Only when Wang Xuexin arrived at the place did he realize that he had oversimplified things.
It is easy to kill someone, but it is difficult to kill the right person.
On the battlefield, you can tell the enemy from yourself by looking at your military uniform.
But behind here...
Both the bandits and the common people were dressed in plain clothes. The dozen or so people roasting chicken over a fire at the entrance of the village looked like bandits, but who knew if they were guerrillas?
It would be very serious if I made a mistake, and there would be more than a dozen if I made a mistake.
Wang Xuexin observed in the scope for a while, then asked the monk lying next to him: "Do you recognize Shan Maozi?"
The monk replied awkwardly: "I have never been a bandit, how can I know him?"
Now Wang Xuexin was in trouble.
At this time, Wang Xuexin and Monk had the advantage of being prepared and unprepared, and both of them had long-range 38 covers in their hands.
The bandits had either box cannons or Hanyang-made cannons, as well as two blunderbuss and a big knife...
If this battle were fought here, Wang Xuexin and the monk would be sure to win.
The problem is that no one knows Shan Maozi and dare not do anything casually. Then you can't say that they looked like bandits and killed these dozen people, right?
Wang Xuexin looked around and found no fellow villagers.
He was still hoping that a fellow villager could identify him. If he had known it, he would have brought Xu Xiufen.
After thinking about it, Wang Xuexin decided to play a "long and short game".
The so-called "long and short attack" is what Wang Xuexin used to call his cooperation with his comrades in modern times. In fact, one sniper is watching from a distance to control the situation, and the other steps forward to figure out the situation. If something happens, they will immediately cooperate with each other to kill the enemy.
Get rid of it.
"Monk!" Wang Xuexin raised his head towards the monk lying next to him and said, "You keep an eye here with your spear, I'll go up and see what's going on!"
"Okay!" The monk responded casually, but immediately pushed Wang Xuexin back, who was about to get up. His hand was so strong that he almost suffered internal injuries from the pressure.
"Do you fucking look down on people?" The monk glared at Wang Xuexin: "You only have a long gun with a small mirror in your hand that can shoot far, and I also have two box cannons! Let me cover... look down on you
What am I doing anyway?"
"How can I?" Wang Xuexin explained: "Aren't I... worried that you don't know what to say?"
"Don't you just want to ask a question?" The monk replied: "Don't be wordy, just stay here while I go up to see what's going on!"
As he spoke, without waiting for Comrade Wang Xuexin, he stood up and ran toward the entrance of the village. Even if Wang Xuexin shouted softly from behind, it was of no avail.
In fact, monks are indeed more suitable for approaching people.
He is good at boxing and kicking, and his box cannon is more suitable for close combat.
What Wang Xuexin is holding is a sniper rifle, which is of course suitable for long-distance control.
The problem is...
The monk was destined to be shot dead by Shanmao Zi in his hands. Wang Xuexin did not want the monk to take this risk.
So when he saw the monk rushing up as if he was rushing to be reincarnated, Wang Xuexin cursed secretly, was this the so-called "destined fate", and the monk could not escape in the end?
I thought Shanmaozi could only kill the monk in a sneak attack!
I thought nothing would happen if we were far away!
I originally thought this battle would be as easy as eating porridge with side dishes!
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That's why we brought more monks to guide us.
I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing again.
If something happens to the monk, will all this hard work be in vain?
However, Wang Xuexin did not dare to think too much at this time. He picked up his sniper rifle and observed the group of people through the sniper scope.
Judging from their behavior, they are probably bandits, because it is impossible for the guerrillas to drink and leak from both sides. The fellow villagers rarely drink alcohol once, and they are like treasures and are reluctant to leak a drop.
It was this group of people who were bumping around the wine bowl. Most of them only had half of their faces visible, so it was hard to tell which one was a lynx.
At this time, the monk actually rode on his horse.
Wang Xuexin cursed in his heart: "How did you do this? Do you think your goal is not big enough?"
How did Wang Xuexin know that the monk was eager to show off his skills in front of him?
When the monk went up, he felt happy.
This is your chance. We can't compete with guns. We can't compete with you, Xiao Dongbei, in fighting bandits.
Let's get close and shoot, with two box cannons firing left and right. We will definitely hit more than Xiao Dongbei's long gun!
Hurry, don't let Xiao Dongbei get there first.
So I ran a few steps, thought about it, turned around and pulled the horse again, got on it and ran towards the entrance of the village.
When Shanmaozi and others saw a horseman approaching, their eyes lit up.
"There's even one delivered to your door!" Shan Maozi said happily, holding the wine bowl: "Not counting other things, just that horse is worth a few bucks."
When he got closer and took a closer look, Shan Maozi's face darkened and he said nervously: "He's a soldier. He has a strong idea of leading guys and copying guys!"
The bandits immediately went to grab the rifles around them, but the monk didn't give them a chance. While he was still on the horse, he opened the bow left and right and hit the box cannon with a "bang bang" sound, which instantly shocked the bandits.
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In the blink of an eye, the monk ran in front of the bandit, holding a box cannon in each hand, pointing it at the bandit, and shouted: "Don't move! Anyone who moves will be killed. If you don't believe me, give it a try!"
Wang Xuexin secretly said, "Beautiful."
The monk's move was to catch the bandits off guard, use the speed of the horse to suddenly close the distance, and then use the box cannon to control the situation at close range.
You must know that the box cannons in the monk's hands are all twenty-ring, and two box cannons have forty rounds of ammunition. If the marksmanship is accurate, it will be no problem to kill a dozen bandits.
The monk has confirmed that these are bandits. If they were guerrillas, his identity would have been revealed by seeing the Eighth Route Army uniform on him.
There was a bandit who didn't believe in evil and wanted to get a gun, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the monk shot him down.
"There really are some people who don't believe it!" As he spoke, the monk turned over and jumped off his horse. When he dismounted, the muzzle of his gun was pointed in the direction of the bandits, and his eyes were staring ahead with evil eyes. This made Shan Maozi and all the bandits gasp.
A breath of cool air.
The monk raised his chin towards the bandit and asked coaxingly: "Who is the lynx?"
Shanmaozi rolled his eyes and shouted to the guy wearing a dog-skin hat next to him: "It's him, he's Shanmaozi!"
Then he lowered his voice and said to Dogskin Hat: "Run quickly, I'll cover you!"
Dogskin Hat was really fooled. He threw the still-burning firewood in the direction of the monk and ran away...
How could the monk let go of the dog-skin hat? The box cannon knocked him to the ground with two "bang bangs".
When the monk's attention was completely attracted by the dog-skin hat, he completely failed to notice that the lynx rolled to the other side and used the cover of the horse to pull out the box cannon from his waist and point it at the monk...
Shanmaozi's intentions must be said to be vicious. The monk's sight was blocked by the horse, but Shanmaozi was lying on the ground and was able to hit the monk from the empty space under the horse. Needless to say, who lived and who died.
"Bang!" a gunshot sounded.
At this critical moment, a bullet passed through the monk's crotch and hit Shan Maozi, who was lying under the horse on the other side.
Shanmaozi's head tilted and he fell to the ground. Before he died, he was trampled several times by the frightened horse.