The entire Yang family's old mansion occupies a small area, and the structure is not luxurious, just an ordinary structure with three entrances and three exits.

After the front hall is the east and west wings, and behind is an unobstructed courtyard, and after the courtyard is the most important main house of the whole old house.

The middle wall is lined with twists and turns. In the absence of heavy firepower, it is extremely difficult to sneak in from other directions.

Therefore, for the second room of the Yang family, the front hall is the most important line of defense for them to resist the attack of Shudao logistics head-on.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The wooden doors and window lattices could not withstand the impact of bullets, and they were instantly smashed.

Before the sawdust could hit the ground, it was washed into finer debris by the stream of catapults.

Yang Wenyuan, a man in a strong suit who had a conversation with Yang Huchou, the master of the Yang family's second room, in the main hall not long ago, also appeared in the front hall at this moment.

Yang Wenyuan's back was pressed against the wall, and the cold touch from his back made his heart beat faster and faster.

The left and right hands holding the spear and sword tremble slightly, which prevents the body from stiffening in this way, and ensures that it can burst out at any time to kill.

As a benchmark figure for the younger generation of Yang's second room, Yang Wenyuan does not wear a Confucian shirt and dresses, can read but can kill people.

His strength has already reached the peak of Confucianism, and he is only one official away from being promoted to Confucianism.

But it was this official body that stood in front of him like a moat.

Yang Wenyuan has not taken the imperial examination, but his level of holding a pen is far inferior to his level of holding a gun and a sword.

Even if today's imperial examination is no longer confined to the eight shares, the proportion of the two arts of 'archery and royal', which represent technical strikes, still belongs to the bottom of the examination.

On the single-plank bridge of the imperial examination, which is a competition of thousands of troops, Yang Wenyuan's qualifications are only worthy of being able to read, not being able to read.

And a child like him who was stuck at the threshold of Confucianism, there were still a few people in the second room of the Yang family.

This time, the reason why Yang Huchou, the head of the second room of the Yang family, made up his mind to carry the two major valves, and also to compete for the brain tissue slice of Yang Zhan, the ancestor of the Yang family, was also for them.

As long as they can get the legacy of their ancestors, their talents can be improved, and the possibility of gaining fame is greatly increased.

Yang Huchou's hard work is clear to everyone in the second room of the Yang family.

So even though they knew that this time it would be nine deaths, no one still chose to retreat.

The gentleman does not fight, but only advises the reader not to be brave and ruthless.

Instead of letting them get out of danger as soon as they are in danger.

This opportunity to enter the office, no matter who comes to grab it, he Yang Wenyuan will kill whom!

.............

The whistling sound of bullets piercing the air pierced people's eardrums, Yang Wenyuan faintly sweated on his forehead, and the diffuse smell of gunpowder seemed to make the air hot.

He squinted at the location of the gunshots outside the door, silently calculating the enemy's position and the remaining amount in the magazine.

He is proficient in the art of 'shooting', and his attainments in firearms are already at the master level, and he knows all kinds of firearms parameters produced by the major military industrial groups of the Ming Empire.

As the unique crisp sound of Duoyanwei's light submachine gun became clearer and clearer, Yang Wenyuan could already hear the enemy's increasingly heavy footsteps.

At this moment, the so-called 'doors' in the entire vestibule no longer exist, and only a few creaking door frames represent the concept of 'entrance'.

The loss has become a foregone conclusion, but he Yang Wenyuan will not let the front hall change hands so easily!

At the moment when an explosion-proof shield approached, Yang Wenyuan's figure clinging to the wall was pulled up violently, and the speed was not inferior to that of the martial arts thug who injected into the body.

One of the six arts, 'Yu', has already changed from the ancient sense of driving to today's royal body in the historical evolution.

Yang Wenyuan, who had a delicate face, made a very domineering move, raised his foot and stepped on the shield under his feet, and the man whose arms were fixed on the handle of the shield staggered forward, raised his eyes in horror, and happened to see a pitch-black muzzle.

Excessive!

The sound of the gunshots was somewhat similar to that of Wei Wushu, and judging from the shattering degree of the skull of the man with the shield, the power was almost the same.

This pistol, which can be called a murder weapon, is called 'Divine Knife', which was taken from the infantry warrior Shendao Army of Shu during the Three Kingdoms period.

Ironically, the manufacturer of this weapon is Tianfu Heavy Industries, which is attacking the back door of the house at this moment.

The shattered skull was wrapped in blood and pierced into the eyes of the person behind him, and before he could scream, a sword light pierced his throat.

Yang Wenyuan was fearless in the face of more than a dozen Duoyanwei aimed at him, and blocked the corpse with his sword, and resolutely pulled the trigger.

Distinct gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

The bullets flowed like knives, cutting the corpse to bones almost instantly. However, there are also several security department employees who have been cut through the eyebrows by the 'magic knife'.

Zheng! The sound of the sword is as crisp as a dragon's roar.

Moving with the sound of the sword was a shocking figure.

Yang Wenyuan crashed into the crowd, the autumn blade swept through the enemy's throat, and before the blood could flow out, the next person had already been slashed.

The Confucian sword frame is not as fierce and domineering as the martial arts swordsmanship, and the sword light is more chic and agile between the flow of sword light.

In an instant, almost a team was wiped out in Yang Wenyuan's hands.

Even the captain of the second team, who had already replaced half of his body with a mechanical prosthetic, only resisted one more sword and was cut off his entire head.

Everyone who still has a life left for the time being is heartbroken, and as soon as the trigger is pulled to the end, they don't care that it is easy to accidentally injure their teammates at such a close distance.

At the moment when the gunfire lit up, Yang Wenyuan's body was like a catkins in the wind, swinging a few feet to one side.

Although he had dodged in advance, a bullet still grazed his waist, tearing out a narrow wound, and the blood gushing out instantly stained the white power suit on his body red.

Yang Wenyuan looked down at half of his bloody clothes, and a sense of pride suddenly rose in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have a spiritual connection with the ancients, and saw how the poet immortal fought with a sword in the red dust!

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles no...."

Yang Wenyuan's heart suddenly felt a strong palpitation, and the sound of poetry stopped abruptly.

The word 'no' just exited was sharp and sharp, and there was no pride, more like a begging for mercy before death.

A long knife with a simple style swept into sight, and Yang Wenyuan found that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid the cold light that attacked.

Poof!

Yang Wenyuan's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and his trembling eyes returned to calm.

In his dimming vision, he happened to see a knife-and-axe-like face pass in front of him.

The long, straight-edged knife was on the other man's shoulder.

"This is... No.. Stay in line. ”

Yang Wenyuan's pupils were dilated, his lips moved, but the severed trachea could not make any sound.

"Fighting and reciting poetry, this Confucianism is really exquisite."

Li Jun muttered to himself, but after seeing the words floating on the retina, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"This skill is at least the peak of the ninth order, and only 80 mastery points are given? It's getting harder and harder. ”

Before he could complain a few more words, Gu Jia's solemn voice came from the earphones.

"Tianfu Heavy Industry has captured the back door and ear room, Li Jun, you go and intercept Fei Baiju, even if you can't kill him, you can't let him continue to participate in the war!"