The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1915 Two Fatal Misjudgments

There are beards in the Northeast, horse thieves in the Northwest, and bandits in Shandong.

Hu Zi is characterized by cunning and ferociousness, just like the mountain eagle. All lives within his influence are destroyed.

The characteristic of horse thieves is that they come and go as fast as the wind. When you whistle, they will appear. Wherever they pass, men's heads fall to the ground, and women are already being robbed and screaming in vain on their horses.

But what are Shandong bandits like? The four horses in front and behind are

Shandong bandits don't whistle. Before they take action, they often shoot arrows as a signal. The horses' necks are tied with bells that jingle when they run.

The same is true for the four horses in front and behind.

  As the horse started running, the copper bell hanging on its neck began to jingle. Even the dull sound of horse hooves could not suppress the clear sound, as if the Black and White Impermanence had come to claim one's life!

There were two groups, front and back, with two people in each group. Just as Bian Xiaolong worried, one of them was holding a grenade with the pin removed, and the other was holding a box gun.

The people who came also designed a battle plan, with those rushing in front and attacking with grenades, and those following behind and defending with guns.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

According to the orders they received, they only needed to blow up two carriages, and then shoot a few more times at the people who ran out of the carriages, and their mission would be accomplished.

There were people with guns on the two carriages, but there were not many people, only two or three. Their weapons included box guns, and all the captured weapons belonged to them.

To them who were often involved in murder and robbery, this matter seemed very simple. Moreover, in addition to the four men who were riding horses to surround the two carriages, they also had ambushes at high points on both sides.

Given the importance of the person who assigned them this task, they even set up their only light machine gun.

  The horse's hooves click,

The wind rustles the leaves.

The saber pierced the clouds in the sky,

We want to leave the bloodiest flowers to the world!

Four bandits rode towards them on horseback, two of them holding grenades high in the air.

But at this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out!

Compared with their lofty ambitions as bandits, the sound of gunfire seemed insignificant. There were only four shots in total, and some of them overlapped. The momentum of the gunshots could not even catch up with the sound of horseshoes with nailed horseshoes!

But the gunshot represented the sentence of death, and the four bandits eventually paid the price of their lives for their previous murders and robberies.

When the gunshot sounded, they fell off their horses.

Four people fell to the ground of Qilu with a "thump" sound one after another, splashing up some dust, and either their heads or their chests, bloody flowers of death bloomed!

Then, the two carriages that were moving slowly forward suddenly stopped, and the drivers quickly retreated into the carriage canopies.

Then, only the four horses, unaware that their masters had fallen, continued to run aimlessly, passing by the Highlanders on both sides as they watched.

  At this moment, the bandit's bell was still ringing, but everything had changed!

After a moment's silence, shouts suddenly came from the high points on both sides of the road, followed by gunshots and bullets raining down, all pouring on the two carriages parked in the middle of the road.

There were quite a lot of bandits in this group, and no one knew how many bullets hit the two carriages.

It was visible to the naked eye that when the two horses pulling the cart were first shot, one of them was hit in the head by a bullet and fell down directly.

The other horse jumped first, because it was hit by a bullet first. However, the bullets were so dense that it would not have the chance to get frightened and go crazy.

  Then, I don't know how many bullets hit it, so it simply lay on its side, as if it was blown down by the wind!

As for the canvas cover of the carriage, it was beaten like a sieve in an instant.

But a canopy is just a canopy, and it is supported by wooden strips or bamboo strips inside.

So, even though the carport was riddled with holes, it still stood upright like a battle flag on the battlefield.

After a while, the gunfire stopped, and a man stood up on the high ground on one side with a gun. He first silently watched the situation on the road ahead for a while, the overturned carriage, the lying horse pulling the carriage, the canopy that was beaten like a sieve, and his four men lying motionless on the road.

He waved his hand, and behind him, more of his men stood up with guns and headed towards the carriage in front and below.

The person who gave him the order did not tell him who he was going to kill, and he did not want to know. He only knew that as long as he killed the target, he would not owe that person any favor.

After obtaining the intelligence and personally observing the two carriages, he also thought that it would be a simple matter to kill the people in the carriages and make sure there was no life left in the carriages.

So he was the one who decided on the battle plan on how to destroy the two carriages, but how could he have imagined that this would be the outcome?

And now, they have shot the two carriages into sieves, and he doesn't believe that the people inside can survive.

  This time he wanted to find out who the person was who killed his four most trusted men on the carriage. No matter who the person was, he would cut him into pieces to relieve his hatred!

But he didn't know that he still underestimated his opponent.

The first time he underestimated his opponent, four of his men lost their lives, and the second time he underestimated his opponent, it cost him and all his men's lives!

More than twenty bandits came down from the heights on both sides.

All the rifles were resting on their shoulders, and all the pistols were held in their hands, and the muzzles were all pointed at the tattered hood without exception.

If the car cover showed any further movement, it would inevitably attract their concentrated fire. No matter from which angle you looked at it, the people inside would have no hope of survival unless they died.

But just as these bandits walked down the hillside and were about to reach the road, something unexpected happened again!

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire from the two carriages! It was the sound of rapid short bursts of gunfire from the box guns!

As the gunshots rang out, some bandits fell down. One of the bandits managed to fire a shot at the car hood, but that didn't matter. After he fired the shot, he was hit directly in the chest by a bullet and fell down!

"Under the car!" a bandit shouted loudly, but after shouting, he let go of his gun and lay down.

  What is a box gun?

The box gun is a close combat weapon. Before it was exported to China, it was called a combat pistol in its native Germany!

What’s more, this time the bandits encountered the most famous sharpshooter of the Northeast Army!

The bandit leader knew that now that they had reached this distance, there was no way to retreat except to rush forward. Retreating would mean death!

He instinctively pointed the box gun in his hand towards the bottom of the car.

But the gun from the opposite side fired, and by the time he felt his hand holding the gun as if hit by a hammer, his box gun had already fallen to the ground, and his wrist was actually shot!

The bandit leader was horrified!

But at this moment, he felt someone "knock" his right leg, his thigh was also hit, and then he fell down uncontrollably!

"The boss is dead, run!" The bandit leader, who was lying on the ground, heard his men shouting.

"Where are you running? If you run back you will die!" shouted the bandit leader who still had a glimmer of hope of survival.

But at this time, apart from the gunshots, no one responded to him.

Lying on the ground, he saw from a unique perspective that several of his men fell one after another behind him.

The person who fell down next to him was his little follower.

His little follower usually feared and admired him, as he was used to the boy's clear eyes.

  But it was the first time that he saw such an expression in his little follower's eyes, that was - fear!

Because the bullet that shot the little follower hit him right between the eyebrows. The opponent's shooting skills were so fast and so accurate!