Liu Handong's first reaction was to pull out his gun, fire a warning shot, and fire a shot into the air. The militiamen were indeed frightened back, but in an instant they surrounded them again. A cadre-looking guy held a tin trumpet and shouted: "Come on, he
Don't dare to shoot."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cadre's loudspeaker flew into the sky. He covered his wrist and howled. Then he was shot again in the shoulder. He sat on the ground in pain and screamed. When the militiamen found out that the other party really dared to shoot, they immediately
They retreated away from home, and there was a large area of densely packed wild land on both sides of the road, and they didn't dare to show their heads.
Liu Handong came back and saw that Xiao Dao had climbed out of the overturned Mercedes-Benz. He was unharmed, but the young man driving the car and Zhang Miao in the passenger seat had been knocked unconscious by the collision, and the car's airbag had also deployed.
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"Don't save her, it's her fault." Xiao Dao pointed at Zhang Miao and said through gritted teeth, "Robbing the steering wheel is like crazy."
But Liu Handong still pulled Zhang Miao out, held him on his shoulders and strode towards the Audi car. Xiao Dao had no choice but to drag his companion forward. When he walked to the front of the car, Liu Handong opened the trunk, stuffed Zhang Miao in, and let Xiao Dao put his companion away.
In the back seat, Wei Shengwen replaced the driver and drove a few hundred meters forward before braking to a stop.
The road ahead has been blocked. Two trucks are lying on the road, with ditches one meter wide on both sides. Not to mention cars without off-road capabilities, even hard-core off-road vehicles cannot fly over. Xiaoshang Village is a roadblock.
Well done, this is the way we used to fight Japanese invaders to deal with intruders.
The militiamen surrounded us again, and they were all covered in camouflage uniforms. They neither approached nor strayed far away, and they just sat there.
Liu Handong made a quick decision: "Get off the car and walk!"
Several people got out of the Audi, Liu Handong asked Xie Junyu to carry Zhang Miao, and the old ghost carried another unconscious man on his back. He held a gun to clear the way, followed with a knife, and walked forward. He wanted to see who dared to block the way.
Several militiamen were eager to try, hiding behind trees and throwing stones. Liu Handong fired a warning shot again, scaring them and running away.
"Call the police." The old ghost suggested.
"It's useless to call the police." Liu Handong said, "Instructions should be sent to Xiaoshangcun Police Station. Now we can only rely on ourselves."
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." The old ghost said apologetically, "I have been playing hawk all my life, but I didn't expect to be pecked in the eye by Xiaojiaqiao. I finally understand that Xiaoshang Village is different from other places.
People have been brainwashed, and my experience is of no use here."
Liu Handong said: "Let's talk about it when we get back, something doesn't look right to me."
His feeling was correct, because Shang Yonggui had already come to the front line to command in person. He came over in a red flag car and commanded on a nearby hill. The red flag car was surrounded by hundreds of militiamen, all holding plexiglass riot shields and
Rubber sticks, neat formation, just like an elite army.
Shang Yonggui used his binoculars to see Liu Handong and others walking, and he couldn't help frowning: "If you can't catch just these people, what are you doing for food?"
Shang Fumin said: "Dad, he has a gun."
Shang Yonggui glared: "What's the matter with guns? Back then, the Japanese even had planes and tanks, and they didn't let us Eighth Route Army guerrillas be defeated. The pistol can only have a few bullets at most. Just use people to fill it up, and the sacrificed ones will be given."
As a martyr, the injured village will protect him for the rest of his life!"
The old secretary spoke, and the following naturally understood the spirit. The captains mobilized the militia before the war, saying that those injured during the battle would be treated as work-related injuries, and the village would also provide monthly allowances in addition to wages, so there would be absolutely no worries.
A group of militiamen walked over in line, with rectangular anti-riot shields in front. They were full of murderous intent and had no hesitation. Liu Handong fired two shots into the air without stopping their pace.
, two militiamen were shot in the legs and fell down, and the others became even more excited. After being shot, they would be protected for the rest of their lives. This is a good thing that cannot be found with a lantern.
Liu Handong did not expect this situation. This was the last magazine, and there were three bullets left that must be saved for critical moments. He simply threw the gun to the old ghost, shouted, and rushed towards the militia square alone.
He ran faster and faster, and finally ran into the team sideways, knocking a hole in the phalanx.
"This kid is so scared." Shang Yonggui put down the telescope. There was no suspense anymore. It was difficult for him to defeat four people with two fists. No matter how powerful a person was against a hundred-man battle formation, he would only lose.
Everyone was ready to close the stall and go back, but Shang Yumin exclaimed: "Look!"
Everyone looked down and saw Liu Handong grabbing an emergency stick and beating the militia square to pieces like a tiger among wolves. The army was completely defeated and no one dared to fight him.
Liu Handong holds an emergency stick and dances like a tiger. This stick is made of ASP material. It is 1.8 meters long, extremely hard and flexible, just like the white wax pole of the past. When he was a child, he practiced Shaolin with his grandfather.
The mastery of stick skills is countless times better than that of these three-legged cat militiamen.
If we could go back in time four hundred years ago, Liu Handong would have faced ancient soldiers who had been fighting for a long time. I am afraid he would not have survived for a minute. Fortunately, the 21st century merchants and village soldiers he faced were a group of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms.
They were just farmers, with a large number of people but no advantage at all. They didn't know how to cooperate and didn't know tactics. Only a few of them were brave enough to fight but their abilities couldn't keep up with their ambitions. They were often knocked down by Liu Handong in just one round.
The square formation was beaten into a fan shape by Liu Handong. A circle of people surrounded him. He took a step forward and the militiamen took a step back. He took a step back and the militiamen took a step closer.
Shang Yumin picked up the telescope again, stared at the battlefield silently for a minute, and said: "Very good, wheel battle, wear him to death."
Another group of fresh troops rushed forward, with riot shields still at the front, and militiamen holding bricks and tiles behind them. The captain gave an order, and gravel was thrown from the sky. Liu Handong was seen waving the emergency stick, turning left and hitting again, secretly.
It is airtight, just like an ancient warrior shooting arrows.
"Zhao Zilong will only be like this again." Shang Yonggui sighed.
"Dad, do you want to catch someone alive?" Shang Yumin thought that the old man was interested in talents and hurriedly suggested.
Shang Yonggui glared: "Your father is not Cao Cao, so he cannot be retained."
The militiamen took turns to fight, one after another like a tide. Liu Handong fought off one group after another. His clothes were soaked with sweat, he was panting, and his mouth was dry. No matter how strong his physical strength was, he could not withstand this kind of fighting. One person faced thousands of people.
Even a tough guy can't handle it.
Liu Handong dialed Li Sirui's number: "Are the missiles ready?"
"The drone has already taken off, but the missile requires your pre-authorization, otherwise it cannot be launched." Li Sirui's words made Liu Handong feel cold and he forgot about it.
"Don't worry, I have already sent people there. Five of them are armed. They are still 120 kilometers away from you. Hold on." Li Sirui said.
"No matter how fast we drive, it will take an hour." Liu Handong was frustrated and hung up the phone. He was panting from exhaustion, but did not dare to sit down for fear of being discovered by the other party that he was exhausted.
Lao Gui and others have been standing behind Liu Handong. They have too much time to take care of themselves, let alone help.
The current situation is that every time he takes a step forward, Liu Handong has to exert a lot of physical strength. When he is exhausted, that is when everyone is at a loss. Liu Handong's speed of swinging the stick is getting slower and slower, and the strength is getting weaker and weaker.
The small merchants, villagers and soldiers fought more and more bravely, with red flags waving, gongs and drums noisy, and the suona playing making people's eardrums hurt.
"It would be nice if I could drink water." Liu Handong said
Suddenly a stone flew towards him and hit him on the head. When he reached out and touched his hands, his hands were covered with blood. Liu Handong roared and rushed forward again. He smashed the militiamen's shields with sticks and beat them until they lost their armor.
They collapsed again, leaving seven or eight shields and helmets on the ground.
The old ghost and others hurriedly stepped forward to pick up their shields and put on their steel helmets. At least they could resist the attack and avoid being hit by stones and causing bloodshed on their heads.
Liu Handong exhausted his last strength, his arms were sore, his lungs were burning, and his lips were peeling. If another wave of enemies came, he might not be able to fight against them.
Shang Yonggui saw through the telescope that Liu Handong was showing signs of fatigue and ordered: "Give it to me, catch him alive, and reward him with a villa, a car, and a village voucher of 100,000 yuan!"
The incentive mechanism of Xiaoshang Village is very sound, but the rewards are only the right to use, not ownership. Even the currency is not RMB, but village vouchers. These material rewards are useless to outsiders, but to the villagers
But it is a real benefit. Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. The militiamen don't care about their formation. There are brave men who are pressing forward step by step, with eyes like vultures on the African grasslands.
"Gun." Liu Handong waved to the old ghost. Before he died, he had to pull a few people on his back. If he wanted to kill himself, he would have to pay the price of several lives.
The militiamen were also jealous. Those who dared to attack at this time were all desperate masters, and they did not flinch in the face of the gun. Anyway, the old secretary said that a dead person is considered a martyr, and his wife and children are taken care of. I'm afraid
So hairy.
At the critical moment, the piercing sound of car horns could be heard, and a van came speeding by. The militiamen subconsciously dodged and gave way to a main road.
Liu Handong didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. He raised his gun and stood ready. The van suddenly braked and stopped. Zhang Wei stuck his head out and said, "Get in!"
Everyone was overjoyed and hurriedly got into the car. Liu Handong also climbed into the car and gasped: "Is there water?"
Zhang Wei handed over a bottle of mineral water, and Liu Handong drank it in one gulp and regained his vitality: "Damn, they almost killed me."
Shang Yonggui, who was on the hillside, saw a car coming out of the road and hurriedly ordered the road to be closed. The militiamen were well prepared and quickly spread the iron thorns on the road. One side of the three iron thorns was always facing upwards, and the car would be stabbed if it drove up.
fetal.
Zhang Wei stopped the car forcefully, and Liu Handong opened the car door, trying to get out and fight.
"Wait a minute." Zhang Wei said, "There's a guy in my car."
"Machine gun?" Liu Handong asked. At this moment, he wished he had a machine gun in his hand and shot all these young people blocking the road.
"No, you'll know when you see it." Zhang Wei jumped down and entered the carriage with Liu Handong. They locked the car. There was a large wooden box fixed in the carriage. When the lid was opened, there was a metal machine similar to a humanoid inside.
With dim light.
"Super battery-powered military exoskeletons are still experimental products," Zhang Wei said.