Zhou Qingfeng squatted on the side of the road, waiting for the antique car on the opposite side to drive over, and he threw bullets at the other party at a close distance of more than ten meters.

On the other side are either 'old sleeves' or 'manlisha', both single-shot rifles. The firepower of a dozen people is also far inferior to that of a 'Bergman'.

Due to the absolute superiority of weight and strength, the 'Bergman' with a high rate of fire was extremely stable in Zhou Qingfeng's hands. He can unleash a dense rain of bullets with a brisk short shot, naming the opposing enemy one by one.

The Model T had been modified and reinforced with a bit of a crash baffle. There were four 'black uniforms' standing on the treadboards on either side of the body, like armored infantry accompanying the impact.

But as soon as 'Bergman' fired, Zhou Qingfeng first knocked out the commander who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and then suddenly strafed.

No one expected that the murderer who robbed the law field had such a high psychological quality, and he actually squatted and guarded. I didn't expect that there were not many people on the other side, but the bullets rained down like a rain, and the people who beat him turned over on their backs.

At the moment when the gun rang out, the 'black uniforms' standing on both sides of the car were the first to kill two people, followed by five or six standing on the side and being subjected to intensive fire.

Hearing the burst of gunfire, many of the enemies simply dropped their guns and turned around and ran, without the morale and skill to resist. In their opinion, it is definitely the bandits who can use repeating machine guns. Even more terrifying is ......

"The Left Director is dead, the Left Director is killed." The driver jumped out of the car and ran backwards with blood on his face. When he shouted, the other uniformed people only hated their father and mother for having two legs and slipping away.

Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward from more than ten meters away, grabbed the driver's shoulder, and dragged him back - he couldn't drive such an old car. You can't do without a driver.

"Who died?"

Zhou Qingfeng pressed the driver with his knee and continued to shoot on one knee. He mainly kills those who are still holding on to their weapons, so that they do not have the possibility of returning fire.

In the far reaches of the street, there are more than a dozen 'green uniforms' huddled on the side of the street to probe their brains. After Zhou Qingfeng emptied the magazine, he took out a grenade, twisted the cap, pulled the string, and threw it with a flick.

One throw is three in turn, and it is easy to throw it on the street forty or fifty meters away. This will see the lively people running away early, and those who dare to stay in place are all Guo Party people.

The Type 67 grenades exploded one after another, and the explosion was endless.

There were originally a few enemies at the corner of the intersection who were aiming at Zhou Qingfeng with spears, and they died after being bombed. The rest knew that they were not safe at all from a distance of more than 50 meters.

The suppressed driver was so frightened that he couldn't do anything but shout for mercy. Zhou Qingfeng had to grab it, slapped it and asked, "Who died in the car?" ”

The glass of the modified Model T was broken, and a bloody corpse was lying on the passenger seat. Judging from the uniform this person was wearing, it should be the head of the on-site conductor.

The driver was slapped in the face, and then stared at by Zhou Qingfeng viciously, and said tremblingly: "It was our Director Zuo who died." ”

"What's your name?"

"Zuo Guoyong."

I haven't heard of it, I should be an insignificant little bureaucrat.

Zhou Qingfeng stuffed the driver into the car again, picked up the firearms from several corpses on the ground, and threw them into the car. As for the corpses, they were dragged out and thrown on the street.

On the other side, the girl who had just been rescued brought back several people with haggard faces. They were all young, really young, and all of them had injuries on their bodies, and some of them had difficulty walking and needed support.

"Fortunately, Lao Tzu got a car." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, "Otherwise, this situation will not be solved." ”

Among the few people rescued, a short young man rushed to Zhou Qingfeng happily and asked urgently, "Comrade, who sent you?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, get in the car. We need to get out of here. Zhou Qingfeng still had to pick up the big handbag he had thrown back before. The zipper opened, revealing a M1919A4-air-cooled heavy machine gun with a long chain without a tripod.

Zhou Qingfeng threw his handbag into the car, hung the 250-round bullet chain on his arm, and held the machine gun in his arms with the help of a handle, "Get in the car, get in the car, squeeze it, squeeze it all for me." ”

On the other side of the street, there were soldiers in 'green uniforms', and there were quite a few of them. They shot at Zhou Qingfeng from a distance of 100 meters. Judging from the panicked posture, they didn't aim at all, and they basically just took the trigger and pulled the trigger.

The Model T is very small, and normally seats four or five people at most. But now, even if Zhou Qingfeng doesn't get on the car, he has to squeeze nine of them. The space in the car can only be reserved for the wounded, and those with good legs and feet are hung outside the car.

The driver was crying while hanging in gear, he finally started the car, but saw that Zhou Qingfeng didn't mean to come up at all. The tall and strong bandit stood outside the car, holding a heavy machine gun and starting to fire.

Tom tom tom ......

The gunshots exploded, dazzling gun flames erupted from Zhou Qingfeng's hands, the bullet chain hanging on his arm was bouncing and shaking, and a large number of bullet casings flew out and fell to the ground clanging.

When 'Bergman' is powerful, it is like a rain of bullets, and when this is quite M1919A4, it is a heavy downpour, overwhelming.

At the intersection 100 meters away, several Guodang soldiers squatted and shot in a kneeling position, pulling the bolt of their guns with one shot. As soon as Zhou Qingfeng fired, they were like a blood mist, instantly covered by dozens of bullets, and their limbs were almost torn apart.

There were twenty or thirty soldiers behind the corner of the street, who thought that the street buildings were a reliable cover. But under the rain of bullets, the wooden and masonry walls were pierced.

Bullets popped out, killing more than half of the people who were hiding behind the wall. The rest of the shouting father shouted that the mother ran away quickly, and the girl slipped away quickly, and never dared to step forward again - there was a heavy machine gun on the opposite side, who could beat it?

The party's firepower has always been weak, and the uniformed military and police in the city are at best bolt-action rifles, and their training is poor, and there are only a few bullets. When encountering an unreasonable person like Uncle Zhou, he can only flee from the wind.

Zhou Qingfeng ran out of a bullet chain, and took out another one from the big handbag. When he turned around, he saw several people in the car all looking stupidly.

"Why are you stunned? By car! ”

The 20-horsepower Model T was finally launched. Zhou Qingfeng asked the driver to steady at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, while he ran outside the car with a heavy machine gun, always vigilant, and acted as an armed guard.

But......

The car drove half a street, and the driver asked with a sad face: "This master, where are we going?" ”

yes, where are you going?

"Get out of town first."

In fact, Uncle Zhou didn't know where he was or what city he was. He plunged in, and didn't have time to gather much information. But he can't say, 'Lao Tzu is reckless, in fact, he doesn't know anything'.

"What's that......, comrade, is there any place to hide?" Zhou Qingfeng could only ask the few rescued, "I'm not familiar with this area." ”

The few who were rescued were grateful to weep.

This must be a comrade who came from other places and did not have time to understand the situation and did not hesitate to do so. Thanks to him, otherwise the heads of these eight of them would have been cut off.

After a brief discussion, the youngest girl spoke: "Go to the big fish pond in Changsha County, that is my home." ”

Go home?

That's not a good idea.

The most taboo thing to do after making a big deal is to go home, and once you catch one accurate, you can't escape.

"Change places, I can't go home now." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "Even if you find a landlord bully." He also patted the heavy machine gun in his hand, "With this thing, the bully has to hold up the corpse." ”

A few more people looked at each other a few more times, and gave a new place, "Go to Qingtaidu in Changsha County, where is there a bully Liang Zhenqiu." He killed nearly 400 of us in just three months. This revenge cannot go unavenged. ”