"Gun in hand, follow me!"
Zhang Decheng waved his hand and rushed towards the Wutong Club with a large number of men dressed as refugees.
Not only did each of them hold weapons in their hands, they also had a travel bag slung on their backs.
The bag is full of gun ammunition.
They quickly arrived at the refugee camp, but did not attack the clubhouse immediately.
Instead, they each put the swords and guns they carried into the hands of nearby refugees.
Soon, more than two hundred refugees had a gun with the safety on.
Before they could react with their weapons in hand, they heard Zhang Decheng roar:
"Gun in hand, follow me!"
More than 20 Zhang family elites echoed in unison: "Gun in hand, follow me!"
More than two hundred refugees were in a daze due to abdominal pain, but now they were in chaos and lost their sense of control.
When he heard someone shouting slogans and he had a gun in his hand, he instinctively followed Zhang Decheng and others and rushed forward.
"Gun in hand, follow me!"
Zhang Decheng shouted for the third time, and then led his people to the front line.
Without saying a word, he raised the muzzle of the gun and poured out bullets.
Amidst a burst of gunfire, several members of the Wutong Club screamed and fell out.
Before they could stop screaming, a group of subordinates also fired their warheads.
Countless warheads shrouded the area like rain again, knocking over a dozen retreating clubhouse guards to the ground.
Two hundred refugees also instinctively pulled the trigger.
More than a dozen clubhouse guards screamed and fell to the ground.
"Back off, back off!"
"Call for support, call for support!"
When the other guards saw this, they roared angrily and retreated to avoid it.
Then they also drew their weapons and fought back.
Thousands of refugees were startled at first when they saw the shooting, and then turned pale with fright. They screamed and ran for cover.
But the whole place behind was blocked by Zhang Decheng's men.
Seeing the muzzle of the gun spraying out bullets, and seeing the murderous Zhang family members, countless refugees had no choice but to turn around and shout.
"Bang bang bang——"
As countless refugees turned around, the faces of nearly a hundred guards who rushed over immediately changed drastically.
They could have pulled the trigger and shot the incoming refugees to the ground.
In addition to the huge pressure brought by thousands of people, there are also Zhang Decheng and others trapped inside, who shoot warheads from time to time.
After killing more than a dozen companions, the guards of the Xia family were completely unable to tell which ones were real refugees and which ones were members of the Zhang family.
This shot caused dozens of refugees to scream and fall to the ground.
But this also made the refugees with guns angry, grabbing their weapons and shooting forward continuously.
Although their marksmanship was not accurate and they had little combat effectiveness, two hundred people fired at the same time, which still created a huge momentum.
The dense warheads also knocked over more than a dozen guards at the Wutong Club.
Seeing the ferocity of the refugees, the guards' eyes turned red. No matter what the impact was, they fired bullets as hard as they could.
All of a sudden, there was a hail of gunfire and bullets at the door of the club.
The other refugees saw this and were scurrying around like headless flies.
There were screams, shooting sounds, and cries.
"Kill, kill in!"
"Fight in, there are not only Niuhuang Jiedu Pills, but also gold and silver mountains, and beautiful women!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Go in and rob them all!"
"If you want to rob the emperor, you want to sleep with the queen."
"It's better to live a humble life than to have a romantic night."
"Does the prince and general Xiang Ning have the guts?"
Zhang Decheng knew the psychology of the refugees, and while constantly firing guns at them, he also continued to bewitch them.
Sure enough, the eyes of countless homeless people lit up.
They were already suffering from stomach cramps and felt worse than death. The guards shot them mercilessly, which made them even more frightened and angry.
Why don't you just come here and ask for a few bezoar detoxification pills to save your life? How about killing the killer like this?
And if they don't fight in and get the contract terminated now, they will all die of abdominal pain at the door.
Rather than die in pain or be killed like this, it is better to do something vigorously.
When I rushed in, I found not only Niuhuang Jiedu Pills, but also money and women. This was worth a fight.
So each of them lost their fear, took the weapons issued by Zhang Decheng and others, and turned around and rushed towards the entrance while breathing hot air.
It was completely dark, and his eyes were still shining, like a wild wolf that had been hungry for several days in the wilderness.
"Up, up, up!"
Zhang Decheng encouraged the refugees to charge while distributing weapons to them.
Soon, he sent out the last short gun.
The refugee looked at Zhang Decheng and was startled: "Brother, you gave me your gun, but you don't have a gun anymore, what are you using it for?"
"It's okay, I can just grab something to use."
Zhang Decheng waved his hand in the distance.
Soon, two men ran over and handed something wrapped in oilcloth to Zhang Decheng.
Zhang Decheng pulled the oilcloth, and a Gatling stick appeared.
The refugees were stunned for a moment!
Zhang Decheng carried Gatling.
The next second, he pressed forward fiercely.
"Da da da!"
Balls of blue fire suddenly spurted out.
The door that was about to close was instantly hit by countless bullets.
Boom, there was a loud noise, the iron door exploded, and dozens of Wutong Club guards were thrown out.
"Gun in hand, follow me!"
Zhang Decheng roared and charged with Gatling on his back...
"Do princes and generals have the guts to be in love with one another? Do princes and generals in general have the guts to be in peace with each other?"
Countless refugees rushed into the clubhouse with howls and screams.
"boom!"
When the Wutong Club was engulfed in flames, there was a movement from a pavilion on a mountain road two kilometers away.
The stone table in the pavilion was moved out, and two men and one woman emerged.
Both men are old men in gray clothes, with bright eyes and long and powerful arms.
The woman is wearing a cheongsam, her hair is tied up, her eyebrows are delicate, and her expression is extremely cold.
To be continued...