Just when Yongge and Duan Zicheng were taking care of more than a dozen Duan family children and returning to Qingquanju.

At the moment, from them in the other direction.

Jiang Chen picked up Duan Ruhu in one hand, walked in the air of Changsha City with a relaxed pace, stepped on the roof, and the sound of the whirring wind flashed in his ears, as well as the explosion of many bullets, one after another not far away.

The shootout in Changsha City has begun!

Hearing the sound of bullets, a distorted smile appeared on Duan Ruhu's face.

"Hahaha, thief, don't be too happy too soon! People like you who have never seen the world may not know the power of firearms. You don't know, the musket of the Westerners can penetrate two or three inches thick steel plate with one blow, and even King Kong is not a bad master can not be hard connected with his body. Do you think your men will really survive surrounded by hundreds of muskets?"

Duan Ruhu, who was lifted in the air by Jiang Chen and had a steel knife stuck in his lower abdomen, his face turned black, and while spurting intermittent blood foam from his mouth, he was still sneering and saying with difficulty.

At this moment, his heart was full of resentment and unwillingness.

He only hoped that the nearly 200 soldiers that William had brought with him from the Far East Company of Britain would be able to avenge him with the muskets in his hands.

"Stupid, it seems that you don't give up until the Yellow River. Well, I'll show you in a moment how useful the musketeers you are hoping for can be. ”

Jiang Chen said lightly without any pressure, his face did not change.

In fact, in his heart, he didn't take the gun team of more than 100 people seriously at all.

Think about it, just now Zhang Heyun flew a sword on the roof of the building and sneaked attack, cutting off the heads of more than a dozen soldiers in an instant, and he didn't even have a chance to react.

And at this moment, Jiang Ling, who was dealing with the gun team here, was twice as high as Zhang Heyun's. It's easy to kill a hundred or so spearmen.

Thinking like this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh slightly.

He remembered the Northwest Spear God Sha Zilong who died at the hands of foreigners more than three months ago.

In fact, the martial arts of Sha's predecessors are almost also masters of the same level as them.

It's just that his spearmanship, like a dragon, opens and closes, is too upright, disdainful of sneak attacks and assassinations, and the guerrilla style of fighting on the side, so he died aggrievedly under the musket of Yiren.

Of course, Jiang Chen was very relieved, this kind of problem would definitely not appear in Jiang Ling. The ancestor of the Jiang family, Taigongziya, is a saint who is more shrewd than the immortals, and all kinds of conspiracies and methods are used to the extreme, if you want to kill others, there will definitely be a hundred ways......

Not far away...... on a medium-wide narrow street.

Seventy or eighty spearmen stood or squatted, lined up in three rows, front and back, and dozens of black hole barrels aimed at the position of the white-haired young man in front of him, firing desperately.

In addition, there were more gunners, who were ambushed in the alleys on both sides of the street, looking dozens of feet away with vigilant faces, always careful of the movements of this strange enemy in front of them.

Bang bang bang!

A black barrel of a spear, like a raging beast spitting out dazzling fiery snakes.

These rapidly discharged bullets whistled through the air towards Jiang Ling's chest, shuttling through the middle, as if they had killed him.

However, what is strange is that the "Jiang Ling" who was hit by the bullet did not shed a drop of blood, but instead showed a mysterious smile on his face, and his body disappeared out of thin air.

"Damn, what's going on?"

At this moment, a middle-aged white man dressed in a gorgeous officer's costume was standing at the front of the team with a nervous expression.

He looked at the battle situation in front of him in disbelief, and in the cold winter, beads of sweat the size of soybeans actually appeared on his forehead.

"Impossible! Why is this man's body, as if it doesn't exist, when a bullet has just passed through his chest, and there is no damage in the slightest?"

This middle-aged man with a solemn expression couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his head between words, his eyes were like seeing a ghost, and he couldn't help but say to himself.

He was the captain of the Western soldiers who commanded this infantry squad, and his name was Kane.

In the army of the British Kingdom, he was also a veteran who had experienced many lives and deaths on the battlefield where guns and cannons were flying, and he was experienced, and he had also besieged and killed many martial arts masters on the battlefield in India.

However, those so-called masters of oriental martial arts, in his eyes, are just more powerful and faster, and if they are surrounded by layers of bullets, they will all die.

He had never seen anyone as miraculous as the strange white-haired young man in front of him, who could actually make a bullet pass through his body without the slightest effect.

"Could it be that he is an illusion?"

Suddenly, this experienced veteran of the battlefield, with a movement of his eyes, understood the mystery of the matter.

"Damn! This must be an oriental illusion! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot in all directions, his body must be in this position, as long as we shoot in all directions, we will definitely be able to force him out!"

The middle-aged general named Kane roared sharply, his eyes shining with anger.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been soaked, like a monkey who had been tricked.

Bang bang!

Hearing the order from their superiors, more than 100 foreign soldiers armed with muskets also showed a crazy look on their faces, picked up their machine guns, and fired wildly at any position in all directions.

They are also releasing the depression in their hearts.

After all, this large group of young and vigorous soldiers, who came thousands of miles across the ocean to reach this eastern land, was itself to invade and plunder!

But now, it has been more than half a month since a large group of people came to Daning, not only have nothing been done, but they have also killed and injured a large number of companions, how can this not make them feel aggrieved and humiliated?

Bang bang bang!

Countless bullets burst out with the power to destroy everything, and the stray bullets grazed the walls of the surrounding houses slightly, cutting off bricks and tiles.

Now they have no scruples in their hearts, and they only want to kill that strange man with bullets, even if they beat Changsha City into ruins, they definitely don't hesitate.

After all, this is not their hometown, so there is no need to feel distressed about damaging any property.

All they need is naked killing and destruction!

Bullets shot out like a storm, but Jiang Ling's figure disappeared in a flash, never to appear again.

"What's going on? Where did he go? Alert your surroundings and watch your head!"

Seeing that Jiang Ling no longer showed up, a sense of danger suddenly rose in Kane's heart, and he reminded with great vigilance.

Somehow, he even smelled a strong sense of death.

This is not a fantasy, but a mysterious sixth sense that he has cultivated by wandering in the battlefield of bullets and bullets all year round.

Sure enough, just as his words fell, a huge shadow suddenly flashed out of an alley again, rushing in their direction!

"Oh my God! What the hell is that!"

More than a hundred British soldiers armed with muskets turned their heads and looked in the direction of a group, and they were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths when they saw this pitch-black behemoth suddenly appearing in front of them.

Their minds couldn't even turn for a while, and they couldn't figure out the current situation at all.

Because, what appeared in front of them now was a black object with an arch at the top, about a foot in length and width, and it was rushing towards the direction of more than a hundred of them.

This terrifying feeling is like the feeling of slamming into the front of a steam locomotive in your own country!

"What is this!"

Seeing this huge black object, Kane's pupils shrank, and he seemed to feel that this thing was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere in Changsha City.

And in the next moment, he had a flash of inspiration, and he roared in horror: "It's not good, run away! He actually demolished all the iron gates of the prison! That iron gate, at least 10,000 kilograms !!."