Wen Dao didn't dare to think about it anymore, and sternly ordered Li Goudan to stay where he was and guard the innermost circle, then pulled out his gun and started it, and shouted loudly while tossing and turning towards the outermost part of the defensive circle:

"Li Ji, take your three squad platoon leaders, quickly occupy the four corners, hold down the position with the four muskets in your hands, and the others quickly retreat to the inner circle to prepare for melee combat."

Li Ji agreed, hurriedly stood up in their respective positions, and then said worriedly:

"Childe, there are too many people, I'm afraid we have to follow the second shooting tutorial of Childe's training syllabus and carry out suppressive strafing. However, we only have 45 guns each, and we can still handle the point fire, but the strafing is gone in the blink of an eye! ”

Oh, I almost forgot about this stubble-

Wen Dao slapped his head vigorously, and hurriedly took out four white hairs and loaded bullets, handed them to the nearest guards, and motioned for them to be quickly delivered to Li Ji and them.

Because of the lethality of modern firearms and their special sensitivity, the initial configuration of shotguns and Bayi bar guards, even though everyone has passed the test of light or dark. However, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, in actual use, Wendao still carefully adopts the principle of "separation of guns and bullets", which is still strictly enforced even in later generations -

That is, in normal times, each gun is equipped with a person, and an emergency bullet is in the chamber, but centralized management is implemented every day.

When on duty, three bullets are in the chamber, and the excess bullets are turned in after the task is completed.

Combat readiness, each gun to the head, first-class combat readiness four magazines, a total of 60 rounds. The second and third classes are decreasing in turn, and the excess ammunition is handed over at the end of combat readiness. Now Liu Qiu's number of bullets is the number of second-class combat readiness allotments.

In wartime, all men, guns, ammunition, knives and equipment were all in place and fully loaded. Three standing magazines and three spare magazines per person. After the war, excess ammunition was surrendered and bullet casings were strictly registered.

This time, I was caught off guard, thinking that such a large market town was still in the core area of Wuchang Mansion, but it turned out that there were still bandits killed.

Fortunately, when all the staff were slack, eating and drinking, the second-class combat readiness still played a role, and it was not dispersed or even wiped out on the spot.

With a murderous aura that suddenly erupted, Wen Dao held the gun body steadily, arranged everything, and then killed it alone.

Along the way, the pro-guards were basically fighting and killing, and they didn't use a sword to come forward at all, and the bandits from all walks of life and the pretenders of various forces along the way collapsed. Today, after all, there is a time when he must make a move.

So, today is the right time for the attacking enemy, including their own guards, to see with their own eyes what is tactical literacy and the real power of firearms!

Seeing Wen Dao single-handedly kill, the bandit who was the first to find him rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Because, he didn't believe that in this world, there were still people facing the rain of arrows and knives and guns flying wildly, and a person reflexively entered the battle array of attacks. From the day he became a bandit, all he saw in his eyes were people who had their backs to their pursuers and fled.

Damn, I must have been dazzled!

Several bandits on either side of him also grinned in the same way, raising their hands and rubbing their eyes. Even, in the firelight, someone smirked, turned his head to look around, and asked:

"Brother Pheasant, is that shadow on the other side a person?"

Three fools!

Wendao didn't have time to think about it, and as soon as this thought popped into his mind, a gun rang out in his hand, almost instinctively knocking the three of them to the ground on the battlefield. Finally, I subconsciously glanced at them and couldn't help but sigh:

"No, they're not stupid, humans are all the same fools in the face of generational differences."

Several groups of bandits nearby reacted quickly, and as soon as they found out that something was wrong, more than a dozen bandits immediately formed a natural fan shape, and shouted and pounced with knives and guns.

Wen Dao returned his hand and inserted the pistol into his waist, picked up the Growler, and fired a dozen bursts in a row, never looking at them again, just kept looking for the bandits who released cold arrows everywhere, killing them all the way.

"Who is he, I'm not mistaken, right?"

The Drill Sky Leopard finally saw the Wen Dao, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. In just one breath, the archers who kept stealing shots had already gone to seven or eight out of ten.

At this time, there is no need to drill the leopard to greet them, almost all the bandits already know where the most fatal place is, and no matter what swords and gunners, they surrounded them from all directions, and even many bandits who had already entered the defensive circle were busy and turned back frequently in shock, not knowing what was happening outside.

When there are more people, the effect is immediate:

I saw that god-like figure, his body was already like a hedgehog, full of long and short arrow feathers, swaying there, as if he was holding on, haha......

The Drill Sky Leopard grinned, and with a wave of his broadsword, he shouted at the soldiers around him:

"Let's go, grandpa, I'm going to cut off his brain with my own hands, and see if he has three heads and six arms!"

Hahaha......

Wen Dao is also laughing, no, he thinks his appearance at the moment is very funny-

The remaining bandit archers probably summoned most of the feather arrows here to themselves, right?

You see, the front chest and back have the most arrows, densely packed.

On the arm, there are a few sticks inserted crookedly, but it does not affect the shooting.

Just, are these bandits all fools?

Obviously, with so many arrows, they can't kill a person, and they don't have to think about what the hell is going on!

Besides, the weakest part of a person is not the chest and abdomen, the head, the neck, just greet casually, just one can solve the problem.

Oh yes, Lao Tzu wears a steel helmet. Besides, these ancients seem to be dead-brained, and they like to shoot people in the chest, is it because of the large area here?

Wen Dao shook his head, and his body trembled, thinking that he could shake off an arrow on the ground.

Who knows, none of them fell, but just shook with the body, which looked very funny.

Of course, his hands were not idle when he was doing this, and all the bandits who entered his field of vision fell to the ground one after another with the crisp sound of guns one after another, and fell to the ground in various strange postures.

Gradually, Wen Dao suddenly found that the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

He glanced around, only to find that around him, there were almost all kinds of corpses, but without exception, they all died one by one, their eyes wide open, and the last light in their lives seemed to be fixed in an unbelievable emotion forever......

Looking and watching, Wen Dao felt that he couldn't stand anymore, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and finally sat on the ground.

It wasn't until there was no longer a shadow of a bandit in front of them that Li Ji and the others, who were on the outskirts of the defensive circle, breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this time, it seemed to be another victory.

However, before they could rejoice, a girl's cry broke the silence:

"Childe, Childe is gone, no ......"