly reflexively knelt and raised his gun, and snapped - a puppet soldier who tried to enter the courtyard fell on the wreckage of the broken gate.

The decrepit ghost's footsteps kept passing the shooting Lu Hang, turned to the window in the room, and slid under the windowsill to catch his breath, while pulling the bolt in his hand to suppress the bullet. Seeing that the fortune teller was in the house, he smashed the west wall with a hammer, "How did you come up with that?" ”

"Eight-way guidance." The fortune teller swiped the hammer without looking back, and it had already smashed through the light, and it would soon be able to allow people to drill through.

Bang-bang-bang...... Lu Hang shot at the gate one by one, and after the fifth shot, the decaying ghost set up a gun from the window and continued to aim at the gate, not suppressing it by shooting like Lu Hang, "I don't have many bullets!" ”

Lu Hang leaned back to the door and pressed the bullet into the chamber of the gun again, "I can even you thirty." How long will it take to tell fortunes? ”

The fortune teller slammed the wall and replied, "Right now!" ”

"After a while, I got to the house over there, and continued to smash west!"

"Hmm. Yes? ”

……

I don't know how long later, when the fortune teller collapsed and drilled through the fourth wall that he smashed out of the hole, the three eight-way came to the last room of the house on this trip, and it was also the most famous courtyard, if it was smashed again, there was an alley outside.

The decaying ghost guarded the hole in the wall that he had just drilled, and Lu Hang stuck to the window of this house and quietly observed in the courtyard, and asked the decaying ghost in a low voice, "Didn't they follow the drill?" ”

"After the second room, there was no movement. Isn't there anyone in the courtyard coming around? ”

"Nope. Not right! ”

"What do you mean?"

"They withdrew."

"Withdrawn? How can it be? ”

The fortune teller, who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, suddenly said, "I said, they still have half a base shell." This time...... You're going to use it, right? ”

Lu Hang glanced at the fortune teller, this baggage soldier is really a heart, Lu Hang estimates the shelling based on combat experience, and this fortune teller can not only estimate the shelling, but also estimate the scale, he relies on work experience, not combat experience, so his judgment is more professional.

"Prepare the artillery." Lu Hang put down the gun in his hand and raised his hand to look at his watch.

Click—the case jumps, as light as ever, the dial is white, as clear as ever, the second hand is turning, but ...... I didn't feel its clear rhythm. I thought it was because my hand was numb, but I clenched it tighter, but it was still not clear. I was at a loss for a moment, and suddenly I realized that I was actually very calm now, so calm that I didn't need to feel the rhythm.

The fortune teller tilted his head, saw that Balu by the window was holding the time, and suddenly showed an expectant expression like a prisoner waiting for execution, and cautiously asked, "How long will it be dark?" This question made the decaying ghost's gaze also turn around, staring at Lu Hang's hand holding the pocket watch, and for the first time seriously looking forward to the answer of time, not the silver value.

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