The loud bang was the sound of a firearm, but according to the intensity of the sound, it must not be a standard weapon. The loudness of the gunfire almost shook the whole alley, and this kind of power, I guessed as soon as I knew that it was the kind of firearm used by the mountain people to shoot wild animals, the firearm was filled with black powder, and the front part was blocked with iron sand, and then fired, this primitive weapon nearly a century or even hundreds of years ago had relatively great lethality at close range.

I once ate this kind of rabbit from the earthen firecracker, but the iron sand in the meat was not cleaned, and I almost knocked out my front teeth in one bite. For a long time, we didn't hear a second bang, which confirmed my suspicion that the reload efficiency of the object would barely allow him to fire at a rate of three minutes per round.

The fat man was fine, but he was startled when the gun sounded, because his feet were full of moss, so he sat on the bluestone bricks in the narrow alley.

But it wasn't that no one was hit, this time it was aggressive, and as soon as the gun sounded, I immediately heard a few people in the team not far in front of me moaning. As soon as I think about it, I know that there is no one else who puts the black gun, I just think that there is no need to kill his grandson after bullying him a few times, right?

The screams came and went, and the team doctor shouted from front to back, and several people who had crossed paths with us earlier hurriedly squeezed over with their backpacks.

The other party showed no mercy, and the fire gun sounded again after three or four minutes, and it was also the people in the front team who were hit, and there was no way, so we immediately squatted down and hugged our heads.

The other party's killer was not ambiguous at all, we naturally would not be polite, and the sound of the submachine gun also sounded at the same time after the fire was fired, and then I saw that smoke and dust exploded on the wall more than ten meters in front of me.

Before that, I had seen the owner of the firebolt, an unkempt man who quickly disappeared into the wall before the submachine gun went off. Our side shot a little late and didn't do him much damage.

"Grandma has a leg, this grandson is not sensible, and the old immortal is not sensible, he shoots when he meets, and he doesn't take the fat man in his eyes." The fat man scolded and snatched the submachine gun of the person in front of him, and hung the submachine gun and wanted to climb the wall.

"That old man is probably crazy, you can get cheap when you compete with a madman, even if you fight, you will suffer." I hurriedly stopped, not because I was really afraid that the fat man would lose, but because the other party was likely to ambush the fat man when he just climbed up, this kind of close-range killing weapon, as long as it is properly positioned, can almost blow off the fat man's entire head.

The fat man's heart was on fire and he couldn't calm down, so he raised his gun and came to the wall with a series of bullets, and the dust that splashed up raised our faces all over our heads. At this time, several people around were unhappy, and they scolded the fat man one after another.

Just as I spit out the soil in my mouth, I was just about to say a few words to the fat man, when I saw a black stick popping out of the wall. At first glance, a cold sweat broke out all over his body in an instant, and it was a fire hammer.

Seeing that the lead on the fire gun was still burning, he didn't care about anything else, and slapped it directly on the faces of a few people who were still complaining about the fat man, and shouted to be careful. But the lead has burned to the head, and there is no time to react at all. The fat man tried to raise his gun, but it was only halfway through when the gun went off.

The loud noise was deafening, and for about three seconds, what I saw in front of me was completely out of sync with what I heard. The firebolt couldn't shoot vertically, which was a crucial condition for us to survive, and the firebolt hit the opposite wall diagonally, and the wall immediately broke out a number of stone fragments, but there were also bad luck before they had time to crouch down, and they were hit by a few scattered iron sands, and they all screamed in a row.

Just after the concussion, the fat man's gun had already sounded, and the opponent's fire gun pipe was only half withdrawn, and it was already greeted by the fat man's bullet, and the bullet pierced the shell of the fire gun, accompanied by the sound of metal tearing, and a spark exploded in the air.

The firebolt was knocked away by the bullet, and there was a sound of an object falling to the ground behind the wall, and there was a rush, and then the walls on both sides of the alley were silent again. But in the alley, there was a howl of ghosts and wolves.

The few people in front of me were not hit head-on by the guns, so they only had some holes in the iron sand on their heads and shoulders, but they were not too deep, but the iron sand was already rusty, and if it was not dealt with in time, I was afraid that there was a danger of inflammation.

The other party ran out of firearms, and when we saw that there was no situation for nearly ten minutes, we bypassed everyone and squeezed forward. The situation ahead was a bit serious, and the other side had already laid an ambush, so the firing position was well chosen, just a small slope, and the damage in pieces was only twice, causing at least ten light and serious wounded.

Half of these people can basically deal with it by themselves, but there are also a few who have been broken by iron sand, and a large number of bleeding team doctors have tried their best to stop it, and the injury is not optimistic, and death may be more painful than the iron sand accumulated in the brain now.

There is a person who is no longer dead, and the military doctor is looking at a person who is constantly rolling on the ground, this person I have some influence, but now he is so like this, I can't bear to look at the wound on his forehead, I really dare not look at it directly.

Half an hour later, the heartbeat of the three seriously injured people disappeared, all of these people were shot in the brain, the iron sand was still in the brain, and it was extremely painful when they died. At that time, that measurement was tantamount to euthanasia, but there was no other way for him. At least at the end of the day, it won't be too painful.

The rest of the team was on the defensive, we couldn't get out of the alley at once, a third of them were wounded, and we just entered the door, and we had suffered such a heavy blow, and the most important thing was not our real enemy.

I don't have any feelings for this team, but I've been together day and night for more than a week, so I have a murderous heart in my heart for that crazy old immortal.

After the wounded were disposed of one by one, the bodies of the three people were wrapped in their sleeping bags, soaked with blood, and the whole narrow alley was filled with the smell of blood and the feeling of suffocation on the shoulders.

"If you're not hurt, come a few, follow me and that old immortal." The fat man was filled with righteous indignation, and after such a while, the five magazines on his body had all been filled by him. The old generation on one side also picked up the submachine guns that killed three people.

"Let's go out first, I don't know if the old man has any other skills, and if we get tricked again, we will have to get out." Uncle Seven stood up from the sleeping bag of one of the deceased.

The fat man snorted coldly: "It is precisely because we don't know the details of the other party that we should shoot directly, if it's too late." The fat man glanced at the alley that was still in front of him: "It's late, we all have to explain here." ”

Uncle Seven ignored the fat man, and on the one hand, he had already beckoned people to carry the corpse, while the others maintained a formation and defensive formation. This time, I already have the meaning of wanting to get out of the alley.

The fat man was still not convinced, I saw that the situation was anxious, so I dragged the fat man and whispered: "Don't be righteous now, that old immortal hasn't seen anyone for a while, I don't know where I went, we have to go out safely first, and now we go after it, it's easy to be calculated." ”

The old generation didn't speak, and now he saw that the situation was a little dangerous, so he said: "What's the matter, I haven't shot at anyone for five years, and the other side provokes you a few times, and you can't stand it?" ”

The fat man is indeed out of control for a while, only half of the people in our team were killed and injured, and the other half is the opponent single-handedly, and he also used a weapon that was easy to blow up the birds at the beginning of the last century.

I pinched the fat man's shoulders and shook him several times before I heard him grit his teeth and turn around and lead the group towards the exit of the alley.

Uncle Seven is a very rational person, he is the team leader, and he is responsible for the entire process of the project, and this kind of person is not a black-hearted boss. With the attrition of his own team, it must not be too comfortable, but he can't show any slack or lack of determination, and once there is, the team will disperse, at least the part that absolutely trusts him.

The fat man walked to the front of the team, Uncle Seven didn't say anything, he looked around, everyone understood that the fat man had compromised, so they followed behind the fat man according to Uncle Seven's arrangement.

Sister Er walked over to me with a serious face, didn't say anything else, and handed me the hand holding Tian Yuan: "Give you a task, take care of her, if you are a little injured, I will ask you." ”

I didn't have a choice at all, Sister Er had already handed over Tian Yuan's hand to me, and she hurried to catch up with Uncle Seven, as if to discuss the next step.

Once upon a time, I was the one who was protected, but now it's the other way around. Tahara clenched his fists, his eyes staring at my face without daring to look at the blood on the ground and on the wall. I felt a great responsibility, and I didn't dare to be the tail of the team, so I hurriedly pulled Tahara to the old generation and the fat man.

These fat men on the mountain beam at that time kept saying that the good hands, really not reliable at all, none of them at the critical time to start the role, the other party held firearms on our brains, they only realized it later, but at this time to shirk whom, it is indeed a bit out of place, we do not have any mustard in this place, the judgment at the beginning is wrong, I thought that the little cub said that the mountain living will be a difficult old man, which Cheng thought would be such a dangerous madman. I have seen the end of him, and if we face him again, the other side will be destroyed.

There were still nearly fifty meters from the end of the alley, and only then did I notice a problem, the alley was like a Weng city, there were no openings on either side, not even dog holes, and a sense of foreboding slowly gathered in my heart. I have already guessed that the village, or at least the alley, was not built for the sake of living.