Chapter 108, Symphony of Death
The distance between the war horse and the machine gun position was less than fifty meters, and the war horse was running at full speed in just one breath.
Ma Gaoyi believed that as long as they crossed these fifty meters, the dozen or so people on the other side would be trampled to pieces by the war horses, even if they had extraordinary abilities.
"Kill!"
Under the leadership of Ma Gaoyi, the bandits were like hungry wolves who smelled the smell of blood. They clamped the horse's belly hard like chicken blood, and the stirrups hit the belly of the war horse. The painful war horse immediately let go of its hooves and ran wildly.
The horses' hooves hit the ground violently, and the bandits waved their swords and roared loudly.
The machine gun finally went off.
The deafening gunfire pierced the sky, like a crazy drumbeat, rapid and powerful.
Every bullet ejected from the machine gun's muzzle is like a note dancing crazily in the air, weaving a symphony of death and destruction.
The trajectory of the bullet was like a violent snake, weaving through the horses, violently hitting the flesh and blood of humans and horses, and tearing the air.
The birds in the woods were frightened and flew up in all directions, like a black whirlwind flying in the air.
The wild animals also looked for cover, hiding in the grass or behind tree trunks.
The entire forest instantly became lively and chaotic, filled with an atmosphere of tension and fear.
The roar of the machine gun became louder and louder, as if it was about to swallow the whole world.
The sound of metal clashing, the whistling of bullets, the neighing of horses, and the panic screams of bandits...
Various sounds intertwine to form a gorgeous symphony.
The majestic earth trembled in this crazy music, as if it was suffering endless pain.
The air was filled with the smell of smoke and dust, which was suffocating.
The firelight of the water-cooled machine gun flickered in the morning fog, tongues of fire danced wildly, and bullets poured out like a torrential rain, intertwining into an insurmountable barrier of death.
Xi Xingchen's eyes widened, looking at everything that happened in front of him, as if he was in another world.
Xi Xingchen had seen scenes like this countless times before in movies and TV shows, where a body of flesh and blood was torn to pieces by a torrent of steel. But when this scene really appeared in front of him, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked. .
The bandits rode on tall horses, waving their machetes in their hands, and rushed toward them like moths to a flame, and were torn to pieces by the torrent of bullets.
Duan Derong finally showed off his extraordinary fighting qualities at this time. He was seen calmly pulling the trigger of the water-cooled machine, harvesting fresh lives with no expression on his face, not even breathing. of disorder.
Some people are born to be only warriors. Everything they have done before is to prepare for the battlefield. Only on the battlefield can he find himself and realize his value.
Duan Derong is such a person.
The water-cooled machine gun maintained its unique rhythm, spitting out tongues of fire steadily.
Bullets roared in the air, hitting the walls, hitting the floor, hitting people, horses...
Looking at the bloody line left by the bullet after it passed through his body, Xi Xingchen felt his heartbeat speed up, his breathing quicken, and his body trembled involuntarily.
At this moment, he felt fear, despair, and helplessness.
He wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to go.
He could only stay here, helplessly watching everything happen in front of him.
He couldn't even believe that he was the instigator of this massacre.
For some unknown reason, Xi Xingchen suddenly thought at this moment that bandits also have their own families, their own friends, their own dreams, and many things they want to do but have not done yet...
But now, under the crazy fire of water-cooled machine guns, with the end of their lives, everything has returned to nothingness.
Xi Xingchen really wanted Duan Derong to stop shooting, but he knew very well that this was a dangerous idea because it would lead him and his brother into an abyss of eternal destruction.
On the battlefield, either you die or I die. All actions have the ultimate goal of ending the opponent's life.
This world is so cruel.
Xi Xingchen felt that his heart was torn apart, his soul was pulled away, and he lost control of his destiny.
The roar of water-cooled machine guns echoed over the Pingshun Camp. Rows of bandits fell one after another, their flesh and blood shattered by the impact of bullets.
The war horses neighed and struggled, their bodies were full of bullet holes and their flesh and blood were bloody...
At this moment, Xi Xingchen didn't know what he should do or what he could do.
He just stood there, helplessly watching everything happen.
Also as shocked as Xi Xingchen was what happened before him were the group of Shadow Hall killers brought over by Lian Yutang.
Lian Yutang, this rising star of Nan Mo, a master of the younger generation of the Mo family, his tightly closed lips, livid face, and slightly disordered heavy breath revealed his mood at the moment.
He was wondering if he was the one standing on the opposite side, could he survive the machine gun fire?
the answer is negative.
No matter how fast the sword in his hand is or how agile his movements are, there is no chance of survival in such a dense rain of bullets, and he cannot even catch a single bullet.
This means that as long as he has this machine gun, an ordinary person who has never trained for a day can easily kill him.
This was a very depressing conclusion, and it made him think about how naive and ridiculous his previous arduous training was.
The old shopkeeper's face was also twitching, as if the bullets from the water-cooled machine gun were not hitting the bandit, but his face. The weather was changing, and it was as exciting as it wanted to be.
The other killers were not much better. They all stared dumbfoundedly at the bandits and their horses falling down in rows. They felt a chill on their backs and even in their trouser pockets.
You must know that they also came to attack the Pingshun Camp. If the entire Pingshun Camp had not been tricked by the old shopkeeper and Duan Derong used this machine gun to entertain them, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Duan Derong finally fired every bullet in the bullet chain. In just one minute, everyone present felt like they had experienced centuries.
At this time, the road from the gate of Pingshun Camp to the school grounds was already filled with blood. The bandits and war horses who were not yet exhausted were helplessly wailing and neighing in the pool of blood...
Those bandits who were not shot were slumped on the ground like mud and shivering...
An eighteen or nineteen-year-old bandit hugged his broken leg and cried loudly...
"vomit--"
A young man from Shadow Hall felt his stomach churn, and he quickly ran to the side of the school field, hugging a tree and vomiting wildly.
This young man seemed to have pressed a magic button. Xi Xingchen and others, including Lian Yutang, all ran to the side of the school field and emptied their stomachs as quickly as possible, and some even vomited out yellow bile water. .
Ma Gaoyi
Rivers of blood flowed, and the surviving horses were in a pool of blood.
Adrenaline hormones surge,
