The beach was as silent as death, and five dead people, some of whom had half of their brains removed, some of whom had bloody holes in their eyes, and some of whom had half of their faces blown away...... Red, red, white and white flowed all over the ground.

The worst death was Buhe, the bullet drilled into his neck, exploded, and the arteries, esophagus, and flesh were cut off inch by inch, and blood spurted out several meters high. The huge head loses its support and twists to the side in a weird and terrifying pose......

The dead cannot speak, and the living cannot speak. Ma Nanchun, Shi Yang, the fisherman's girl, and Ding Xiaoqi are all stupid.

Snap, the gun fell to the ground, and white smoke curled from the muzzle.

Zhao Lie never thought that he would be able to shoot five enemies in a semi-ring shape three meters away in a row without cutting his hands back, and all of them would be headshot. What kind of bullet is so terrifying? Is this still a homemade black gun? Either way, however, the enemy died, and he and all his companions were able to live.

The first to wake up was not Ma Nanchun, nor Shi Yang, but the new attached sergeant who was beaten all over the ground by Zhao Hunt. The guy wiped the blood on his face, jumped up like a rabbit, and ran away from it.

Zhao Liegang wanted to chase, but Shi Yang shouted: "Let me come." "Stepping on the cloth and the Mongolian knife left on the ground with his heel, squatting down and backhand strokes a few times, the rope is broken, and the Mongolian knife is picked up and chased, which is extremely fast.

If the escaped new sergeant is a rabbit, Shi Yang is a hound. In the blink of an eye, he chased after the new sergeant, threw the knife out of his hand, and hit the sergeant in the back. The sergeant screamed and threw himself down to the sand, his wounds gushing with blood, and he could see that he was no longer alive.

When Tu Laosan reappeared triumphantly with a few sailors and miscellaneous servants, he saw six corpses that were worse than one death, including his god-like master Bu and his master. And behind the six corpses, there were five murderous blade-wielding men and women.

Tu Laosan was stunned for a moment, and the sailors and miscellaneous servants behind him were frightened and scattered. Facing a series of fierce eyes, Tu Laosan's feet fell to the ground: "You heroes spare your lives......"

The sailors and miscellaneous servants did not succeed after all, and they were all intercepted by Shi Yang. However, the Mengyuan Baihu had already gone away with a boatload of booty, leaving only Bu He and a few other newly attached sergeants to clean up their heads and tails. I didn't think about it, but I was cleaned up by the people they regarded as slaves.

Zhao Lie was glad and couldn't help but choke, because it was Bu He who killed Ding Laohan, but it was the Meng Yuan Baihu who gave the order, and he was the real culprit!

Meng Yuan Baihu only left a passenger boat that could carry more than ten people and some of the loot that could not be loaded, the original intention was to let Buhe take the prisoners back, which cheapened Zhao Lie and others.

Ma Nanchun went on board to take stock of the seizures, Shi Yang supervised the sailors and handymen to bury and dispose of the six corpses, and the Ding family sisters and brothers grieved to collect their grandfather's body.

Everyone was busy, only one was sitting on the reef in a daze.

Zhao Lie.

Everyone who was busy, including the sad Ding siblings, would glance at that back from time to time, but no one dared to disturb him. If Zhao Lie was just an ordinary victim at the previous moment, then from the moment he killed Bu and the following six people, his image was suddenly covered with a mysterious aura.

What's that loud noise? What kind of artifact was that one that killed six powerful enemies? Who is he? All kinds of questions are entangled in everyone's hearts, and no one dares to ask.

At this moment, Zhao Lie is carefully placing the "artifact" on his lap.

The May Fourth military pistol, a red classic pistol. The whole gun is made of metal, 196 mm long, the empty gun weighs 0.85 kg, the barrel is 116 mm long, the muzzle velocity is 420 m / s, it is extremely powerful and penetrating. And the production cost is very low, the structure is simple and strong, can adapt to all kinds of harsh environments, is a very practical weapon, and it is also the most common pistol in imitation guns. Because the grip is cast with a black five-pointed star, it is called a "black star" on the underworld. However, from the perspective of excellent workmanship, the handsome at hand is by no means an imitation, but a genuine product.

Zhao Lie took out the magazine, which was empty. If you do the math, the magazine can hold eight rounds, one in the barrel, for a total of nine rounds. However, in order to maintain the elasticity of the spring, the box is usually not filled, and six to seven rounds is the normal amount. Obviously, the leader of the black guns was loaded with six bullets, one that killed Lao Yan, and five more, no more, no less, just enough to kill five enemies.

Zhao Lie secretly pinched a cold sweat, it was so dangerous, one less one, the outcome was unpredictable. In addition, what kind of bullet is this, and it is so powerful.

A powerful pistol crosses with him and reverses the situation of certain death, which is a good thing, but a pistol without bullets is not as good as a wooden stick, what can it be used for holding it in your hand?

Zhao Lie shook his head and smiled bitterly while stroking the gun, chicken ribs, chicken ribs...... Wait, the pistol was picked up by Ding Xiaoqi, it seems that he said it last night, and it is in the back mountain. If you go and see, you might be able to find a bullet or two, so you can defend yourself.

Back at Ding's house, the sister and brother had almost finished their funerals. Poor families, in the war years, birth, old age, sickness and death are not so particular. After changing Ding Laohan's clothes and weeping, with the help of Zhao Lie and others, he was carried into the coffin that Ding Laohan had already prepared, and carried it to the mountain to be buried.

Zhao Lie was inconvenient to disturb Ding Xiaoqi's guard, asked where to pick up the gun, and walked to the back mountain alone. He hadn't gone far when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him. When I looked back, it was Ding Xiaoyi.

The young man panted as he ran: "Brother Zhao...... Wait for the tile, the tile will take you. Ding Xiaoqi broke a few teeth, his speech leaked, and the word "I" sounded like "tile".

Zhao Lie stopped and said, "But you want to guard the spirit......

"My sister said that she kept watch by day and tile by night. Then let Wa lead the way for Brother Zhao, saying that the artifact was so powerful, it must be very important, and let Wa definitely help Brother Zhao find it...... Yes, what is Brother Zhao looking for? ”

Zhao Lie plucked out his ears, and was a little tinnitus by the word "tile". Waiting for Ding Xiaoqi to run closer, he patted him on the shoulder: "Looking for bullets...... Well, it's a projectile, something that shoots out of this gun to take the life of the enemy. ”

"Guns? This artifact is also called a gun? Ding Xiaoqi looked curiously at the revolver inserted in Zhao Lie's waist, which was completely different from the knife and gun he imagined.

"Yes, it's also called a gun, but this gun is not another gun. It's called May Fourth...... Well, you can just call it Black Star. ”

"Black Star, it's majestic. Brother Zhao, why is it called this name? ”

"See this five-pointed star? Well, this is ......."

When he came to the place where Ding Xiaoqi picked up the gun yesterday, this shy and clever teenager had already explored the performance of the pistol. In the excitement, he couldn't help but find a few bullets to test his power.

"Look, Brother Zhao, it's right there."

A slope with more rocks than grass, and a shallow gully with a murmuring stream winding down it.

The place where Ding Xiaoqi found the pistol was by the creek, and he was fetching water at the time. According to Ding Xiaoqi, the source of the creek is a large stone pit, and there is a gap on the edge of the pit, and when it rains heavily, the water in the pit will overflow and flow down when it is full of water, forming a stream, and the water source of the entire island depends on this shallow stream.

Next, the two of them rummaged through the surrounding turf, not to mention bullets, and they didn't even see metal shavings.

The sun shadow slanted to the west, and the tired two found a shady place and leaned against the stone wall in frustration. Ding Xiaoqi plucked the grass stems, unhappy.

Zhao Lie also just wanted to try his luck, and it was reasonable to not find it, looking up at the sky, he didn't see a bird, but he saw a vulture in the air.

Zhao Lie asked casually: "Are there vultures on this island?" ”

Ding Xiaoqi shook his head: "No." I heard Brother Shi say that it was raised by Tartars. ”

Looking at the vultures that swooped into the sea from time to time, thinking of the countless floating corpses, Zhao Lie's heart tightened, as if he was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, and he was unspeakably uncomfortable.

Shaking his head vigorously and slowly calming down, Zhao Lie saw that Ding Xiaoqi was still depressed, and was about to comfort a few words, when his eyes fell, and he saw a pool of stagnant water under the shadow of the stone wall, and his heart suddenly moved.

"Xiaoyi, has it rained heavily in the past few days?"

"Yes, it was down in the morning, it was quite big, but it only lasted for a short time......"

Zhao Lieteng stood up: "Let's go, let's take a look at the big stone pit." ”

It is about 100 meters from here to the big stone pit, and the mountain road is difficult to walk, and it takes about ten minutes. Ten minutes ago, Zhao Lie only wanted to pick up a few bullets, and ten minutes later, what he saw was...... A hill full of munitions.

Centered on the large stone pit on the top of the mountain, it is full of various materials: steel, copper, aluminum alloy, machinery, oil drums, and a large number of finished and semi-finished firearms...... These materials are not scattered all over the place, but are sorted and stacked neatly.

Zhao Lie was stunned, and it took more than ten seconds to come back to his senses, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and blurted out: "Isn't this the stolen goods from the black gun den?!" ”

Yes, this scene is too familiar, the first thing he and Lao Yan saw when they entered the black gun factory through the tunnel was the scene in front of them. The difference is only one in a cave and one on the top of a mountain, and each is in a different time and space. Time and space are different, only the materials are still the same, and even the placement has not changed.

Wait, all the materials in the warehouse are there, but there is not a trace of the gunpowder warehouse in the cave...... Yes, the powder magazine has exploded. Maybe it was this huge explosion that blew up the connection point between the two planes and sent him to this plane along with the black gun factory in the warehouse.

If it weren't for the fisherman's girl who rescued him, if it wasn't for Ding Xiaoqi who happened to pick up the pistol that was washed down the stream by the rain, if it wasn't for Zhao Hunt to kill the murderous Yuan soldiers who broke into the island, the Yuan soldiers would have sailed away after killing and robbing all the fishermen on the island. These unattended arms may eventually be extinguished in the sun and rain year after year.

There is a definite number in the dark.

Zhao Lie let out a long breath, strode to a pile of tall wooden boxes, picked up a steel machete from the ground, pried open the first box, and opened the grass, inside which were double-barreled shotguns that emitted the smell of engine oil; Pry open the second box, and there are shotguns; The third box was pried open, and it was full of brass bullets.

Zhao Lie stretched out his index finger and picked up a bullet, squinting at the sun, yes, it was an imitation 7.62mm Tokarev pistol cartridge, the standard configuration of the May Fourth pistol. As soon as he put down the bullet, a vertical safe caught his attention, and it didn't take much trouble to crack the code and open it - a Remington M870-1 pump-action shotgun jumped into the pupil.

There is such a collection!

Zhao Hunt grabbed it in his hand and checked it repeatedly. This is an improved version of the M870-1 shotgun with a pistol-type grip, polymer stock, phosphating metal surface, oblique crosshair, adjustable notched door mechanical sight, and a rotating laser sight at the muzzle area. The elongated tubular magazine holds seven rounds, and the saddle-shaped cartridge collector on the left side of the receiver is inserted with six 12-caliber shotguns.

Zhao Lie clicked and clicked all six shotguns into the magazine, pulled and pushed the bolt, and the bullets were loaded. With both hands on the flat rest, the butt of the gun firmly against the shoulder, looking in all directions, he suddenly turned around and asked Ding Xiaoyi: "If you are given a gun, which is the gun in my hand, what do you want to do the most?" ”

Ding Xiaoqi was shocked from the first sight of the mountain of munitions, and he was stunned until now, Zhao Lie's question made him excited, and blurted out: "I want to kill the Tartar and avenge Grandpa." ”

"The Tartar who killed your grandfather has been beheaded, and your revenge has been avenged."

Ding Xiaoqi clenched his fists hard, and his eyes spurted with hatred: "That Tartar leader." He not only harmed Grandpa, but also Jiang Abo, Fifth Uncle He, Aunt Li Qi, Ah Ju, and Gou'er, all of whom were poisoned by him. I—I'm going to kill that evil tartar!" ”

Zhao Lie was silent and turned his head to aim.

The vulture that was hovering in the air was grabbing a piece of carrion from the sea, so that it could fly towards the island, probably looking for a place to rest and eat a large piece of food.

Bang!

With a flash of firelight, a ball of blood exploded in the sky, and large fluffy feathers flew in all directions. The vulture croaked a few times, fell in a straight line, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Lie put away his gun, looked back, his eyes were calm and confident: "Okay, let's kill the Tartar leader and avenge Grandpa and the villagers!" ”