Three three-wheeled military motorcycles with light machine guns cleared the way, and one hundred and fifty Keyin militiamen ran behind them to keep up and left the town of Kilo in a menacing manner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he looked down on these Wa mud legs, Yang Moucai did not take it lightly, three hundred militia members were his team, and he could not make the slightest mistake, so he not only sent half of the troops, but also brought the only three light machine guns with him.

Zhang Quyi looked at the team that rushed out of Kilo Town with great momentum, turned around and left without hesitation, and quickly returned along the same road. Because relying on Han Feng and the Wa people who fought lowly were definitely not the opponents of this Keyin militia, and if they didn't get it, they would be wiped out.

Da Da Da ......

The three military motorcycles were driving unhurriedly on the dirt road in the mountains, and the pro-soldier Lai Dazhong sat on the first three military motorcycles, and shouted in high spirits: "Keep up, brothers, work hard, kill those local chickens and dogs, let's go back tonight to drink celebration wine, the boss just said, and will invite a group of kiln sisters to come back and dance the striptease, so that the brothers can have a good time!"

More than 100 militiamen behind them instantly screamed like chicken blood, and the speed was obviously a little faster.

These militias joined the warlords for nothing more than to have enough to eat, it was impossible to count on how high their quality was, and money and women were undoubtedly the most attractive to them.

Lai Dazhong was very satisfied with the effect of his mobilization, stretched out his foot and kicked the car, shouting: "Drive faster!"

When the team drove down a hill, a gunshot rang out in the woods on the slope, and the militiaman driving the motorcycle at the front was overwhelmed, and the three-wheeled motorcycle turned its handlebars and rushed into the grass on the side of the road.

Bang......

Then another gunshot rang out, this time hitting the Heavy on the second motorcycle, but it missed, and the Heavy rolled out of the car with a heart-rending scream.

With a coax, the already scattered team immediately exploded.

Lai Dazhong hurriedly jumped out of the car and shouted: "The cunning Wa dog is hiding in the woods on the hillside, brothers, don't panic, our number is several times that of them, shoot and overturn ......!"

Before Lai Dazhong finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold light fly out of the grass on the side of the road, followed by a cold neck, and he felt like he was flying up like a cloud, flying very high......

Lai Dazhong's head flew to the highest point, and blood spurted out from the flat and severed neck, and the bloody head immediately fell to the ground with a grunt.

The sudden change made the whole team stagnate, and at this time, the gunfire on the hillside rang out like bursting beans, but most of the bullets were missing, and the militia of the Keyin tribe was only hit by a few people.

"Shoot back!"

The Keyin militia, who reacted, immediately fired at the hillside.

However, seeing the cold flashing again, the scene of more than a dozen militiamen rushing in front immediately turned their heads in different places, and the scene of more than a dozen headless corpses falling with blood spraying blood at the same time was really terrifying.

"Witchcraft, those Wa people know witchcraft!"

I don't know who screamed in horror, and more than 100 militiamen turned around and ran away in horror. These Keyin militia were not of high combat quality, and they were indeed very brave when fighting a tailwind battle, but once they were frustrated, they could easily retreat, not to mention that there was no one to command them at the moment.

Zhang Quyi jumped out of the grass on the side of the road, his flying sword was as fast as lightning, and he was chopping melons and vegetables behind the rout, blood splashed all the way, and his head was rolling.

Everyone on the hillside was stunned by the scene in front of them, and even Wang Jun, who had seen the big scene, turned pale, and his heart was beating uncontrollably, Nima, this ...... What kind of art is it? It's just killing gods.

"Rush!" Han Feng snorted coldly, took the lead in rushing down the hill, jumped on a military three-wheeled motorcycle, turned around, and then pulled the light machine gun in his face, and fired wildly at the fleeing Keyin militia.

At this time, Wang Jun, Huo Jing and others also arrived and immediately jumped on the other two military motorcycles.

Da Da Da ......

Three light machine guns fired at the same time, and bullets rained down like bullets, constantly reaping human lives......

Ai Bao and more than 20 other villagers followed behind the light machine gun and beat the water dogs, although the unflattering marksmanship was just a waste of bullets, but it was still okay to strengthen the momentum.

The victory was decided, Zhang Quyi put away his sword and retreated, and Han Feng led everyone to pursue those defeated soldiers.

Under the suppression of the three light machine guns, the Keyin militia had no power to fight back, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, and the rest of the people fled into the surrounding mountains and forests in disarray.

The town of Ulo.

Yang Moucai walked around the house uneasily, it was almost dark, and the team sent had not come back yet, dozens of Wa people were just mud legs, with the firepower they sent, it should be enough to extinguish them in one photo.

"Have you contacted Lai Dazhong, that waste?" Yang Moucai angrily kicked the signal soldier who was calling next to him.

At this moment, a militiaman ran in and shouted: "Commander, it's back, they're back!"

Yang Moucai breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and immediately ran out, and sure enough, he saw three military motorcycles coming from a distance.

"Grandma's, it's finally back...... Huh!" Yang Moucai suddenly felt that something was wrong, because there were only three motorcycles, and there was no team behind him.

At this time, the three military motorcycles had already approached, and Yang Moucai's face suddenly changed greatly, because he found that it was not his soldiers who were driving.

"Not good!" Yang Moucai chuckled in his heart, and ran into the building without thinking about turning around.

Da Da Da ......

Three light machine guns shot out tongues of fire at the same time, and the Keyin militia who were standing in front of the building to welcome the return of the brothers were immediately swept down, and the screams and cries resounded throughout the town.

Yang Moucai was like falling into an ice cellar, he knew that this time the game was over, and the team sent out had been wiped out nine times out of ten, so he ran through the corridor and towards the backyard without hesitation.

However, when he ran to the backyard, he was stopped by a young man.

Yang Moucai pulled out his pistol and shouted, "Who? get out!"

Zhang Qu smiled and said, "Don't you want 1 billion?

"It's you!" Yang Moucai's pupils shrank, and he was about to pull the plate machine, but a copper coin had already shot into his eyebrows first.

Yang Moucai fell on his back......

There were only 100 Keyin militia left in the town, and because Yang Moucai had promised to make a meritorious wine tonight and invite Sister Yao to come to Bang Chacha, most of the militia were concentrated in the town center building, ready to wait for Lai Dazhong and others to return victoriously.

As a result, dozens of people were suddenly swept down by three light machine guns without defense, and the rest fled for their lives crying and crying, plus the leader Yang Moucai was killed by Zhang Quyi, so he couldn't organize effective resistance at all.

Soon, the entire town of Ulo fell to change hands.