Chapter 855 "Run!" "Ah!" (8)

Author: Dongfang Hong Bus

People saw with their own eyes that the tube in Xiaobao's hand could shoot out hidden weapons so far away. The hidden weapons were small and fast, and they couldn't see clearly what they looked like.

The shock continued. Those who stabbed someone with a knife and didn't bother to continue stabbing them to the end. Those who were stabbed forgot the pain and didn't know how to fight back. The world seemed to solidify.

Although some people were shocked, their minds were still turned around. Seeing Vosma running towards this side, they even felt a little regretful: Why didn’t the child use that tube to launch a hidden weapon? Is it useless to throw a balm jar?

"boom!" With a loud thunder, the Wosma bloomed and ascended in pieces, squirting everywhere. Soon, there were intestines, stomachs, horse hooves, and horse mane smashed down.

Zhuo Yao waved his robe tightly in front of Xiaobao to help him block the minced meat ideas that were splashing over. Xiaobao didn't say anything in advance without throwing the grenade. In desperation, he took off his robe and pulled it open!

Zhuo Yao squeezed out another sentence from his teeth: "You are elegant, but you are so tired of me!"

"My fellow villagers, go home! Leave it to me here!" Xiaobao shouted coolly.

"Ah!" A woman screamed hysterically across the street, and she rang out at the same time as Xiaobao's words, giving Xiaobao a discount to her cool and arrogant feeling - it was her butt falling from the sky and hitting her toes.

Despite this, Xiaobao's words reminded the Daxuan people. People evacuated the scene and entered every door that they could enter. No matter whose house it was, they were Daxuan people and would take care of each other.

The streets suddenly became deserted, and the melee at the county government office also stopped under the threat of Xiaobao and others No. 10 people.

The minor or uninjured people quickly took away their seriously injured and dead companions.

The scene calmed down for a moment. Xiaobao, the Woth people, and the cavalry team that arrived later confronted each other more than ten feet across the county Yaqian Street.

More than 200 cavalrymen came, plus the 100 people who fed the food, more than 300 people and horses, and the 100 people from Xiaobao, making Xiaobao weak.

But Xiaobao's people, each holding a grenade, staring at the Voss's men, made them afraid to get close.

The situation is in stalemate.

The Worth man whispered, his eyes swept at the bloodstains on the ground and the broken horse corpse, and the round porcelain jars with fists in Xiaobao's hand.

Although these things look a bit weird, they are not eye-catching. The people of Voss have many questions in their eyes.

Their voices became a little louder, and then became smaller, as if they were arguing about the correlation between the explosion just now and the corpses on the ground.

After someone stepped forward and turned over the body of the "brand head" of Vos, they looked at the strange-shaped iron pipe in Xiaobao's hand.

His eyes were both frightened and hesitant.

Soon, the Woth man calmed down, and everyone stared at Xiaobao and others with vigilance.

The wind seemed to stop blowing, and no more birds passed by.

As if bound by some invisible force, the atmosphere of the entire street is strangely quiet, but extremely solemn and depressing.

In all places where there are doors, people are watching here through the cracks in the door; people are also listening with their ears pricked up in each wall.

The brief silence seems endless and long.

Xiaobao doesn’t know what to do next now. Most of his men are in Baijiaxing, and only these hundreds of people are protecting him.

After being silent for a while, the Worth people began to exchange eyes, as if discussing a decision.

There were only some "two-legged sheep" that didn't even have horses in front of me. The Worth people thought in their minds that a charge would kill them and execute them all.

The Voss' aura is getting heavier,

Xiaobao looked at the other person calmly, but he leisurely put the pistol on the back of his hand, as if he didn't like something to occupy his hands.

He can no longer fill ammunition in public now. The Vos may not be able to react once just now, but if he does it again, the disadvantages of the flintlock rifle will undoubtedly be exposed.

what to do?

Zhuo Yao, standing with his hands on his back, couldn't help but grab the spear behind him.

"Gudongdongdongdongdong..."

A small sound of something rolling came, which seemed particularly abrupt on the quiet street.

The voice came from behind the Worth people, and they couldn't help looking back.

On the empty street, somebody's pickled vegetables were rolling towards them crookedly.

This made the Woth people instantly alert. They scanned the horses under their crotch with vigilant eyes, and the war horses under their crotch were also extremely uneasy. Their ears were raised and their tails were shaking between their legs.

The pickled vegetables jar appeared strangely, and the Worth man did not move for a moment.

Xiaobao squatted down and vaguely saw the pickled vegetables jar through the Worth man's horse legs, but he didn't see anyone approaching, and the street was still empty.

Until the jar was about to roll under the Worth people's horse's hooves, someone finally couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of depression. He cursed and jumped off the horse, trying to catch the jar to check.

Xiaobao suddenly realized something and shouted: "Let's go down!"

At this moment, a crisp explosion sounded, and then a "boom!" and the pickled vegetables in front of me exploded!

The specific gravity of black gunpowder is similar to that of water, and the capacity of the jar can hold about ten kilograms of water!

The explosion happened under his feet, and dozens of Vos war horses fell to the ground in an instant.

A large pit with a diameter of nearly five feet appeared where the Worth people were, and a large area of ​​the Worth people fell to the ground!

Some of the fallen war horses were motionless, some were twitching slightly, but the fallen people had only a few missing arms and legs, and the rest were intact.

If someone can look closer, they will find that the fallen people or horses, whether they are gasping or not, are bleeding from their seven orifices.

A man covered in blood and torn clothes stumbled up, his shouting filled with fear: "Run...ah!"

Finally, a dozen other Voss men, who were also covered in rags and covered in blood, staggered and wanted to get up.

They didn't hear their companions' shouts, they couldn't hear them, and even the person who shouted could not hear their own voice.

They just realized that they were not dead before moving.

Thanks to the Vos Horses of pure blood, half of the horses were overly frightened when they exploded and ran away with the riders on their backs.

Only dozens of wrecked people who were left with no sign of their face were still struggling on the ground.

They were like broken scarecrows pecked by birds, with holes everywhere on their faces and bodies bleeding, and countless pieces were embedded in their bodies.

Someone couldn't even see his eyes in both eyes, and there were only two pieces of pickled jar that had been pierced into.

Amid the wailing sounds all over the street, Xiaobao and his group got up one after another, and they were covered with a thick layer of soil, which was the loess that had been blown up.

Many people also have fine tiles and stones on their bodies and hair, and everyone looks like radishes that have just been dug out of the soil.
Chapter completed!