As soon as the hoisted minion shouted a few times, a man with a firewood knife came out of the darkness in the forest, and this man did not give the minions time to panic at all, and the firewood knife brought a canopy of blood rain in the swing......

The bandits failed to succeed, and as soon as they stepped into the forest, they were beheaded by Chen Zilu in a row, and the remaining bandits hurriedly approached the position where the voice was initiated, and saw a hazy figure who wanted to pick up Thomson who fell on the ground, which made those bandits blow up their hair: "The kid has lived enough, dare to come here to spread wild!" ”

"He killed the cripple!"

"!"

The shouting and scolding came to Chen Zilu's ears, and he picked up the gun and disappeared into the depths of the forest a moment before the bullets rained down.

"Da da da ......" A chaotic rain of bullets chased Chen Zilu into the forest, but how could this kind of bullet with no accuracy at all hurt Chen Zilu, Chen Zilu won the first battle!

Hiding behind a tree, Chen Zilu pulled out the magazine, which was a copy of Thomson in the early days of the anti-Japanese war, the rifling had already been polished, and he looked at the magazine in his hand, hey, good luck, there are still a few bullets.

Originally, Chen Zilu estimated that these bandits would empty the magazine as soon as they became angry, but this one didn't seem to be a novice.

Reloading the bullet, this time with a weapon in his hand, Chen Zilu is more than a little more confident, and he is now fully qualified to change from a prey to a hunter!

Although there is some suspicion of arrogance in saying this, Chen Zilu really looks down on these miscellaneous things in his heart, they are just some bandits, if it weren't for the fact that the guys in their hands are quite sharp, maybe Chen Zilu alone will dare to kill in the village.

Running like a ghost in the night, the bandits who chased him followed closely without fear of death, Chen Zilu suddenly hid behind a tree, and when he heard a scream behind him, Chen Zilu rushed out of the tree with a gun, and shot two points in a row, bursting the chest of the guy who stepped on the beast trap.

The screams of the guy who was hit stopped abruptly, so that the three people behind them all hid together, and shouted to Chen Zilu: "Little cub, you are very ruthless, there is a kind of name, grandpa doesn't kill nameless ghosts!" ”

Chen Zilu silently crawled from behind the tree to the place where the sound started, and the shouter heard Chen Zilu not answer, he actually jumped out of the tree and strafed it, just when he shot the bullet recklessly, a black shadow rushed out from his side like lightning, and the firewood knife in his hand slashed fiercely on the back of this guy's neck.

Chen Zilu also wasted a little time and gave this guy a parting word: "Lao Tzu's name is Chen Zilu!" ”

The bandit who had his cervical vertebrae severed collapsed to the ground with wide eyes and reluctantly, and the remaining two guys finally knew that they were afraid, and they retreated to the stockade from their respective hiding positions while shooting, and shouted to inform the people in the stockade: "It's a hard idea, help quickly!" ”

The helpers didn't see it, but after the shouting ended, the two machine guns on the other side of the stockade rang out, and the rain of bullets instantly poured into the woods.

Chen Zilu, who wanted to continue the pursuit, was forced by this rain of bullets, so he could only roll on the spot and hide behind a thicker tree, and after hiding for a while, Chen Zilu found that the machine gun that shot bullets on the opposite side should be a heavy machine gun of Marco's heart, these bandits are really fucking I don't know what a heavy machine gun is, I know a fierce sweep, the rain of bullets lasted for about a minute, if it weren't for the limited bullet chain, maybe these grandsons would have been fighting until he died.

But this kind of blind shooting will only be as ridiculous as a group of monkeys throwing stones at him in Chen Zilu's eyes, and it looks quite scary, but unfortunately he won't even wipe a single hair of Chen Zilu.

When the other party changed the ammunition chain, Chen Zilu took the opportunity to touch a magazine from the dead body, and there was only one magazine, this group of losers didn't think about saving ammunition, and one of them was already an eye-opener.

Replaced with a magazine, Chen Zilu was just about to approach the front of the village, intending to bring out a batch to kill it, but the machine guns in the turret didn't seem to plan to give up the stage, and another round of stormy barrage spurted into the woods.

And what is even more unbearable is that those sentries on the wall are actually happy to see such a scene, as if this kind of blind shooting is very exciting, and from a long distance, Chen Zilu can hear the cheers of the bandits on the wall.

Chen Zilu could only grit his teeth, and when this wave of bullets passed, his patience had been honed by him to the point that he couldn't move.

He was pinching time to calculate the number of bullets consumed, and Chen Zilu was betting in his heart that if the machine gun didn't stop at the end of this wave, he would be in danger.

Listening to the constant popping sound in the woods, Chen Zilu really admired the wealth of these guys, when he was in North Korea, although the 38th Army could be regarded as a landlord, but there was no bullet like this, every bullet in their hands was sent with great logistics effort, and every bullet shot was carried out with sweat.

This is the difference between bandits and regular troops, reckless, only in front of the present, as long as it is cool, happy, you can buy it again when the bullets run out, and you can rob it again if you run out of money, anyway, their conscience has long been eaten by dogs where it is.

After waiting for more than a minute in the rain of bullets, this feeling of aggrieved is really unpleasant, if your teammates are here, or if the captain's sharpshooter is there, the machine gun in the turret can't fire a single bullet!

Finally after this wave of bullet rain, Chen Zilu quickly approached from the hiding place to the front of the village, and sure enough, the gate of the village opened again, because they wanted to come out to confirm Chen Zilu's life and death, and the bandits would definitely think that in the dense bullet rain just now, Chen Zilu had absolutely no chance of life.

Pity...... They didn't know that Chen Zilu had been a member of the Stinger Special Operations Team.

Seven or eight bandits came out of the stockade talking and laughing, and looked inside through the gate of the village, the torches had been re-lit in the village, and the noise became louder.

I don't know who shouted in the village: "Find the corpse of the **, drag it back for me, Lao Tzu is going to drop him at the door of our village!" Horse's ~ Hurt Lao Tzu to sleep badly! ”

A minion replied: "Got it, the second master!" ”

When the minions who answered just finished shouting, Chen Zilu was furious, and the Thomson in his hand was three consecutive point shots, and the minions who had just answered were naturally unable to escape their doom, and the two people next to him also followed him hand in hand to Huangquan.

"His grandmother's leg is not dead yet, hit me, hit me hard!!"

The roaring voice of the second master was very clearly sent into Chen Zilu's ears, and the remnants of the bandits who had just stepped out of the village fled back to the village, and Chen Zilu also followed back to the depths of the forest.

The heavy machine guns in the turret were again imposing.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Bring out the mortar I just bought and blow up that bastard!"

“…… He's alone! ”

"Kill one person too!"

Chen Zilu's behavior has become a naked provocation in the eyes of the bandits, and a person dares to block his own walled door?

They wouldn't think that Chen Zilu was a master of art and bold, they would only think that this guy was looking for death by himself!