Even though Mr. Gejilu was so old, he was still very strong. After he chopped down a Maitreya gangster with a knife, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and scared him into a cold sweat.

Zheng Changsheng held a scimitar in his hand, but there was no one around him.

I broke out in cold sweat.

Damn Gemeido, if my son-in-law makes any mistake, I will peel off your skin and pull out your muscles.

Even the old man's words were useless, right? He scolded Gemido angrily in his heart and hurriedly got out.

With a quick step, he jumped onto the high platform and said, "Smelly son-in-law, was it you who sent Gemedo down?"

Facing the questioning from his father-in-law, Zheng Changsheng chuckled: "Father-in-law, the overall situation has been decided, and there is no need for guards around my son-in-law. I think it is better to resolve the battle as soon as possible.

Those who are late may be afraid of something unexpected happening!"

Gejilu glared at Zheng Changsheng fiercely: "You, you, let me say whatever you want about you. You don't care about yourself too much. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and anything can happen. If you make a mistake,

What should I do with my Duoduo?”

Gejilu guessed that it was Zheng Changsheng who sent the people away.

Because he has been following him for many years, he knows his temperament better than anyone else.

If Zheng Changsheng hadn't forced him to participate in the battle, he would not have left the guard anyway.

"No problem, my son-in-law is determined to die, and King Yama will not accept it. My son-in-law has already passed by the gate of the underworld before, and the devil judges are all familiar with it. They will not come to take my life easily."

Zheng Changsheng said jokingly.

Seeing that Zheng Changsheng insisted on this, Gejilu could not force it anymore, but he would not end up fighting.

Instead, he acts as a bodyguard to guard Zheng Changsheng.

The situation was just as Zheng Changsheng expected.

With more and more people fleeing, the Maitreya cult bandits have long lost their interest in fighting.

With the three hundred fresh troops of Gemedo joining the battle group, the battle was resolved in half a stick of incense time.

There were 2,000 Maitreya cult bandits, some fled, some died, and some surrendered.

The overall situation was settled, and Zheng Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, there was gunfire in the distance.

The banging sound is endless.

Well, Feng Changkong finally arrived. Could it be that he encountered some of the escaped gangsters?

Zheng Changsheng's guess was indeed correct.

A thousand musketeers were ordered to arrive, just in front of Jin Jiu and the others.

Good guy, these musketeers were all holding their breath. They rushed to support Yonghe Bo. They threw away everything they could throw away along the way and accelerated here at the speed of a rapid march.

The group of people led by the stubborn Jin Jiu plunged right under their noses.

How could this be any better?

A round of guns went over and placed in a large area.

Damn, projectiles are flying, and sparks are flying everywhere.

A flying stone opened Jin Jiu's forehead, and bright red blood flowed down his cheek. He had a ferocious appearance, and at first glance, he was not a good-natured person.

In addition, his face was covered with blood, which made him look even more disgusting.

Jin Jiu wanted to shout: "Don't shoot your own people."

But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again.

Don't say that these soldiers don't know him. Even if someone knows him, I'm afraid the firing at this moment will not stop.

He was secretly complaining in his heart, and originally he wanted to leave.

Find a place where no one is and hide, and then show up to find Uncle Zheng when the incident is over.

However, these people behind him didn't know why they were so affectionate towards him at this moment.

He was even more affectionate than his biological father and mother, and they followed him one after another, unable to shake him off.

The musketeers of the Ming army are not as good as the soldiers of the Big family and Wuniu.

They are a unit with hot weapons, they can shoot you from a distance and will not engage you at all.

You can't find an opponent no matter how hard you try.

One thousand people versus two thousand people. If this was a fight with cold weapons, the side would definitely be at a disadvantage.

But these thousand musketeers of the Ming Army are now suppressing the fleeing bandits of the Maitreya Sect and beating them.

There is no chance to pay it back.

The volley of guns kept ringing, and each round of banging sound took away a wave of human lives.

Blood splattered everywhere, and wailings were everywhere. Some of them were frightened to death. They cried for their fathers and mothers, which was unbearable to watch.

The sound of gunshots resounded in my ears and shocked my soul.

People who have not experienced bloodshed will simply not be able to withstand the huge casualties.

The corpses were stacked one on top of the other like an Arhat, with blood flowing across them. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the blood flowed like a river.

Jin Jiu is now lying on the ground, and he is only in close contact with the earth.

He didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear that he would be shot if he raised his head.

The power of the musket was so great that people who were accustomed to seeing casualties with cold weapons suddenly couldn't bear it mentally.

A Maitreya cult gangster who was familiar with him, the two met at the gambling table.

The relationship between them is pretty good, and sometimes two people join forces to win other people's money.

This relationship is considered strong enough.

But just now, there was a gunshot.

Half of this guy's head was blown off, but it didn't fall off. Red and white things sprayed all over Jin Jiu's body.

The melon seeds were drooping on Ban La's head, as if he had dropped them, but it made Jin Jiu sick.

Also, some people were shot directly in the chest, leaving a hole and blood spurting out, and they couldn't stop it.

Oh my god! It's so scary.

Fortunately, he abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side early. Otherwise, he would have been shot sooner or later.

The bullets whizzed past his head, hitting the Maitreya cult gangsters behind him, unable to dodge, and they fell straight to the ground and died miserably.

Maybe he's not dead yet, but the muscles in his legs are pulsing, causing his legs to shake uncontrollably, just like he has epilepsy.

Jin Jiu didn't know whether it was his own blood or someone else's blood, but it was already soaked in blood.

The warm blood gradually turned cold and stuck to his body, making him feel extremely painful.

But he didn't dare to move, for fear that the Ming army on the opposite side would shoot him and kill him.

He was one of our own, and it would be unjust if he was killed by one of our own.

There is no way to explain this in the underworld.

It was purely an accidental injury.

Jin Jiu prayed secretly in his heart, and this scene that he remembered for a lifetime passed quickly.

He swore that he never wanted to experience such a hellish scene in his life again.

Jin Jiu's ears were ringing, his head was buzzing, and his nervous heart was beating like a general, wishing he could give the order.

I don’t know how long it took, but Jin Jiu was already trapped.

The platoon gunners gradually disappeared, with one or two sounds occasionally heard.

Jin Jiu knew that most of the Maitreya cult bandits had been shot to death.
Chapter completed!