This group of people is a bit more rabble than their improvised rabble. Although the number of them is only more than ten people www.biquge.info they are more than half of the official army, so they have seven knives or iron rulers.

On the other hand, the 100 thieves who were approaching were ten times the number of people but only had two or three knives, and they didn't look like knives in the hands of the officers and soldiers, strictly speaking, they were just pieces of iron. The remaining eighty or ninety people had all kinds of weapons, and some of them were even empty-handed, but when they were sent out, they picked up a stone and pinched it in their hands.

- This is the so-called rogue who frightened the officials and soldiers at the end of the Ming Dynasty and suffered a lot?

Looking at it, Wen Dao felt that the fingers that were holding the trigger were becoming more and more relaxed unconsciously.

"Childe, you must not have heard of cannibalism overseas, let alone watching someone eat a big living person in front of you. Look at them, I'm sure there's at least ten people in them who have eaten people! ”

At this moment, Yuan Chengzhi suddenly came out with such a sentence, which made Wendao couldn't help but be startled, and then the words of the officer and soldier crying before suddenly flashed in his mind, saying that he didn't want to be eaten by a pile of meat. In this way, the great famine in the northwest at the end of the Ming Dynasty still affected and spread here. Yes, isn't Hanzhong, the most troublesome, on the shore of the Han River?

Ahh

Poof-

With a few sudden sounds in his ears, Wen Dao looked up and just realized the danger, he felt a hot splash on his face. When I touched it, it was hot blood.

Unconsciously fluttered, he hurriedly looked to the side, but a soldier was suddenly pierced through the chest by a long bamboo spear. Blood splattered, and he fell on his back with a pair of unwilling eyes.

Immediately afterward, something suddenly rolled under his feet, and when he looked down, it was the head of another soldier, and the flesh and blood rolled towards the low-lying place again.

Vomit –

Wen Dao didn't realize that his stomach was churning, and he had just retched twice in his mouth, when he found that the ground under the miserable white afternoon sun suddenly reflected seven or eight figures, rushing towards him. At the same time, there were several sounds of quarrels in the ears as if no one was around:

"Damn the black egg, that head was cut off by Lao Tzu, what the hell are you robbing!"

"What's yours and mine, Lao Tzu is Lao Tzu when he grabs it!"

"Hey, why does this young man in front of him look so white?"

"Yes, my heavenly grandfather, who still has fine skin and tender meat, it must taste amazing!"

"Okay, okay, Zhao Blind said that he wanted to leave one question, then leave him alone, and the others were all cut off-"

As the words landed, I saw three figures chasing the falling head, and the remaining five people slowly surrounded, staring at the knife in unison, laughing and laughing, while stretching out a pair of black claws like catching chickens, it seemed that they were going to capture him alive.

This time, Wen Dao didn't even think about it, and when he picked up the pistol, he hit Dangdang five times in a row, and the five guys didn't scream, they fell to the ground, twitching and turning themselves into "dead chickens" bouncing on the ground.

Hearing that something was wrong, the three of them ran back with the heads of people covered with mud and grass and heard the sound, and looked at the five accomplices who had just been alive and kicking all right, neither losing their heads, nor breaking their arms and legs, but they all died in unison, and they all looked around in horror.

As for Wendao, the three of them actually ignored him directly. Obviously, they didn't think that a white and innocent young man like Wen Dao could kill one person in ten steps.

Wen Dao shook his head, his fingers trembled slightly, and he sighed secretly, but finally closed his eyes and gently pulled the trigger.

This is the first time to kill people face-to-face, and the psychological impact and test are really not something that ordinary people can bear. Now thinking about why those who came down from the battlefield had such and such psychological diseases, now he finally had a kind of empathetic understanding.

Seeing that Wen Dao was understated, he just pointed at it casually, and those vicious rogues fell to the ground one by one, what kind of trick is this? The soldiers and family members who were fighting hard all around still took care of it, and shouted one after another:

"Childe save me, Childe save me......"

These guys, one by one, have opened their minds!

Wendao thought, but he didn't dare to slack off at his feet, looked up and took a brief look at the situation, and saw a pair of family members one after the other, clinging to Qu Feng, the three of them were trembling and couldn't move, and there were about a dozen thieves surrounded by them, and they hurriedly ran away, banging all the bullets in the magazine, raising their hands to knock down seven or eight, and rushing into the encirclement.

"Childe, virtuous nephew......"

Qu Feng seemed to have seen a savior, and rows of old tears burst out of his eyes.

Wen Dao didn't have time to pay attention to this, and while the remaining four or five thieves were in a daze, he hurriedly replaced it with a new magazine, and the muzzle of the black hole was suddenly raised again.

At the moment when his fingers were about to be snapped down, four or five thieves on the opposite side suddenly fell to their knees unexpectedly, and their dusty faces cried out in horror:

"Spare your life, little grandpa spare your life, we are also forced......"

Alas, the knife lowered the muzzle of the gun, knowing that this time the trigger could not be pulled anyway. Because, these four or five faces with dead faces, if you look closely, they are all teenagers like He Yilong and Luo Esheng. The biggest one is only comparable to Yuan Chengzhi.

Now he can kill people without hesitation, but it doesn't mean that he can take human life at will.

"Let's—"

Wen Dao no longer cared about these little thieves who had completely broken down, and took a handful of Qu Feng in his hand, drove him up, and then raised his voice to remind Yuan Chengzhi and Luo Esheng who were a little farther away to follow, and picked up a slight charge to kill Wu Chang Li Hongliang.

The reason why the pistol was abandoned and the micro-punch was changed to a problem of ammunition capacity, but a problem of distance. But the real main reason is that he suddenly fell in love with talent.

Because, what he didn't expect was that this little captain, after the whole team began to sprint, really charged all the way forward without fear of death. After receiving the enemy, not only can he quickly cut down a thief with a knife, but he can also help his three companions with one enemy and three enemies.

Despite all the bravery, but after all, they are outnumbered. Moreover, when the bandits saw that there was such a figure in front of the battle, they were driven by the thief leader Zhao Blind and scolded, and suddenly divided more than half of them to besiege him.

In Sumeru, his three companions were cut to the ground, and Li Hongliang himself was blood-stained arms, already exhausted, but he was desperately struggling, and with his last breath, he frequently looked at the sword.

Maybe it was this glance that made him see the figure of Wen Dao flying, thus saving his own life. Just when the last trace of strength was exhausted, he suddenly reached into his arms, grabbed a straw bag and threw it violently around, a cloud of white dust suddenly splashed with the wind, which also made countless thieves scream, and the attack was suddenly stopped.

Taking advantage of this gap, Li Hongliang came out with his hands and feet, looked in the direction of the literary knife and cried:

"Wen, Wen Gongzi, help, help, ......"

What answered him was not the sound of a sword, but a strange click, which sounded crisp and pleasant, strange and new. However, what surprised and delighted him even more was that after this sound, the thieves around him raised their hands as if they were twisting Yangge, and then fell in front of him one by one.

Wendao rushed over, saw Li Hongliang bowed his head, and quickly picked him up and snorted:

"When and where you die, what are you doing with this set, follow me, run!"

As the voice was spoken, there was a series of clattering sounds, sometimes dull, sometimes brisk. After a while, a peculiar landscape was formed before and after the writing knife:

In front of him, within sixty or seventy meters, was a passage about several meters wide.

This passage is not made of steep walls, but corpses in different postures. Occasionally, some of them who were not completely killed let out a terrible scream, and some even stretched out their hands to try to pull the group of people who ran by.

In the back, Qu Feng, Yuan Chengzhi, Li Hongliang and his surviving soldiers had already been shot alternately by a pistol and a micro-punch, and spewed dazzling and gorgeous flames, completely subverting everyone's normal thinking. At this time, they had completely forgotten what they were supposed to do, and they just ran instinctively numbly, staring blankly at the literary knife, at the flames that erupted from time to time, at the thieves with teeth and claws, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into dead corpses that no longer had any life......

It was at this time that the knife suddenly stopped, and of course, the gunfire also stopped abruptly.

In front of me, there was finally that familiar scene again:

As the gunfire stopped, everything seemed to follow the stillness. All that was left was a trembling body, frightened eyes, a demented face, and those corpses that would never speak, laugh, let alone curse, beat, or even kill again!

Shit, shit-

Wen Dao scolded viciously in his heart, but he didn't know who he should scold. An emotion that had never existed, the moment it was still, tightly submerged him.

Really, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry when he turned his back to the sky. He wanted to laugh, grinning at the heart-rending pain on his face.

"Motherfucker, motherfucker!"

Unconsciously, he suddenly found that he had inexplicably walked in front of the blind man Zhao, who was obviously the leader of the thief, and almost without thinking about it, he kicked out:

"Dog's day mongrel, they're not your brothers and sisters, right, the last sentence is obviously sent to death, you still drive them forward, ** is still not raised by people, ** do you have your own father and mother!"

Zhao Blind ate with a dog, and then got up again, suddenly smiled stupidly at the knife, stretched out his finger and touched the muzzle of the black hole that was still hot, and said quietly:

"Huh...... This thing is good...... Hehe...... The sound is good......"

He's crazy!