"Reloaded!"

"Keep shooting!"

Two barrels stretched out from Iron Fist's side, and a roar sounded, and he felt a wave of air hit his face, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, ** debris splashed everywhere.

As another round passed, Iron Fist watched the enemy's movements, and the thieves had clearly learned their wisdom, and instead of rushing upwards in a daze, they relied on the rough terrain to dodge the attacks of the flintlock pistols, hiding behind boulders or thick tree stumps.

But not everyone has such a quick reaction and good luck, and there are still a considerable number of thieves who are hit and fall on the way to the charge, completely losing their combat effectiveness.

"Help!

"Pull me in, I'm still alive!" a thief cried out for help.

But in exchange for only a cold projectile.

There was a muffled pop, and the thief couldn't make any more sound.

"Sir, your gun!" Someone immediately handed the new gun to Iron Fist, he looked at the approaching group of thieves, and quickly looked to both sides: "Pay attention to the defensive sides, don't let them surround you!"

Nearly ten minutes into the battle, the thieves suffered heavy damage, and less than fifty of the thieves' group of more than eighty people could still stand.

But the thieves who survived the hail of bullets were clearly physically stronger than their dead companions, armed with murder weapons and their eyes full of hatred and violence, and they found an opportunity to close the distance between the two sides to less than fifteen meters.

This distance is really dangerous, if the opponent is not afraid of death to charge with all his strength, it only takes more than ten seconds to make contact, although there are many obstacles in the jungle, but it can't stop the thieves for too long.

"Let them taste this!" Iron Fist fumbled in his waist bag for a moment, then spread his palm again, and a long black strip with a fuse appeared in front of everyone, it was strangely shaped, like a miniature version of a flaming bullet, but Iron Fist knew that its name was strange.

Throwing**.

It is said that the craftsmen of the weapon manufacturing factory came up with the inspiration after studying the lord's *** head, this improved version of the *** is easy to operate, and it is powerful enough to blow up the human body, and most importantly, it is very easy to carry.

Lightweight and easy to use.

Iron Fist lit the fuse on the ** with flint and waited for two seconds before throwing it in the direction of the enemy.

Throwing ** also requires skill, not too early and not too late.

In order to achieve an accurate throwing standard, Iron Fist deliberately calculated the length of the lead and the speed at which it burned.

**If it explodes in the air, then with the shock wave and shrapnel is the most lethal.

didn't have time to think about it, less than a second after the iron fist was thrown, more than a dozen ignited ** flew out from behind him.

"Get down!"

Iron Fist roared, this kind of ** has a large killing area, once a stray shrapnel flies over and hits his own person, it will be bad luck.

"What's that?"

The big boss didn't recognize the pitch-black objects flying in the air, but instinct told him that these things were extremely dangerous, and his pupils constricted, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

A cool breath went from his heel to the back of his head.

"This thing, get out of the way!"

The big boss didn't dare to risk his own and his subordinates' lives to experiment with what kind of killing weapon this thing was, he could feel it.

If you get this thing, you will definitely die.

"Boom!"

The big boss felt the whole mountain shake, and his ears seemed to fail in an instant.

Dust, smoke, mixed with rubble, smashed head-on.

It crackled, like a rainstorm.

The big boss clutched his ears in pain, blood spilling from his nostrils.

But it wasn't over yet, after the first explosion, the explosions continued to sound like someone was beating a drum in the valley.

"Knock! knock!"

Gunsmoke rose everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

The screams were mixed in and looked particularly poignant.

Flesh and blood fly, like purgatory.

......

"Rush up!" the smoke cleared, and Iron Fist saw the thieves lying in a pool of blood and wailing, and some of the uninjured were also frightened at this time, and turned and fled.

The thieves, who were holding on under the flintlock pistol and did not lose their fighting spirit, were finally defeated by the powerful shocking force.

"Run!"

"Run for your life! This is the thunder of heavenly punishment!"

"We can't beat them, quick!

"Take me, take me! I've got a broken leg, please don't leave me!"

The big leader's eyes were scarlet, and he looked at his subordinates, who were scattered, and felt like he had been smashed on the top of his head with a heavy hammer, buzzing.

How is this possible, we still have to go to the impossible zone, we can live well there, we should not fall in this remote ravine!

His hands trembled as he looked at the iron fist in front of him.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

The sheriffs shouted slogans of surrender and knocked down those who tried to resist with flintlock pistols.

"There are always some stubborn bastards!" Iron Fist gasped, "Tie up those who are willing to surrender, bring them back to the Empty Ferry Territory, and dump them in the mines to work as coolies!"

"As for those who are unwilling to surrender, or want to escape, shoot them directly!" Iron Fist's eyes were fierce, he already hated these thieves, but now that the empty crossing was short of miners, he suddenly decided to bring these thieves back.

And those who are lucky, and still want to escape until now, don't talk too much nonsense to them, just kill them.

Iron Fist was holding his breath in his heart.

One shot at a time.

There were a few gunshots around, and several more thieves fell to the ground.

"Surrender!

"We have given up resistance!"

Surrender is such a thing, as long as there is a leader, the rest will follow suit, especially if the defeat is assured.

"Throw the weapons to the ground," the sheriff scolded, and there was a loud clatter, and the thieves fell to their knees with their hands raised.

"Tie it up!"

"Be honest!"

From the beginning to the end of the battle, it only took a few minutes for a huge group of thieves to be completely defeated, and the team of sheriffs led by Iron Fist suffered zero losses!

Aside from the consumption of some ammunition, none of them suffered even the slightest injury.

Even Tekken himself felt a little incredible.

He grabbed the flintlock pistol in his hand and felt a little emotion in his heart.

It seems that the direction of the future war on the continent will really be guided by thermal weapons.

"Look at him!

A sudden shout woke Iron Fist from his musings, and he looked in that direction to see the big boss climb onto his horse and slap his mount's hips desperately.

Run, I have to run!