Before those weird four-wheeled vehicles that could move forward without a few horses pulling or bellowing a locomotive suddenly burst into his sight, Zhang Zuolin already had a bad feeling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There may be an ambush.

It wasn't some supernatural sensation of a seasoned professional horse bandit that alerted him, but a few very abrupt piles of grass on the other side of the railroad. If the spies' reports weren't wrong, they weren't there the day before, so they shouldn't be there now, giving the impression at a glance that they had been set up on purpose, as if to hide something that shouldn't exist either.

For example, a certain weapon - depending on the size of the haystack, it could be artillery.

Although Zhang Zuolin could not imagine any kind of fool who would devise a brilliant plan to hide the artillery in such a conspicuous way, and did not assign these bulky but self-defense-capable weapons to infantry. Even with the insight and vision of a young, twenty-six-year-old horse bandit, he knew that such an overly ridiculous plan would never be approved......

But it turned out to be approved. Thinking about it, he began to wonder if this was a Russian bluff. Because the haystacks are so prominent, it is impossible for people to ignore them, enough to bankrupt any plan. The Russians would not be so stupid, but it would be possible to come up with some way to confuse their opponents and prevent their military trains from being attacked again - in theory, as they should.

Of course, they could still be ambushes, a fog used to confuse any attacker who thinks too much......

Zhang Zuolin thought so seriously that he forgot about the spies' oversight for the time being.

After a while, he motioned for everyone to stay where they were and dispersed, then made a gesture to a small leader and whispered, "Bring a few brothers and go check them out." ”

Whatever the haystacks represented, Zhang Zuolin decided to send some people to confirm it. After all, it's the safest thing to do when there's no better option.

The little leader immediately left, but three others came over - Zhang Jinghui and Zhang Zuoxiang, Zhang Zuolin's two sworn brothers, and the third, in any way, he was clearly not one of the bandits.

This person was a factor that Zhang Zuolin had to consider before making plans and issuing orders. He represents a powerful force that Zhang Zuolin will never offend again, so he has a great deal of power to dictate many plans and orders.

He has already begun to use his powers: "Mr. Zhang thinks there is something wrong with those haystacks? Please note that the Lucian military train is just around the corner and we don't have much time. ”

Zhang Zuolin glanced at the Japanese man, who might have been called Saburo Watanabe—he believed that the Japanese spy sent by the Kuroshima agency to serve as a liaison and adviser, but who was actually a prisoner, did not use his real name—and then turned his attention to the two sworn brothers.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Zuoxiang exchanged glances with Zhang Jinghui and gave a vague answer: "I'll know later." ”

Watanabe frowned. However, just when Zhang Zuolin thought he was about to make some tough remarks in line with his identity, the Japanese looked away and shifted his gaze to the small leader and the three subordinates he led. They had already crossed the railroad tracks, and only a few dozen meters were left from the nearest haystack.

The answer is about to be revealed - the answer is revealed.

An extremely dull "thud" of some kind of machine came from one of the haystacks, attracting everyone's attention, and then Zhang Zuolin, his two sworn brothers, and his men were greeted by a strange vehicle that they had never seen before, and which surprised them greatly.

It had four wheels, and the body was tightly encased in steel, with barely visible gaps except for a rectangular notch—for it was a little too far away for them to see the viewing slit in the body—and it was as if it had been spliced together with a large and a small box, square and clean, but it had a hemispherical head at the top, which was a touch of comical.

But at this moment, no one could laugh. The overly intense surprise makes people's brains pause, or they go blank, as if they have just been cleaned, and therefore cannot produce any more reactions. And the bandits have discovered that there is not only one mechanical monster they have encountered.

After the first car was activated, the second car soon appeared, and then two more - four armored vehicles rushed out of the haystack as cover, making loud noises, and staggered towards the bandits.

"What's that?" It was only at this time that Zhang Zuolin's brain was restarted, his ability to speak was restored, and the problem blurted out. Sadly, no one answered—his two sworn brothers and his men knew as much about the mechanical monsters as he did, and most of them were still haunted by surprise, and it would take some time for them to gain the ability to think and react.

Only one person knew the answer to the question: as a spy for the Kuroshima Agency, Saburo Watanabe could still guess what it was, even though he hadn't seen it either. However, it was also for this reason that his emotions were not surprise, but panic that spread from the depths of his heart. Although the rigorous training gave him a stronger endurance and recovery speed than ordinary people, it was too late.

"Ironclad car!" No sooner had the exclamation in Saburo Watanabe's native language been heard, and the mechanical monsters had automatically identified themselves: the armored vehicle that had been activated first had fired. The first to suffer were the small leader sent by Zhang Zuolin to inspect and the two horse bandits who were close to him, and a string of bullets left them all in place. The terrified third bandit hurriedly drove his mount to turn around and try to flee from the mechanical monster, but the armored vehicle had already rushed up, knocking him down with his mount before effortlessly crushing over them.

"The third child!" A voice with palpable grief and indignation rang out in the crowd, followed by gunshots: in a desire for revenge, the bandit who had just lost a brother opened fire.

His rifle was well maintained, his marksmanship was excellent, and the bullets hit the target accurately, but nothing more than a crisp sound. The bandits saw that the mechanical monster that had just killed four of its comrades was still advancing, and the machine gun mounted on its head continued to fire.

Everyone has the feeling of falling into an ice cellar - and it's not an ordinary ice cellar. It was so cold that more than one person felt like their bones were frozen, too hard to make any movement.

But they all know very well that there is one thing they must do. This realization became even clearer when the other three mechanical monsters began to breathe flames as well, forcing them to do everything in their power to fight the cold that was holding on to them - otherwise they wouldn't have a chance.

Zhang Zuolin wasn't the first to do it, but as soon as he broke free from that terrible feeling, a command that was enough to help others immediately entered their ears.

"Retreat!"

At the time of shouting, he had already driven his mount to the rear, Zhang Jinghui and Zhang Zuoxiang followed closely behind him, followed by the horse bandits who were still gathered together but had no formation to speak of, and were almost in a mess. Saburo Watanabe did not immediately follow them, on the contrary, he also had an urge to stop these cowardly bandits: his professional instinct led him to the idea of using the horse bandits to test the combat capabilities of armored vehicles, which seemed extremely illusory at this moment.

However, he soon came to his senses, replaced the instinct of a spy with his human instinct, and quickly joined in the escape.

Behind them, four armored vehicles were in hot pursuit, and their machine guns were constantly spraying deadly metal - the mercenaries had no intention of letting go of a target that came into sight, nor was they trying to save bullets for the Russians. They skillfully manipulated the war machines handed to them by the company, attacking their weaker opponents with fury and ruthlessness, closing in on them little by little, and sweeping back and forth through their ranks with heavy fire, over and over again, until the weapon in their hand fired the last bullet in the chain, and then stopped automatically.

Whenever they accomplished such an event, the mercenaries operating the machine guns would pause for a moment, giving them a moment to let the choking smoke dissipate and celebrate their accomplishments.

In any case, to shoot a machine gun at a target that is also running at the fastest speed, and to hit it, in an armored vehicle that is moving at the fastest speed, and therefore so bumpy, as if it were going to fall apart quickly on its own, is something that only the best marksman can do - and for the vast majority of people, it is enough to keep their balance and not break their heads on the hard hull.

Every achievement is something to celebrate.

"Eleven!" William. In Butz's armored car, the mercenary who first spotted the bandits whispered a rough statistic.

"I hit another one! I hit another one! An even more agitated shout began to beat him and the other mercenary's eardrums. Of course, it belonged to Butz, and he would never pass up an opportunity to shout at it, even if it took him an entire chain to get it.

"Well shot, William." The mercenary driving the armored car said, and then, quickly adding: "Only, can you control the rhythm a little?" If each militant had to use up 200 rounds, we would soon be out of the fight. ”

His admonition did nothing. Butz nonchalantly loaded his machine gun with a new chain, and the shrill sound of gunfire echoed around people's ears again.

The driver, who had been deliberately ignored, frowned, then quickly threw the hateful guy aside and began to concentrate on his own work: to make this car more than William. Butz's furious and more hateful War Machine maintains a speed acceptable to its crew, bypassing obstacles that could cause it to malfunction unexpectedly, and continuing to close the distance to its target.

It wasn't easy, and he had noticed that the targets were scattering - they were going to scatter and flee.

After a little thought, the driver decided to keep this war machine on the originally chosen route.

And that's what the other three drivers thought.

Their choice put Zhang Zuolin in a desperate situation: although he had ordered his men to scatter and flee, hoping that they could lure some or even all of the mechanical monsters away, and they did, only a few dozen remained with him, but the plan did not work at all. Four mechanical monsters were still following his ass, and none of them had diminished, as if they knew he was the leader of the team.

It's impossible! Zhang Zuolin was a little desperate and didn't know how to face the results he personally caused. What was a good idea has now become the worst idea, a leader who wanted to sacrifice his subordinates to escape turned out to be a good man who sacrificed himself to save his subordinates......

What a ridiculous ending.

He was thinking wildly, when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Look...... One less! ”

It was Watanabe Saburo's voice, and Zhang Zuolin heard it. He turned his head in confusion just in time to see the Japanese spy fall from his mount - he had been hit, but not dead, and was still struggling to sit up straight, and then a mechanical monster pushed him back down and crushed him into a shapeless pile - just as it had done to the others.

Zhang Zuolin was not saddened by his death, but even rejoiced, because his tragic experience reinforced the idea that he had just developed to withdraw from the war games of the Japanese and Russians and never get involved again; But he was right, and it was something to be happy about, that one of the mechanical monsters withdrew from the pursuit: it remained in the rear, completely ceased its activities, and seemed to have encountered some problems.

Then there was one less.

Zhang Zuolin's mood suddenly improved, although it was still so depressed and gloomy a minute ago. There are also two mechanical monsters, but that's not the most important thing. Now, he saw hope that these seemingly indestructible death machines would run into problems of their own and would have to stop, losing the ability to continue chasing him.

Zhang Zuolin secretly prayed that the same disaster would better befall the last two mechanical monsters immediately.

He wasn't the only one who had this idea, others did, and there were some people, like Zhang Jinghui, who had other ideas, and the idea was so wonderful that he couldn't help but say it.

"Big boss-" Zhang Jinghui began, and then his speech was terminated: although the mechanical monsters will encounter a malfunction that can cause them to lose their mobility, but not yet, and their weapons are always in a firing state, and one of the bullets fired very happened to burrow into Zhang Jinghui's head at this time.

So he died.

An accident, but enough to make anyone who has more ideas than "run faster" and "run farther" forget about the thoughts that come to their minds. The little pleasure that Zhang Zuolin had just gained quickly faded, though he had already seen that the third mechanical monster had suddenly entered a distorted, unpredictable course.

It also went wrong.

There is one last car left.

"Hell!" Butz shouted, "Now it's just us." ”

"I know, I know." The mercenary driving the armored car replied distraughtly. Every meter in front of him went berserk, which made him feel bad.

"Guys—" he began, but Butz interjected.

"Sooner and the militants will escape."

"I have a problem here." The mercenary said, "There is an abnormality in the engine. It was a case that didn't fully convey the truth, so Butz didn't understand what he meant.

"So?"

Without waiting for its manipulator to answer, the armored car itself gave the answer: its engine made a loud noise, and then stopped. Driven by inertia, the armored vehicle slid forward for another distance, and then remained motionless like a dead fish.

"Damn! Damn shit! Butz roared angrily, but to no avail. So he had to take out his anger on the things he could still control—the machine gun he operated. Butz pulled the trigger and fired all the bullets left on the chain.

He didn't think about the possible consequences of his actions, but for Zhang Zuolin, this move was of great significance.

He was on the trajectory of several of those bullets. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )