acT125: Attack

"We weren't prepared for it." Lin Dao Chang was very dissatisfied with his tone, it was clear that it had happened, and no matter how confident you are in your captain, you can't change the facts that have happened.

'Bang! There was a loud bang, and the window on his side shattered. Several people hurriedly lowered their heads to dodge, just in time to see a ghost guy shooting against the fence was hit in the head by a flying object, the muzzle of the gun was crooked, the bullet dragged obliquely into the sky, and the body was torn down by a few hands sticking out from below.

"My day." Lao Lin was taken aback, he didn't seem to see that the other party had a secret weapon when he was attacked yesterday.

"Waste." Lao Maozi scolded in a low voice, regardless of Ming Junwei's obstruction, he rushed out with a gun, and without waiting for the rest of the people to cover, many whining and echoing things flew up downstream of the fence, Lao Maozi flipped over and flashed the foreign object on the spot, and the ghost behind him hurriedly reminded him, but saw a thin bald head suddenly climb up from under the road, pick up something and smash it down!

The two were too close to each other, and the gunman hidden behind the car failed to shoot in time to support, Lao Maozi himself seemed to be stunned for a moment, and when he pulled the trigger, he suddenly felt that his face was hit hard by a hard object, and the bullets at close range beat the bald head into a sieve, and his eyes were black, and he almost fainted.

"More than you think." Luo Yu's face turned a little pale, and he pointed through the car window to the grass that had not yet been affected by the fire, and the sporadic firelight between them lit up, and was rapidly approaching this side.

"Can the ammunition stand up to consumption?" The gun in Luxi's hand has not fired so far, the ghost and the militia are all intensive firepower, and they have not stopped, she has little confidence in her marksmanship, so she simply does not waste bullets.

"It's hard to say, these guys don't fight back." Liu Yan pushed his glasses and said in a low voice: "You see, the beginning of the charge consumed a lot of firepower, and the firepower has begun to disperse at this time." ”

"The Walking Dead." Song Yao's face turned pale, looked at the flickering high-speed road surface covered by the firelight, gritted his teeth and said, "The walking corpse is about to be lured, we have to withdraw first." ”

"Can't be withdrawn." Ming Junwei shook his head and said firmly: "With such a big movement, it's strange that the walking corpse doesn't come." ”

"We're going to be on both sides if we're trapped here." Song Yao frowned and said, "This is all of our hands, and we don't have the energy to deal with the walking corpse." ”

"Don't deal with it, rush in." Ming Junwei threw away his cigarette butt and sneered: "Their long-range weapon is just a new move, it's useless to rush fiercely, and they can't kill the gun after all." ”

"What about the pit?" Lin Daochang remembered that the cockroaches in the hole were goosebumps.

"Are you sure the whole forest is full of pits?" Ming Junwei's expression was a little strange, and he asked, "The road must be a kilometer away from the mountain, right?" Will they be able to hollow out the entire range? ”

"That's hard to say." Lin Daochang pursed his lips, looked up and saw Lao Maozi running back with his blood gourd head covered.

"There are reinforcements on the other side." Lao Maozi also saw the sparkling fires and said, "But they don't have heavy weapons, so they don't pose a threat." ”

"Go down, the walking corpses on the road are coming." Ming Junwei glanced at the thing he was holding in his hand, frowned, and said, "What is this?" ”

"I don't know." Lao Maozi laughed at himself, threw the rope with the pig iron falling to the ground, and scolded: "It hurts to be beaten." ”

"Come on, this thing doesn't have as far a range as bullets." Ming Junwei smiled, beckoned the militia to form a formation, used fire to force back the bald heads who were still harassing near the firelight, and stepped into the scorching land by the light of the fire.

Lin Daochang had a shadow of the trap, and said that he didn't want to be a sharp soldier, and in desperation, Liu Yan and Luo Yu stepped forward, Song Yao and Lu Qian went deep into it with both sides, and the ghosts guarded the wings, while using bullets to clean the bald heads hidden in the grass, while groping straight towards the incoming firelight.

As Ming Junwei expected, the so-called pits were only relatively dense near the highway, and the rapid fire spread quickly, many of the pits were swept by the waves of fire, and the floating concealment collapsed, revealing potholes.

The deeper you go, the fewer this kind of non-precise trap there is, and just after walking out of more than 100 meters, an old cow tendon ballista appeared in everyone's sight.

"Holy shit, do you really have this thing?" Lao Lin was very surprised, cautiously leaned over, and after a careful inspection, he found that this was not an old antique that came out of the dust of history, but a self-made long-range weapon.

The frame of the ballista looks like a rural grass cart, the wood grain is dry and cracked, the stress is twisted with iron wire, and the so-called launch spring is nothing more than a few oxfords twisted together, and there are many sharpened woods of arm length scattered on the side.

Lin Daochang was quite curious, picked up a javelin and buckled it into the notch of the hand-drawn cut, tightened the tendon and pulled it back.

"Help." Lin Dao was sweating profusely, and his strength was a little broken. The two boys were also very curious about this thing, and leaned over to help tear open the tendons, pulling them all the way to the limit, and then Qi Qi let go of his hands.

With a soft 'buzz' sound, the javelin buckled in the shooting slot was ejected, and the projectile angle of the board car sent it high into the air, flying dozens of meters, and falling into the depths of the grass in a parabola.

"This thing can't be a head." Lin Daochang was a little disappointed, and muttered: "It is estimated that there are many more around here, at least dozens of them were shot just now, right?" ”

"Don't worry about it for now, take it with you when you go back, it's not easy to beat people, and it's definitely a dozen pieces to beat the walking corpse." Ming Junwei patted the shoddy ballista, the enemy attacking in the distance was already very close, the other party had no intention of hiding his tracks, and the scattered fires turned out to be the torches they held in their hands.

"Remember to keep your mouth alive." Ming Junwei informed Lao Maozi, walked to a bald corpse and looked at it, and sure enough, as Lin Daochang said, his lower body was castrated.

"Mengfan, do you recognize them?" Luo Yu asked in a low voice. Meng Fan's face turned pale, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's useless to catch the live mouth." Several people were stunned in unison, this was the first time she had taken the initiative to speak since she left the roundabout.

Meng Fan's face turned pale, and he pointed to the bald corpse and said, "Pry open his mouth and take a look." Liu Yan leaned over, pinched his chin and staggered his closed mouth, squinted his eyes, and immediately understood what Mengfan meant, and turned around and said, "The tongue was cut." ”…… In the cave, the screams stopped abruptly, the yin wind swept away, and the undercurrent surged.

Song Jiu couldn't help but snatch the gun from Yang Chunyue's hand, made a silent gesture, sneaked quickly along the river, tried his best to control his movements, and approached the place where he fell into the water before the second scream, hiding his figure behind a mottled boulder, and squinting at it.

Yang Chunyue followed suit, followed by squatting down, less than a hundred meters behind the boulder, the torches reflected on all sides brightly, a row of cross wooden frames in front, several naked men were tied to the top, at the end, many tattooed bald heads holding torches, holding firearms, standing behind a large class chair, in the chair sat an old and decrepit short and fat woman, wrapped in a animal skin jacket, was bowing her head and playing with her fingers.

There were many women standing on either side of her, dressed in the same way, looking very weird, like a cult gathering.

Yang Chunyue squinted at the few men who were tied up, her pupils constricted suddenly, if Song Jiu hadn't covered her mouth in time, it was estimated that she would have screamed.

As far as the eye could see, a sturdy foreigner was paralyzed on the wooden frame, his lower body was drenched in blood, and he was miserable.

A bald head was priing his mouth open with something, pulling a bloody object out of it and throwing it to the ground.

There were also two foreigners and two young Asian faces tied up next to them, all of them pale and covered with whip marks.

"What is this doing?" Yang Chunyue's face turned pale, and her eyes turned into fear when she looked at the woman in the seat.

"Sadomasochism." Song Jiu motioned for her to lower her voice and asked, "How far is the range of your gun?" ”

"No, I don't know."

"How's your marksmanship?"

"It's not good..."Song Jiu sighed, dispelling the idea of letting go of the cold gun, he hadn't played with the gun much, and the few shots he had were also big guys, this kind of small pistol that was more decorated than a murder weapon was estimated to be unable to complete a 100-meter shooting.

"Are they your companions?" Yang Chunyue swallowed her saliva and looked at Song Jiu's lower body unconsciously.

"Yes." Song Jiu's mind was racing rapidly, there was only one way to go back and forth, not to mention whether those bald heads would shoot or not, even if they didn't, a group of people would not be able to cover themselves when they swarmed up.

Hong's mother obviously learned that she had escaped, but she didn't seem to care, and she didn't send anyone to chase after her, but Youzai Youzai started the torture of prisoners.

"Is she trying to lure you out?" A thought flashed through Yang Chunyue's mind, and said, "If you go out to attract attention, I'll help you." ”

"How can you help me?" Song Jiu was stunned when he heard this.

"You attract her, I'll shoot her." Yang Chunyue said it lightly, but in fact, she didn't have much confidence in her heart, and when she saw that Song Jiu didn't answer, she asked again: "What about Doudou?" ”

"How do I know?" Song Jiu frowned and motioned for her not to speak, and he saw that the bald head approached another foreigner, and the foreigner was scolding wildly in his native language.

There was some regret in the eyes of the women, obviously the Westerners' big work is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that it will be scrapped before it has time to be used, which is somewhat a pity.

Chu Guangxu and the young man from the lineage turned pale, powerless to fight against their upcoming fate, and their eyes were full of despair.

Song Jiu was mixed at this time, happy that he didn't see Jiao Ziqian and Wu Wentao here, but he didn't dare to guarantee whether the two of them had escaped or had been abolished, the current situation, he didn't have any advantage, and the back of the boulder was flat, even if the bald heads closed their eyes and shot, it was estimated that they could beat themselves into honeycomb coal.

"Hurry up and figure it out!" Yang Chunyue was more anxious than him, she saw a bald head pressing the red-hot soldering iron on the castrated foreigner's lower body, the foreigner was dripping with blood foam in his mouth, his body trembled violently, and his throat let out a miserable howl that was not like a human voice, obviously the pain was extreme, and he was numb when he heard it.

But the stocky woman who sat in the middle of the chair was not moved in the slightest, as if she hadn't heard at all, and was still tinkering with her stubby fingers.

"No, it's so inhumane, it's simply anti-human!" Yang Chunyue's chest rose and fell violently, and she wanted to stand up several times, but she was pushed back by Song Jiu.

"Are you just going to watch your companions being destroyed?" Yang Chunyue's eyes widened and she looked at Song Jiu in disbelief.

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