Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 58 No. 58 Nine

The man's attire seemed strange to Dawes.Because he has never seen a person wearing such equipment.

I saw the man who had pushed through the grass, wearing a gray-green soft hat, and on the soft hat was a garland-like thing made of grass and branches.The grass above his head made him almost blend in with the surrounding environment, making it difficult to identify.

The man had leather ammunition pouches under his ribs, strung by armed belts, on both sides.On either side of the ammunition pack hung a slim bayonet scabbard on the left and a pistol holster on the right.

Men's tops are a bit long, and the hem can cover his knees.Down below was a pair of long leather boots, and the outfit looked handsome to Dawes.

The man walked to the side of the fire step by step, and stabbed to death a bandit who was still moaning with a bayonet in his hand. The screams stopped abruptly after a second, and Daws shrank back in fright. Back behind the tree where you hid.

Because he saw the man raised his head to look at his hiding place while pulling out the bayonet from the corpse.

He was familiar with that look, very, very familiar.

Before, when he looked at the women curled up in the carriage, that was the look in his eyes.This is the look in the eyes of those businessmen hiding among the dead.

He never had mercy on these prey, he would use the child in the woman's arms to threaten the woman, and make the woman obey himself and his accomplices.After venting his animal desires, he killed women and children, not letting any of them go.

He would smile unscrupulously at those businessmen kneeling begging for mercy, promising to let them go, and then after taking the money they hid on their bodies, he would stab each other's throat with a long sword, watching the other party struggling on the ground in pain, all the time until motionless.

Before, he relied on killing and cruelty to cover up his inner weakness and cowardice, and relied on bloody means to maintain his position in the bandit group.

But at this moment, he saw something different from the man who was cleaning up the battlefield.The man was indifferent and calm, as if he was cleaning up a pile of garbage that no one wanted.

Yes, right now, he saw a sense of peace from the other person, which made him feel desperate, uncomfortable despair.

He couldn't even bring up the courage to raise his gun and shoot, because he knew that there were some terrible ghosts lurking around this battlefield, peeping here, as if they were ghosts with hatred.

"29..." Another bush was pushed aside, and a man in the same attire came out with a glaring bayonet in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "It's Daos and the bandits, that's right."

"There are only 27 corpses here." The man who showed up first, with the blood still dripping from the bayonet, said, "Your Excellency will be very upset if you let go of these blood-destroyed guys."

"Don't worry! None of the prey in the encirclement can escape." A third man appeared through the grass like a ghost, and threw a young bandit back to the fire.

The bandit begged loudly, with a crying voice: "Please forgive me! Please forgive me! I know I was wrong! I was forced too, yes! Yes! I was forced! Please forgive me!"

While begging for mercy, he secretly touched the dagger in his arms.In fact, regardless of his young age, he is already a villain who has killed dozens of people with blood on his hands.

And his best trick is to pretend to be pitiful in front of the enemy, and when the opponent relaxes his vigilance, he will violently fight back, kill the opponent or take hostages.

It's a pity that this time his plan didn't seem to be going so smoothly, because when he touched the dagger in his arms, he heard terrifying words from behind his head.

"I'm sorry! You are full of crimes, so you can only die here." The man who repaired the knife picked up the bayonet and pierced his chest easily: "Go to another world to atone for your sins! Go and pay for those you killed The old man, the child, the woman, repent!"

The young bandit looked at the sharp bayonet protruding from his chest in disbelief, and couldn't believe it until he died, that someone would kill without hesitation like himself.

"28!" The man who was obviously the leader had already removed the bayonet from the muzzle of his gun. He inserted the bayonet back into his scabbard neatly, and fastened the imitation buckle that fell off.

He turned back so that his back was aimed squarely at where Dawes was hiding.At this time, Dawes poked his head out to observe, and was about to look for an opportunity to escape, only to find that behind this group of people was also full of bits and pieces of equipment.

The leading man was carrying a backpack made of canvas, and the corners were reinforced with wear-resistant leather.Below this backpack, there is also a water bottle and a short-handled shovel fixed to the armed belt.

No army in this era is willing to equip its soldiers with such complete equipment, not to mention that this group of people is equipped with pistols on each side!

Therefore, Dawes can be very sure that these people who come to trouble him are definitely not the army, but someone's private army!

These terrifying-looking private armed forces carefully inspected every corpse at the scene, obviously they didn't want to let any one live.

"Ah!" Finally, a gangster pretending to be dead couldn't bear the pressure and jumped up, drew out the long sword around his waist, shouted and rushed towards the man in the gray-green military uniform closest to him.

As a result, the man held a gun in both hands, and with a flexible side step, he avoided the long sword that was coming.Then he lunged forward, stretched out his rifle as fast as lightning, and the bayonet on the muzzle pierced the bandit's stomach.

The bandit tried hard to raise the long sword in his hand, but his strength was lost quickly.Finally he let go of the hand holding the long sword, and after the bayonet was drawn away, he fell to his knees, curled up and fell down.

"Damn!" The blood sprayed from the bloodletting tank stained the man's cuffs red, he cursed, and took half a step back to avoid the dark red blood spreading on the ground.

"I didn't see Dawes...he's still nearby." Not far away, the man who had checked the last bandit's body stood up and reminded him.

"He can't run away." The man in the lead was Loew. Under Tang Mo's order, he brought a well-trained mercenary team to the vicious forest for actual combat training.

They had the most systematic equipment provided by Tang Mo, a complete set of equipment that was more perfect than they imagined. Each of them had tents, kettles, lunch boxes, and special convenience foods made from flour.

These things brought them a lot of convenience in fighting in the jungle, and made them trust Tang Mo's design even more.

The well-designed H-shaped armed belt allows them to easily carry more things, including sufficient bullets and weapons such as bayonet pistols.

And speaking of weapons, I have to mention the bullets that Tang Mo specially prepared for them when they came out this time!

Although these bullets were no different in design from the bullets that Tang Mo provided to Earl Fishereau, the core "gunpowder" in them had been completely improved.

Tang Mo made a batch of bullets from the smokeless gunpowder he had prepared, and specially provided them to his confidant soldiers.

Smokeless gunpowder emits very little smoke and is more useful in jungle warfare.It mitigates the risk of exposing the firing position and somewhat improves the safety of some gunpowder.

Loew and others who are equipped with K1 fast guns are also equipped with revolvers, which can be said to be very sophisticated.

Seeing that these well-equipped and never-before-seen private troops seemed to have no intention of looking for him, Dawes was slightly relieved.

He felt that the opponent's number must not be many, so he didn't have the guts to spread out and look for him, the fish that slipped through the net.However, he was very puzzled, wondering how the opponent could rely on such a small number of people to shoot such dense bullets.

"Okay! Stop playing!" At this moment, Loew in the distance yelled loudly at someone.

Dawes was taken aback when he heard the shout, and then he didn't dare to move, because he felt that the other party was cheating him with words, and he definitely couldn't take the initiative to go out to die.As long as these people lose patience, these people will definitely leave, and then he can get his life back.

"I said... do you think... you hid well?" Just when Dawes thought he might have escaped, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Dawston was so frightened that he trembled all over his body, and subconsciously prepared to raise the musket in his hand.

It's a pity that his hand was pressed in the air by one hand, and a bloody gash was cut horizontally on his neck by a dagger.

Blood sprayed out immediately, directly staining the front of his chest red.Subconsciously, he dropped the other pistol in his left hand and covered the wound on his neck.

He tried hard to block the hole that was constantly gushing blood, but because of his blood pressure, his efforts seemed to be very futile.

Like a fountain, blood spurted from between his fingers and rolled into his collar.Because he killed too many businessmen and women, he can even imagine what he looks like now.

He felt that his appearance must be very embarrassing, it must be ugly to death.His expression must be so desperate that he couldn't even yell out.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he began to spurt blood from his mouth. He found that the strength of the hand holding him was gone, so he staggered forward two steps.

Almost exhausted, he turned his head and saw a young man in the same attire as those standing beside the big tree where he was hiding.

"No. 20 is nine! One is quite a lot, and they are all here!" This was the last voice he heard in this world.

Then, he no longer has any consciousness, and goes to endless hell.

(End of this chapter)