Hu Yi had some delusions. The time when he was a bandit when he was young suddenly came to his mind.
At that time, I could roam freely in the mountains and do whatever I wanted. Although I was often beaten and scolded by the old bandits, at least I knew which nest I could sleep in every day.
In the winter, there was no food available in the village, and there were many times when we had to eat one meal but not another.
Seeing the bandits in different costumes approaching, shouting and muttering familiar Northeastern slang, Hu Yi was suddenly confused for a few seconds.
Bang, a crisp gunshot sounded in the wilderness.
Hu Yi was kicked by the girl next to him who had just fired a shot, and then he came to his senses.
Only then did he realize that all the bandits were already within 20 meters. After the gunshots were fired, bullets from the opposite side were fired immediately, so he quickly fell down.
"Damn fox, why are you so dazed now? Have you been shot?" The little girl lying next to her continued to shoot with her gun. She was not ambiguous about the twenty meters that Hu Yi just said, and she hugged the bandit who was holding the rifle first. fire.
Hu Yi's face tightened, and he quickly pulled out the shell gun and fired, ignoring the occasional bullets whizzing by above his head.
The distance of less than twenty meters was too close for Hu Yi. There was no need to aim at all, and the muzzle of the gun kept jumping.
The bullets flew towards the three bandits who were holding long guns and half kneeling to pull the bolt. The three unlucky ones were shot immediately and fell to the ground screaming.
As bullets rained from the opposite side, the two bandits lying on the ground armed with short guns saw that the situation was not good, so they quickly turned over to a shallow pit nearby and raised their guns to fight back.
The bandits screamed, and as soon as the muzzle of the bandit holding a short gun was flattened, two crisp gunshots were heard from the opposite side.
One of the bandits with a short gun was shot in the shoulder. Now there was only one man with a short gun left in the team. The guy was so panicked that he stood up and turned around and ran away without even thinking.
He didn't take the battlefield behind him seriously at all, he threw away his legs and ran back desperately.
Hu Yi changed a twenty-ring magazine, pointed the muzzle of the shell at the back of the fleeing bandit, thought for a moment, did not fire, and lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly.
The group of bandits who were outflanking from behind were stunned. In just one round, almost all of them with guns on their side were wiped out!
The big boss on the ground was covering his shoulders and groaning, and the shell gun with a red belt was right next to him.
No one dared to pick it up.
Hu Yi observed carefully for a while, then stood up slowly, holding a twenty-shot shell gun, and walked towards the bandits lying on the ground with a calm face. Behind him, the girl turned around, quickly changed the magazine, and then raised the gun to warn. The captured Li Huanzhang is far away.
After hearing the gunshots, the bandits over there had already fallen to the ground.
The bandits watched with trembling fear as the God of Killing, who had shot the shell gun like bursting beans, slowly approached with the gun in hand.
Hu Yi looked at the people on the ground with a calm expression, and suddenly said: "Who came from the Black Mountain and Baishui side? Call me Man'er."
The bandits who were trembling on the ground were stunned for a moment. The one in front of them came up and asked them directly. The one who was injured bravely replied: "We are sitting on the ground in Qinglong Village in southern Shanxi. Brother, can you give me a break?"
"Burn the dry pot man'er," Hu Yi subconsciously replied. Looking at the team of bandits who accounted for half of the team, and whose clothes were patched, it was a damn troubled world. Even the bandits and bandits were becoming less and less good. He couldn't help but shake his head. shook his head.
"It turns out to be Brother Hu!" The leading man, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, shook his head when he saw Hu Yi, but he spoke in authentic jargon. He must be the master who escaped from the northeast of his hometown. He ignored the bullet in his shoulder and was bleeding. He gritted his teeth and stood He started to build friendship: "We brothers are not very talented and have little knowledge. From what my eldest brother said, we also came from the north?"
Hu Yi sneered: "You came out to rob Taoists on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Are you so cruel? If you have the ability to shoot the Japanese with a gun, what is your ability to rob your own compatriots?"
The boss couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard what Hu Yi said: "Well, this is a misunderstanding. Early this morning, the brother who pulled the strings came back to report that there were black dogs operating in the brother's territory. I thought you were giving it to those people." A black dog steps on the plate. Not to mention this, brother, where are you from?"
Hu Yi was a little dumbfounded. He unexpectedly met the same kind of people who came from the north here. He frowned: "I'm not a kid, we are the 9th Company of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army!"
The black-faced man hesitated for a moment, then shouted forward at the top of his lungs: "Come here with me, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, it's my brother."
Soon, a dozen bandits on the ground in front stood up and escorted Li Huanzhang and the two of them over cautiously.
"Brother, where does this guy come from and dares to do something on our territory?"
The black-faced bandit covered his shoulder, which was bleeding out, and glared at the bandit who had just come over: "Boy, put your gun down quickly."
The second-in-command hesitated for a moment, then quickly raised his hand to signal the brothers to lower their guns, and replied to the big bandit leader who was covering his bloody sheepskin jacket: "Brother, I heard these two said they were Eighth Route Army, what should I do? ?”
"This is the Eighth Route Army. I used to hang out on the road."
The second master's eyes lit up: "The second gunner of Qinglong Village in Shannan is the second gunner Tiger Man'er! Since I bumped into him today, what about Man'er?"
"This is Brother Hu, hurry up and show your respects." The head of the family blushed.
The second boss handed over to Hu Yi: "To tell you the truth, the Eighth Route Armed Task Force found us and asked us to join the Eighth Route Army. Brothers are still considering it, but we didn't expect that we would come first."
Hu Yi was a little helpless and didn't want to waste time here, so he took the initiative to reconcile: "Okay, I hurt a few of you today, you can make a clear path."
"Well, I'll bandage up my eldest brother first, how about you wait for a while?" The second master worriedly looked at his eldest brother's bleeding shoulder, and cupped his hand to Hu Yi.
"Hey, we are fighting Japanese everywhere. I think you might as well fight with the Eighth Route Army." The pigtail next to him immediately became excited when he heard Hu Yi talking to the bandits about things he had never heard before.
The big boss sat on the ground and let his younger brother take out his bayonet and pick bullets for him: "We have always been on the same page as the Eighth Route Army, and we have no grudges at all. If you injured a few of my brothers, let's talk about it. Oops. You kid, please be gentle."
Hu Yi pulled a girl who was about to beg her boredom and replied in a leisurely manner: "This world is different from ours. Who doesn't have a backer? I'm borrowing precious land today to give you face. Brother, I'll accept this from you." Affection."
The headmaster bared his teeth and endured the pain: "Brother, show me your hand and see if you are worth this."
Hu Yi said expressionlessly: "Then hurry up and draw the line."
Master Wang thought for a while and told the brother next to him: "Go fifty steps away and get a stone as big as a man's head as a target."
After saying that, he tilted his head and asked the brother next to him who had just bandaged his shoulder to pick up the shell gun that he had dropped on the ground.
This statement is very clear, it is a competition of marksmanship. If Hu Yi can beat the most powerful one among them, then Hu Yi can go as he pleases. If he loses, according to the rules, he will have to fight how he wants.
To put it bluntly, he was injured now, and he was obviously letting Hu Yi off when he competed with Hu Yi on his shooting skills.
Hu Yi shook his head, turned and walked aside.
Without waiting for the bandit to set a target, he raised the speed machine in his hand, pressed the trigger, and the bullet came out of the chamber.
The bursts of fire were as fast as a machine gun.
The muzzle of the gun kept beating.
Experts will know as soon as they take action. If they can hit the shell gun so fast, the stone as big as a human head 20 meters away on the ground will immediately scatter stone chips.
The shooting accuracy of a shell gun and a rifle are completely different.
It is not difficult to hit the target accurately at a distance of twenty meters, but it is not difficult to fire ten shots in a row and hit the target. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is simply impossible!
He had to take into account both shooting speed and accuracy. Master Wang thought he didn't have that ability. He didn't care about his injured shoulder and handed over his hand with a dark face: "Best farewell to Brother Hu!"
"Hey, Mr. Wang, do you want to join us in the Eight Route Army?" The little girl was unwilling to give in and persuaded him to surrender again.
"You're just a little girl, you're just messing around." Wang Er, the head of the family, couldn't help but curse.
"Hehe, the bullet in the first master's wound was not taken out. Over time, the arm will become useless. My aunt will perform surgery. How about I help you take out the bullet?" The little girl ignored the second master and continued to talk to him. The temptation of being the boss.
Her idea was simple, Gao Yidao had the bandit Black Tiger Army, how could the Ninth Company not be able to compete with the Second Company? Bandits are extremely rich, such as Jinscara.
She forgot that she was the one who had the most fun shooting just now.
I asked a few friends for advice. There are too many slang words among bandits, so I chose a few to give their meaning.
(End of chapter)
