It wasn't until they saw their companions die tragically that these little devils came to their senses. It was only at this time that they remembered that they were the Great Emperor Army and the master of Pengcheng County. So these dozen little devils are also angry.

"Baga, you are looking for death." The little devil roared. But although they roared loudly and were indeed angry, they still didn't have much confidence at the moment.

The old man ignored them, just glanced at the group of little devils and sneered. At this moment, in his eyes, these dozen little devils are no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered. The old man took advantage of the situation and pulled a little devil beside him over. The little devil wanted to break free, but when he tried to break free, he found that his wrist was firmly grasped by the old man, as if he was trapped by steel bars, and he couldn't move.

The old man sneered: "Do you still want to run if I get caught?" As he spoke, he pulled and pushed the little devil's arm hard, and there was almost no time interval between the two movements, like a storm and lightning. Hearing the little devil's scream, his whole arm hung down weakly. The old man pulled his discarded arm and pulled him towards him, then raised his right leg and kicked the little devil in the stomach.

Kicked by him, the little devil flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and he died without a snort, and blood kept bubbling out of his mouth, but in an instant, his whole face turned from ruddy to white, and from white to purple. Apparently the internal organs were ruptured and he died of massive bleeding.

In an instant, the old man kicked and killed two little devils. This made the fighting intent that had just ignited in the hearts of the remaining little devils extinguished again. At this moment, everyone could see that this old man was avenging the vegetable seller lying on the ground. Just now these little devils kicked the old man with their feet, and now this old man is going to kill them with his feet.

The little devils were timid, they didn't know that when they saw the old man's eyes, they all involuntarily fell backwards. However, although these devils are retreating, they are not fleeing. For the little devil, it is not allowed to escape on the battlefield, otherwise even if he saves his life at this moment, he will be executed later. For the little devils, the spirit of bushido is supreme.

The rest of the little devils took their guns off their backs as they retreated, and they all began to pull the bolts, they now understood very well that the old man in front of them was terrible, but not the guy who was lying on the ground and was kicked and beaten by himself at will and couldn't fight back, and if he wanted to, he could kill any of these people with one move. So now the only way is to shoot this horrible old man indiscriminately to death.

But how could the old man let the little devil's wishful thinking kick off. Just as the little devil took the gun off his back, the old man's body had already bowed again, but it was not because he was tired, but because he wanted to launch the most rapid attack on the little devil. At this moment, he is like a wild wolf ready to attack at any time, and he has a wolf surname all over his body.

Little devils like to look down to check when they pull the bolt, this is to confirm whether the bullet is jammed and whether the bullet is well loaded. The level of weapon manufacturing in that era was far inferior to that of modern times, although the little devil's 38 big cover was already considered a good gun at that time, and the manufacturing process was also good, but there were many defects. If it is not used well, the surname of the bomber may be very high. So the little devil is used to checking the surname every time he pulls the bolt.

And the moment he bowed his head, the old man moved, and he was like a gust of wind and a burst of lightning. When he stopped, he was already standing in the middle of this group of little devils, and the old man opened his bow left and right, shattered the bridge of a devil's nose with one punch, and slammed half of a little devil's face with an elbow. The two little devils let out a scream almost at the same time. The old man easily drew two knives from the waists of the two of them.

The little devil carries this knife is used by the little devil to install on the gun, it is the weapon used in the white-knuckle battle at the last moment of the battle, the little devil's 38 big cover is about 1.3 meters, if you add the knife, ordinary people can't get close at all, and the little devil has a lot of research on the art of slashing, every last moment of the battle, the knife has become the trick of the little devil, how many good soldiers did not die on the battlefield under the bullets and guns of the little devil, but finally fell under the knife of the little devil.

The old man is holding a knife in one hand at the moment, all of them are holding it with his backhand, the blade is outward, his arms are spread out at the same time, and the whole person becomes a cross, with his left foot as the center, and his right foot kicks violently on the ground, and the whole person spun in place, if it weren't for the blood spurting out of the throat of the little devil around him from time to time when he rotated, his posture still looked very beautiful, but now no one could associate him with this word.

At this time, the old man was like a grim reaper who specialized in harvesting human lives, and wherever his blade passed, there must be a little devil's throat that would spurt bright red hot blood. It's just that for a moment, the seven or eight little devils are all silent, they die very quietly, or they don't even realize that they are dead before they die. They were still checking the bolt of their guns as the old man's blade slashed through their throats.

Ten devils, ten three-eight big covers, but until they all fell to the ground weakly, no one pulled the trigger in their hands. They only need to move their fingers to pull the gun in their hands, even if they can't hit the old man, but they can still report to the other devils in the city, but they can't do it.

Is it that they are moving too slowly? No, it was that the old man was moving too fast, so fast that they didn't have time to react.

Looking at the little devil who fell to the ground, the old man spat heavily on a corpse. Then he walked up to the half-dead vegetable farmer who had been beaten earlier. His wife was already taking care of the vegetable farmer, but because he was so badly injured, his internal organs had been kicked by the little devil, and blood was spitting out from time to time in his mouth.

The old man looked at the vegetable farmer's eyes and kept looking at the greens scattered not far away, and he understood what he meant. The old man didn't say anything, just quietly walked towards the scattered greens, and snatched them back into the basket one by one. He seems to have forgotten that he had just killed the little devil, and that this matter would soon be known to the other little devils in the city.

The old man didn't think about this at all at the moment, he just wanted to pick up all the greens scattered on the ground and put them back in the basket, so that none of them would fall.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you, uncle, wake up." The old woman's voice sounded young, not at all hoarse and dry like that of old age.

Hearing the old woman's shout, the old man's hand to pick up vegetables stopped in the void, and he was still holding a green vegetable that he had just picked up from the ground, but this green vegetable had been pinched in his hand at the moment. His hands trembled violently, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"Little devil, my * grandma!" The old man stood up suddenly, looked up to the sky and scolded angrily, tears instantly burst out of his eyes.