Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 881
Before Mo Jiu could finish his cold snort, another man in black rushed over from behind.Without saying a word, the firecracker shot out.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, and the man in black fell down again.

This time, Mo Jiu frightened himself.

She raised the gun and looked at it, and whispered strangely: "No way? Even if the gun's aim is good, my marksmanship shouldn't be so good?"

"Damn, I'm scared to death!" The man in black who fell to the ground found that he was healthy, wiped his forehead, stood up slowly, and walked towards Mo Jiu again.

"I won't scare you this time—" Mo Jiu was startled, and raised the firecracker again.With a short gunshot, the man in black was shot in the chest, and fell down with a cry of pain.

"...Brothers, this thing is really evil, it can kill people!"

He left the last cry and last words in this world, and after struggling several times, he gradually lost consciousness under the shocked eyes of everyone.

Man's deepest fears come from the unknown.The group of men in black looked nervously at Mo Jiu, and then at the bodies of the two accomplices who had been hit by the firearms, feeling a little timid.

"Such an artifact! How can we deal with it?"

"...I have never seen such an evil thing before!"

There was a whispering sound in the crowd of men in black.However, in Mo Jiu's team, of course, there is more than one firecracker in her hand.Those Mohist disciples don't need it, because they are used to fighting with real swords and guns, and they are reluctant to use such good things.Now seeing the firecrackers, the robbers were so frightened that they all laughed.

"Master Mo's things dare to shoot? The beasts haven't reported their names yet?"

"Be careful they start running! Brothers stop them!"

"Just kill it! It's not a good thing at first sight!"

In the snowy night, there was a sound of killing.

With firearms in hand, Mo Jiu's courage doubled, and no matter how fierce the knife-wielding robbers in front of her were, she sneered, and stood beside Mo Wang with fiery eyes, "Brother, it seems that we need to bring some more to Xiao Liulang." Gift!"

Mo Wang asked: "Juzi mean?"

The corner of Mo Jiu's lips twitched: "Catch a few alive."

Hearing this, the leading man in black froze, looked at Mo Jiu, whose robes were fluttering under the snow, and suddenly yelled.

"kill!"

He yelled a kill word with passion, with the power to make the heart beat wildly.A group of men in black seemed to have received some kind of order. Although they were still afraid, they changed their previous state of wanting to flee for their lives, and turned around to fight with the Mohist disciples.

There was a clang and clang sound as the swords collided, Mo Jiu moved his footsteps, and looked at the men in black who were gradually getting the upper hand surrounded by the Mohist disciples, their eyes narrowed slightly, their glamorous appearance was like that of an ignorant man girl.

"These idiots, why don't they just want to get caught?"

"Yeah." Mo Wang said: "They are dead soldiers!"

"Oh? How did you see that?"

"The word kill—" Mo Huang frowned, "It tells the dead soldiers that no matter whether they advance or retreat, they are both killed and dead. There is still hope for life if you advance... If you retreat, you can only die."

"I said I want to live, and they are not afraid of being taken captive?"

"You can't ask anything." Mo Wang was sure.

Mo Jiu has a deep understanding of the integrity and backbone of the people of the time, but she really doesn't believe that there are words in the world that cannot be pried out.Besides, as long as someone is caught, some clues can always be found.

In fact, she was not interested in who would rob the weapon.

Because there are too many people who want these weapons.

But she was really curious about the person who killed her right away.

On the boundless snow field, there was constant sound of fighting, and the cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing pieces of snow foam over. Mo Jiu looked around coldly, and found that there were more and more people in black, obviously unconventional robbers could be compared.

"Damn it, where is this a bandit? It's clearly a soldier?"

She looked at it for a while, let out a low drink, and found that amidst the shouts of the men in black, there was another group of men in black with a larger number, rushing up like a tide.

Those dead soldiers got support, their fighting spirit was higher, and they were no longer so afraid of the Mohist disciples. They surrounded the convoy fiercely one by one, with bloodthirsty madness in their eyes, but their eyeballs glanced at the straw-covered baggage cart from time to time—— Wearing weapons.

They did see the weapon in Mo Jiu's hand.

What if they also have such weapons?

People who risk their lives with their lives have a naturally crazy heart of worship for weapons. It is obvious that these people's possessiveness has been burning like a raging fire, and everyone is frantically killing them. robbing.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The disciples of the Mohists used firecrackers.

But in such a close fight, when the opponent has a large number of people, the firecracker is not as convenient as the machete.

"Kill!"

There are well-trained people on both sides. In addition to force in hand-to-hand combat, it is also about the number of people. Obviously, with the support, the gang in black gained the upper hand in numbers and quickly surrounded the Mohist disciples. A pot of human pies, just waiting to be minced and have a full meal.

"Deacon Zuo, protect Juzi and go first!"

(End of this chapter)