Our family is in decline

"I couldn't hear you clearly from too far away, and I didn't dare to get close."

"You are really a fucking waste!" The second child cursed dissatisfiedly when he heard this.

The third child also had a look of disdain on his face, and he knew without even thinking that Disma was a coward, and he only survived by leaving his companions behind and running away.

Disma just smiled and lowered his head to avoid their eyes.

But at this time, those elites finally made a discovery.

"Sir! There is a situation here."

Several people rushed over and found some limbs that had been chewed up and only the skeletons were left.

The broken white bones were covered with bite marks, and the thigh bone was used as a teething stick by an unknown wolf, making the marks even more obvious.

"It's the mark of a wolf bite."

This discovery strengthened several people's understanding that the only people who could drive wolves in this land were the barbarians.

"I saw those people heading that way. This direction is definitely not the way back."

Disma began to continue to lure them deeper, leading several people to several camps that had been attacked before.

Everyone was dead, leaving only some blood stains but no bodies.

It would be fine if they only attacked one or two, but this situation of killing several bandit groups one after another in one night, and still quietly, immediately aroused their high vigilance.

If such an attack is directed at one's own camp, can it withstand it?

At the same time, they all agreed that with so many corpses disappearing, those barbarians must have some treasure.

And Disma was also recognized by the third leader.

"Very good, your news is very important. I will ask the captain for your credit when I get back."

"Thank you, bosses." Disma put on a flattering face. Wandering bandits are very skilled at showing weakness.

After receiving the recognition, Disma was no longer monitored by the two, and his eyes kept scanning around.

This was a camp they attacked last night. This small group did not have the strength to occupy the building at all, so they just cleared a flat area in the wilderness and set up a few tents covered with tattered tarpaulins, plus a bonfire and pot in the middle of the camp. .

The purpose of cleaning up the surrounding area is to prevent wild beasts from attacking at night, but there are no people living there. The open environment here and the dense forest not far away form two relatively extreme scenes.

In other words, all these bandits are now exposed~

Disma soon discovered something and began to move, slowly retreating behind everyone.

"Let's go back."

The two leaders summoned the scattered people back. After all, it was broad daylight, and this was their own sphere of influence. The group was actually relatively relaxed.

But at this moment, the sound of gunfire exploded from the dense forest without any warning, and Disma lay on the ground and shouted.

"Ah! I've been shot."

The elites are different. The team reacts immediately after the gunfire, and the leader shouts loudly.

"Spread out and find cover!"

Several elites spread out to find the nearest tree trunk to rely on and raised their guns to fight back, but the firepower from the opposite side was even stronger, and the gunshots rang out one after another like a barrage of cannons.

Five of the ten elites were hit directly.

Most of their trunks or limbs were completely destroyed, and they were struggling and wailing on the ground.

Some unlucky guys were hit in the head and taken away by name.

After all, you are still a human being, no matter how elite you are, you can't dodge bullets.

"Over there! Cover fire." The two leaders raised their hands and fired towards the dense forest. They didn't see anyone. They fired to scare the enemy and find cover for their teammates.

But at this time, they had only fired one round, and it would take time to reload.

But gunshots rang out one after another in the distance, and two more elites were taken away.

"There's something wrong with this firepower. There are at least six guns on the other side."

The third child is also a veteran of the battlefield. Judging the firepower of the opponent is simply the number of shots fired within thirty seconds.

We are all well-trained musketeers here, but reloading also takes forty to fifty seconds, but the gunfire from the opposite side never stops, as if there is no need to reload. To have this kind of firepower, you must have six guns plus six A skilled gunner.

In one round, six people on my side were lost without even seeing them. If we continue fighting like this, our entire army will be annihilated.

"Second brother breaks out now, otherwise we will be doomed if they load their ammunition. I'll stop them and let them go quickly."

The third child shouted, but the second child could not bear it after hearing this.

"You go first, I'll hold these people back."

"Second brother, take care of yourself."

The third child shouted, stretched out his pistol and fired a shot into the distance, firing out the newly loaded bullet, and then called on the remaining people to break out in the opposite direction.

Now the second child felt that he had been cheated.

I'm just being polite, why do I take it seriously?

My mouth is really mean!

The second child didn't really mean to stay. When he saw them running away, he immediately ran towards the other side.

How could he withstand so many gunmen by himself? To stay is to die.

As for brothers? Stop being funny~

They are deserters and bandits, who are not trying to survive?

However, the gunfire that had just subsided sounded again, and the elites who had just emerged fell to the ground one after another. Even the third child was hit and fell to the ground.

On the contrary, the second child took the opportunity to actually escape into the dense forest and disappeared, and escaped with the other two remnant soldiers who were only slightly injured.

The gunfire that was as dense as firecrackers subsided instantly, and for a while there was only the sound of tragic wails.

It only took two or three minutes to start. Those who missed the vital point did not die so quickly, but it was painful to live because there was no hope of survival.

The originally intensive gunshots had certainly stopped, but shots were still being fired in the dense forest.

Like a roll call, he shot at everyone, whether they were corpses or living people. One shot at a time was extremely accurate.

They could only watch as their helpless companions around them were shot, and then it was their turn...

"Bang!"

One of the elites completely collapsed and committed suicide with his own gun.

A group of more than ten people in his group suffered heavy casualties without even seeing the enemy. He couldn't bear the huge pressure. Rather than wait for the roll call, he might as well do it himself.

The trigger that Lance wanted to pull suddenly came loose, and he was a little confused by this man's operation.

As for that~ With this kind of psychological quality, why should I imitate someone to become a bandit?

He complained in his heart, but still did not waver in his gun, and turned to aim at the next one.

These people are all elites and some are armored. If I don't give them refills, what if I get close and suddenly take a shot at them?

He didn't have the capital to overturn, and would rather waste a little time and gunpowder.

"Bang!"

There was another gunshot, and an elite man crawled hard to escape from this place with a hole in his back and fell completely to the ground.

But at this moment, the third child who was lying on the ground actually got up.

Thanks to [Tree Woodpecker_] for the tip.

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