!--The beginning of the chapter-- It was a completely asymmetric massacre. Mauser's three consecutive rounds had wiped out a group of so-called elite soldiers trained by Tepuxin. The highly penetrating tapered bullets could easily penetrate two people. The bodies of three people.
More than a hundred defenders fired more than ten shots in total, and only knocked down four unlucky men. Before they could wake up, they saw a group of murderers crashing in.
The jungle of shining bayonets crushed away like a group of angry hedgehogs, and the long street was suddenly filled with blood.
"My mother!" A consumptive man in the depths of the alley was so frightened when he saw this scene that he fainted while leaning against the wall.
After all, Qiqihar is the capital. Even if we fight for two hundred years, we can't reach here. Bandits and beards are just a legend. The peaceful days are so old that no one knows what war is.
On one side are the ruthless private soldiers who are fed with money, and on the other side are the generals and guards who are pampered in the provincial capital and frighten the people on weekdays. When these two people collide, the result can be imagined.
The little bastard who was holding his head subconsciously looked up and immediately jumped up from the ground. He opened his mouth so wide that he could have stuffed an egg into it. "What the fuck! Are these losers so stubborn?"
Looking at it, it was all a one-sided massacre. During the swing of the sword, Tepuxin's personal guards had their necks cut off like chickens one by one. Occasionally, a few who dared to resist met the King of Hell with the cooperation of private soldiers.
"It's fun, it's fun! It's so damn fun! This knife is so easy to use. It's a hundred times sharper than the one I bought on the black market!" The private soldier who was killed was like a bloody gourd and shook the blood on the blade, and blood beads flew. In a flash, he looked like a bastard.
Can it be used easily? These are special warfare supplies provided by the Volunteer Army. They are all handmade by famous Fuso swordsmiths. They are not smuggled goods. The Kirigakure brat spent a lot of money on this mutiny.
Bastard Duzi wiped the blood from his face, and his mind calmed down. If he was worried about whether the mutiny would fail just now, now seeing the fighting power of these murderous gods, Duzizi was finally relieved.
"Brothers, you are very clever! General Hunchun is really good at running the army! I didn't expect that even the elites of Tepuxin are no match for you! Come on, let me take you to break down the door. There is Yi Zuoling's house in front of you..."
After speaking, Tepuxin walked away. Unexpectedly, a blood-stained arm holding a sword stopped him. The god of murder did not look back and just said coldly, "The one in the corner... is still alive... cut." His throat!”
There was not a word of nonsense, the words were full of cold murderous intent!
The bastard shrank back in fear. He had done a lot of immoral things, including killing people and stealing goods, but he had never done it himself. He couldn't do such a difficult job as killing people.
"Brother, are you kidding? I have never killed anyone before..."
"Submit your name!" These three words choked back the second half of Mr. Du Zi's sentence.
A group of murderous gods looked at the bastard with a ferocious smile, "Yes, surrender! Are you doing the mutiny to do business? You don't have a few lives on your hands, but you still want to share the credit after the war? Go ahead and make your mother's dream come true! Do it... …”
Du Ziye trembled in fright and quickly took the heavy sword. Only then did he realize that the sword was so heavy that it was difficult to move his wrist.
"Don't... don't kill me! Mr. Duzi... it's... it's me..." Someone in the corner was holding the wound on his stomach and could no longer speak clearly, he begged bitterly.
Another wounded soldier, probably knowing that he was going to die, yelled at the bastard, "You bastard! You are really a bastard... The seller seeks glory! Just wait for the general to come back and kill your whole family!"
The words frightened Mr. Du Zi, "If I don't do anything, I have to live with my third-room concubine. I can't care about that much anymore. He closed his eyes and stabbed the other person's heart with the sword."
There was a puff... blood spurted out!
The bastard yelled, "One is enough! If it's not enough, come again..." After saying that, he pulled out the knife and slashed at the soldier next to him who was scolding him, and half of his head was cut open with one blow.
The thick hand patted his back, took the sword and said, "That's right! If you hadn't done it just now, we would have done it to your head! Now you know what we are doing, right? Don't even think about hiding away for a while. If you want credit, just fight with your life for me!"
"Brothers, chop down all these rubbish, and we'll continue to kill them!"
At this moment, there was the sound of the gong mountain on the long street in the distance, and a group of government servants suddenly ran over. When they saw that the murderer here had begun to kill people, they actually didn't fart, threw away the gong and turned around and ran away.
Then two more soldiers came with spears and swords, but when they saw that they were all armed with sharp foreign guns, they stopped charging! This is really a jaw-dropping scene. The soldiers were more than a hundred meters away from the private soldiers, and they were shouting desperately without attacking.
"Kill... charge... kill the rebels... don't let any of them escape..."
Good guy, Ning Guta and this group of private soldiers are all dumbfounded, thinking that your throat is almost hoarse from shouting, but you should rush forward! He raised his hand and fired two shots, causing the crowd on the other side to disperse.
Do you think they escaped? No, they gathered together again around 120 meters away, still stamping their feet and shouting those few words.
"Kill... charge... kill the rebels... don't let any of them escape..."
"Fuck! Is this the soldier raised by Tepuxin? Bah..." He spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm in front of the bastard.
The bastard didn't get angry, he just laughed and said, "It's just a job, these soldiers are just a job, haha...hehehe..."
"Hey... it's really boring. I've seen the volunteer army training and fighting, and then I look at these people. They are all fucking trash! They are all men from outside the customs. How can the gap be so big..."
"No, this land cannot be handed over to a coward like Tepuxin! Brothers, work hard! Conquer Heilongjiang for our general, and this will be our territory from now on! Let all the cowards die..."
"Kill! Qingjunzi! Kill Tepuxin..."
A group of murderers cleared the obstacles and went straight to the Dongcheng residents to kill. Their soldiers were unstoppable!
The bastard had blood on his hands and his life on his back. It was impossible to retreat. He could only walk all the way to the dark. As soon as this wicked thing rolled his eyes, bad water started to pour out.
"Brothers? The largest gatehouse on the left is Jin Zuoling's house! He is Tepuxin's die-hard subordinate. His family has millions of money. If you destroy his house, arrest their family members first!"
"Kill!" Mr. Duzi roared and charged forward.
While running, he was still smiling ferociously, "Jin! It was you who stopped my caravan last time and took advantage of my business. Today, I will attack your family first..."
With a bang, two bear-like private soldiers broke the door latch and rolled in like meat balls. The Jin Zuo family was in a state of panic.
