/./ Chapter 8 Rong Ji (Seven Up)

"Yes." The teenagers whispered in response. Because of the nervousness. His voice trembled slightly.

The woods became unusually silent. Outside, the sound of horses' hooves in the wilderness suddenly became louder. It's getting closer and closer like a torrent. Someone is scolding and complaining. Someone is singing an unknown long tune in a low voice. There are people who neither want to scold the street. I can't sing either. Just tearing his throat open. He howled like a wild beast." Oh.. Oh.. Whew.."

"Whew.. Oh.. Whew.."" Oh.. Oh.. Whew.." The echo reverberated repeatedly in the open field. It seems that there are countless packs of hungry red-eyed steppe wolves. Crowds rushed to the woods. Winter is coming. They have to hurry up and fill their stomachs with fat. So the fat and lean who will not pick and choose the food. They don't have a concept of ethnicity. I don't know what courtesy, righteousness and shame are. The purpose of life is simply to be fed. When they die, they will also become meat in the mouths of other beasts.

Wolves howled. The temperature of the morning sun slowly gets colder. The bleak sun shone on the dew-sprinkled grassland. The whole grassland is as sparkling as the sea. The waves rise and fall. There was a solid black three-pronged ironhoof horse emerging from the bottom of the sea. Shaking his head. Puffs of white smoke erupted from his nostrils. Immediately after. Two more horses. Together with the rider on horseback. It's as pure black as the night.

More war horses have entered the field of vision of the teenagers. or black. Or dark gray. Like a bunch of lost ghosts. Behind the ghostly horse thief. It's five devil soldiers dressed in grass green. Chest and back. Go to one's head.

There were twenty-six enemies in total. Twenty-one of them were horse thieves. The total number is more than four times that of the Japon. They are fierce in the face of their own people. Turned his head to look at the devil. The whole face turned into a ball of cow dung with laughter. The devil who led the team, Wu Chang Ono Jiro, was smoked by this feeling of being a human being, and his body fluttered a little. Point to the distant woods with a horsewhip. Shouted in stiff Chinese and asked: "Mao Jun. The Izumo Dragon Land may be hiding in the woods. You land. Do you dare to go in and get him out?"

"Taijun just wait for my good news." The leader of the horse thieves who was called nodded his head. I'm afraid that the response will be slow and leave a bad impression on the devil. Sooner or later, the Japanese will have to sit down. He wants to seize the last chance to win a wife and a shadow.

"Taijun, you can just look at it. What into the clouds dragon across the river dragon. In the hands of our brothers. It's not like they're all going to be bugs." The horse thieves around are not willing to be left behind. Slap your chest with a snapping sound. It's as if he's never heard of the prestige of the Irumo Dragon. There was no fear in his eyes.

The trails of horses' hooves on the grass have re-coagnised dew. That means that Izumo Long and the others have passed at least an hour. Against an empty wood. Of course, don't be afraid. Don't worry about being knocked down by that sharpshooter from a distance of dozens of feet.

How did Ono Jiro, who was sent to supervise the battle, know the wishful thinking of the horse thieves. See these guys are all fearless. I thought Junji Fujita's reward incentive worked. Immediately gladly pointed to the woods." All of them. Forward."

"Forward. Capture the dragon alive." The horse thieves responded loudly. Urging the mounts. The black pressed ground and threw himself towards the woods. Although the formation is chaotic. But there are a lot of people. It also looks quite impressive.

It only took a little over three minutes. They were already in rifle range. The teenagers were so nervous that their palms were sweating. They all asked Zhang Songling with their eyes. Hopefully he would have given the order to open fire sooner . lest the horse thieves rush too fast. So that everyone has no time to stop it.

Zhang Songling just shook his head slightly. and no longer reacted. He's seen a much bigger charge than that. The twenty-odd horse thief couldn't affect his mind at all.

He had to wait for the best time to make a move. The difference in strength between the enemy and us is too great. He didn't shoot it. One shot. It is necessary to disrupt the command of the other party. Create the perfect counterattack opportunity for Zhao Tianlong's side.

Zhang Songling refused to give the order. The two teenagers armed with box guns did not dare to shoot casually. Watch the horse thieves and the Japanese thieves yell. Getting closer and closer to the woods. Closer and closer. Three hundred meters. Two hundred meters. One hundred and fifty meters. One hundred meters. Eighty meters. Seventy, sixty. Fifty-five, fifty. Time suddenly flies very slowly. The image in front of me was torn into countless pieces by the sunlight falling from the sky. Blue sky, green grass, white dew, loess, black horseshoe, gray bandits, grass green devils. Suddenly. The shattered picture merges into one. Quickly magnified in front of the eyes of the teenagers. They could already see the white smoke coming out of the nostrils of the warhorse. They could already see the black fur on the bandit's open chest. They could already see the smug eyes of the little devil Captain Wu.

Their hearts twitched. Stopped beating. And then all of a sudden it was back to work." Bang bang Just when they were about to be knocked to death by their own hearts. The sky and the ground trembled violently. Heavily guarded by the horse thieves, a pen-thick blood hole appeared between the eyes of the devil commander in the center. The angry bullet is still alive. Brains and plasma flew out of the back of the devil's head. Splashed the horse thief who followed all over his face.

"Fire." Zhang Songling's order followed closely into the ears of the teenagers. It's like a needle in the sea. The teenagers, who were already soaked with sweat, immediately shivered. Hold the box cannon with both hands. Pull the trigger at the same time from a distance of twenty meters." Dangdangdang. Dangdangdang. Dangdang....... "No one still remembers Zhang Songling's advice before the battle. The bullets in the box cannon were empty.

Such a way to shoot. Of course, there is no guarantee of accuracy. But the crossfire formed by the two box guns . Still caught the horse thieves off guard. The three horse thieves who rushed to the front didn't have time to snort. There were four or five holes in the men and horses. A fountain of blood splattered out of the hole. A brilliant red mist formed at the edge of the woods.

Red mist rolls around. The other horse thieves who were shouting and rushing forward were stunned. Scrambled to tighten the reins. Trying to control the mount. Where is it too late. At least four thieves were led by warhorses. Stumbling into the woods. Then step on the tripwire that has been arranged in advance. Even people and horses fell more than ten meters with a bang. Or crash into a tree trunk and get knocked unconscious. Or plunge headlong into the traps full of sharpened stakes. It was pierced into a broken sieve.

The teenagers were nervous because they were too nervous. And let out a terrible scream. I used to listen to the old partisans tell stories about the destruction of the enemy. They all wanted to be on the battlefield right away. Pull the trigger. Kill one enemy after another with your own hands. Prove yourself to be a true man with the blood of your enemies. When you see your own eyes the enemy covered in blood rolling and struggling in front of you. They suddenly realize that they are not as brave as they imagined. Especially the teenager who was arranged by Zhang Songling at the left firing point. I saw a large living person suddenly turn into a bloody corpse under his nose. Instinctively chose to close his eyes. The cartridge in the left hand trembled. It just can't be filled in the box cannon.

The horse thieves at the edge of the woods shifted their mounts away. While dodging the danger of hitting a trap. While looking for opportunities to turn the buck. A horse thief who had just pulled his mount saw a flaw. Duanping old-fashioned water beads. Aim quickly at the teenager." Ping-pong!" Zhang Songling grabbed a moment before the horse thief pulled the trigger. Shoot off the mount. Then turn the muzzle. Quickly use the crosshair to hook up another horse thief who shoots into the woods. Knocked the man's head to shreds.

"If you don't want to die, open your eyes for me. Don't embarrass the guerrillas." He shouted. Wake up two stupid teenagers. A fourth bullet is fired at the same time. Broke the arm of the third horse thief.

"Yikes.." The two teenagers who were woken up by Zhang Songling screamed. Stuff the new magazine into the box gun. Flip the right wrist. Pull the trigger again frantically." Dangdang. Dangdangdang. Dangdangdangdang----- "Strings of bullets flew around the woods. Hit the sawdust everywhere. The horse thieves were frightened by the dense gunfire. I can't figure out how many people are hiding in the woods. Don't dare to linger anymore. Offset mounts. Rushing out of his pocket.

"Ping-pong..."Zhang Songling pulled the trigger steadily. Shoot the fifth bullet. At a distance of less than twenty meters. Shoot your target in the back. There was no chance that he would miss at all. A ghost soldier who was blindly retreating into the woods with the horse thieves was shot in the heart. Screaming and planting the warhorse. Three other devil soldiers were close to him. But no one dared to jump off their mounts to help. Take care of yourself and lower your body. Pouting ass. Flee for your life in embarrassment.

Poor riding. The image of them running for their lives is particularly comical. Two teenagers with box guns were amused and laughed. Almost forgot about the tension. Replace the pre-prepared magazine with the barrel again. Aim at the back of the little devil and keep firing.

Zhang Songling dropped the empty 38 big cover. Grab an old water bead. Xu Xiaoniu, who was specially responsible for loading ammunition, immediately pulled the bolt of the gun. Scrambling to reload the magazine. There is no effort to guide the movements of the teenager. Zhang Songling used water to find the most daring of the horse thieves. Shoot it off the mount from behind. Then I changed it to a water bead. Use the crosshair to trap the boss of the horse thief. Before this man tries to regroup his team. Snipe it accurately.

"Big boss. Big boss." The horse thieves screamed. Don't dare to stop to check the life and death of your leader. Speed up and run away.

"Sharpshooter."" The sharpshooter is in there, too." The screams of chaos came and went. All the horse thieves slammed their mounts in the lower abdomen desperately. Stay away from the woods. Stay away from the death trap.

Mao Eighteen, the big boss who led them to the Japanese, died. Ono Taijun, who was in charge of supervising the battle, was also shot in the head by the sharpshooter for the first time. The guys keep tossing. What's the point.. It's nothing more than filling in a few more lives. Just make that sharpshooter in the woods even more brilliant.

Sacrificing oneself for the sake of others. Horse thieves never do that. Not to mention even if they want to keep struggling. There is no hope of turning defeat into victory. Almost at the same time that they had just pulled out of the woods. Zhao Tianlong took four guerrilla teenagers. Rush into the battlefield from the side of the woods. First aimed at the horse thieves and the devils and fired a round of guns. Then drop the gun. Draw out the snow bright broadsword.

"Kill devils." The yellow huss carried Zhao Tianlong lightning past a devil. Where the knife light falls. The head of the man flew up more than half a foot high.

"Kill traitors. Kill the traitor!" The teenagers followed behind Zhao Tianlong. With a sharpened machete. Say hello to the horse thieves. No one dared to turn around and fight. Whether it's a vicious horse thief or a high-spirited devil. At this moment, they all turned into frightened wild deer. In addition to running for his life. Don't dare to do anything else.

The three teenagers who followed Zhang Songling's side. He also rushed out of the woods with a gun. At this moment. They have completely forgotten about the nervousness. Forget about fear. They are like lions that have just grown up. Sharp teeth that show in the sun. Tear apart all creatures that dare to stand in their way. Majestic-looking.