The damp and cold spring in England makes people very uncomfortable. The leather shoes stepped on the grass and soon the socks got wet. Liu Ziguang was walking in front with little Arthur under his arms, followed closely by Bobby and Dongfang Ke. Zhang Baiqiang was holding a gun and was walking behind.
His steps were a little difficult, and drops of blood dripped down his wrists onto the grass.
The gun battle on the road continued. Chu Xiangdong and the other three lay down behind the car wreckage and started a gun battle with the pursuers. The gangsters who had been dispersed by Liu Ziguang also climbed up from under the roadbed and surrounded them from the flanks.
The battle was very difficult. Although Chu Xiangdong and the others were heroes across the world, these British gangsters were not good men and women, especially the guys from the Kent group. They had been hunting wild ducks by the pond with shotguns since they were young, and their marksmanship was quite good.
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The sky was extremely cold, and bullets were flying by. Chu Xiangdong was sitting behind a scrapped car, loading bullets into the magazine. Suddenly, he felt his face was a little wet. When he looked up, there was a pattering of rain and mist floating in the sky.
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He wiped his face and turned around to see that Liu Ziguang and the others had walked a few hundred meters away, and they couldn't reach this distance.
"Crow, Lu Hai, you two retreat first, I will cover." Chu Xiangdong loaded the magazine, pulled the bolt of his gun and aimed at the shadowy pursuers in the distance.
"A Dong, you go first, I'll stop you later!" Crow fired twice and roared in an unquestionable tone.
"You've grown up, haven't you? You've become disobedient, haven't you?" Chu Xiangdong got angry and grabbed Wu Ya's arm.
"Brother Dong, I am a bad boy. If you die, you will die. Your mother is still here, so you can't die." This time, the crow didn't listen to him. He suddenly withdrew his arm and continued to shoot. A guy appeared in the distance.
He fell to the ground in response.
"Crow, listen to Brother Dong, you retreat first, I will cover you." Lu Hai crawled over from the other side. His face was covered with stains and blood. It seemed that he had experienced a fierce battle.
"Stop talking nonsense, you go!" Crow didn't even look back.
"Crow... Then Chu Xiangdong saw a pool of blood under Crow's body, and hurriedly pushed away the hand covering his chest. His clothes were all red, and he had been shot.
"You're injured, Lu Hai, carry him on your back!" Chu Xiangdong's heart tightened. He knew that Wu Wu was fatally injured, and he might not be able to survive this time.
Crow pushed Chu Xiangdong away, smiled at the two brothers, raised his pistol and pointed it at his temple: "A Dong, A Hai, if you don't leave, I will commit suicide."
"Brother!" At this point, what else could the two of them say? They took a deep look at their brother for the last time, turned around and left, never looking back.
Heavy gunshots rang out from behind, and Crow's pursuers did not dare to take the lead.
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A few hundred meters away, the pampered Prince Bobby was out of breath. Finally, when he reached the farmhouse, he couldn't walk any longer. He panted heavily and sat down on the wooden steps of the farmhouse.
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Liu Ziguang pushed the door of the farmhouse and found it was locked. Many upper-class British people would buy real estate in the suburbs and live here to weed, ride horses, and hunt in their spare time. This farmhouse must be like this. He didn't care.
I rudely kicked in the door and went in to search, but I didn't find anyone. However, I saw a tractor parked outside the window and an old gun hanging on the wall.
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Chu Xiangdong and Lu Hai ran staggeringly, and the gunshots in the distance became more intense. It was the crow that was using its life to buy time for them to escape.
Probably realizing that the other party's gunshots were getting weaker, the gangsters gradually surrounded him from three directions. After a bluff, the other party remained silent and unresponsive.
"They're out of bullets!" The gangsters rushed up, but they only saw a man covered in blood sitting behind the car wreckage, with hundreds of bullet casings scattered around him, and empty submachine guns and pistols thrown aside.
, this man was seriously injured, his lips were all red, but his eyes were still shining.
Crow fumbled for a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth. He looked at the lush fields in the distance. Scenes from Tsz Wan Hill House Village in Hong Kong when he was a child appeared before his eyes.
"I really want to go back to that moment." He smiled hard, looked around at the ferocious-looking ghost guys, picked up a lighter, lit a cigarette, and threw the lighter on the ground filled with gasoline.
There was a loud noise and a huge fireball rose into the sky.
Chu Xiangdong and Lu Hai turned around suddenly. Even though they were tough guys with strong bones, at this moment they were short of breath and had tears in their eyes.
In the farmhouse, Bobby and little Arthur were startled by the explosion. Zhang Baiqiang, who was lowering his head to bandage his wounds, paused slightly and continued to bandage. Liu Ziguang sat on the tractor, just looked at the flames in the distance, and continued to bandage.
Engine key.
There was a rumble and the tractor started. Liu Ziguang jumped out of the car and walked over and shouted: "Get in the truck and leave!"
Bobby and the others climbed onto the tractor, Chu Xiangdong and Lu Hai also stumbled over, but Zhang Baiqiang still sat there motionless.
"I've been shot. If I leave, I'll be a drag on you. If I stay, I can stop you for a while." Zhang Baiqiang said decisively.
"It's not your turn! Get in the car." Liu Ziguang jumped off the tractor, walked up to Zhang Baiqiang and shouted in a fierce voice.
Zhang Baiqiang pointed the gun at Liu Ziguang: "Boss, I'm sorry. I owe my brothers and it's time to pay them back."
Liu Ziguang grabbed the pistol, slashed Zhang Baiqiang's neck with a knife, and shouted to Chu Xiangdong: "Fight him up!"
The unconscious Zhang Baiqiang was carried onto the tractor. Liu Ziguang handed the pistol and remaining bullets to Chu Xiangdong and said: "Take them to Portsmouth Port and find a COSCO Group cargo ship called 'Xiangjiang'. The captain will arrange for you
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Chu Xiangdong nodded vigorously, and Liu Ziguang thought for a moment and continued: "If there is danger, give up the big one and keep the small one, you know."
"I understand." Chu Xiangdong stepped on the accelerator, and the tractor's huge tires kicked up pieces of dirt and drove forward.
At this time, the pursuers' cars had already driven far away. A dozen cars were lined up in a row, driving murderously on the wet grass in southern England, as imposing as chariots.
They were furious today. Originally they were just working for money, but after paying huge casualties, it has turned into a personal hatred. Gangsters also have brotherhood. They watched their brothers have their heads blown off with guns and were killed.
The gasoline will burn to death, and no bloody man will take a step back.
Liu Ziguang watched the tractor leave, walked indoors, took off the Lee Enfield Mark III bolt-action rifle from the wall, pulled the bolt and checked it. The chamber was very clean, the metal parts were shiny, and the wooden parts were smooth and tidy.
, the wood grain is clear, and even the leather strap looks brand new. It seems that the owner pays great attention to maintaining this old gun from the First World War.
Opening the drawer, there were several white paper boxes inside, containing .303 caliber rifle bullets. Liu Ziguang tore open the paper boxes, pulled the magazine release button in the trigger guard, removed the magazine and loaded ten bullets into it.
, then stuffed the remaining bullets into his pocket, walked out with the rifle on his back, picked up the wooden ladder beside the door, walked to the back of the farmhouse and climbed up, lying on the wet roof, using the chimney as cover, clatter
He pulled the gun bolt loudly and aimed at the nearest car.
A "bang" gunshot sounded, startling the swallows nesting under the eaves of the farmhouse to flap their wings. Liu Ziguang put down the gun and observed the ballistic impact point. The old gun from decades ago was still extremely sharp, and the first bullet was accurate.
It hit the car and hit the driver behind the windshield. The car lost control and hit the railing. The dead driver was lying on the steering wheel. The long flute sound seemed to be playing someone's sad music.
Liu Ziguang pulled the rotating bolt, and a hot brass bullet shell jumped out and rolled down along the red tiles. The second bullet was loaded. This time he just took a rough aim, fired decisively, and then quickly loaded the gun and continued.
Shooting, continuous precision rifle fire strikes immediately stopped the other party. The gangsters climbed out of the car one after another, hid behind the car and gasped, shouting to each other: "They have sniper rifles!"
"No, Bill, this is a machine gun. I was in the Army, so I can hear it!"
A few guys who did not believe in evil rushed out from behind the car and fired wildly while circling the farmhouse. However, the weapons in their hands could not pose any threat to Liu Ziguang. Instead, Liu Ziguang shot them accurately and knocked them all to the ground.
The gangsters, armed only with pistols and submachine guns, were helpless. In this open, unobstructed area, facing long-range machine gun fire, they had no power to fight back.
Sirens sounded in the distance, and a large police force arrived. In fact, the local police received the call half an hour ago, but the rural police in England are not even equipped with guns and are unable to stop this crime. Now the special police from London are dispatched.
The team is equipped with body armor, submachine guns, and snipers to coordinate operations.
The gangsters wanted to run away, but were knocked down by snipers on the farmhouse just as they stood up. They complained endlessly and could only wait for the police to catch them. Even being imprisoned was better than dying in the wilderness.
The police were quite surprised by the situation at the scene. They thought they were in Mexico, a country where drug dealers are rampant. More than a dozen cars were parked on the road, and only their burnt remains were left. The ground was covered with bullet casings and blood stains. Several female police officers rushed to the car on the spot.
Vomiting, the well-informed SWAT officers couldn't help but recall the scenes when they were soldiers in Iraq.
All the gang members were arrested. According to their confession, there was a sniper hidden on the roof of the farmhouse. The police did not dare to neglect. They first shouted to do ideological work, and then sent special police with heavy shields to advance step by step, and finally occupied the farmhouse.
, but only found an old-fashioned rifle from my grandfather that had been shot blank.
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In the port of Portsmouth in southern England, a Chinese cargo ship loaded with goods slowly left the port. Three tall men walked out of the bottom cabin and stood at the stern of the ship, looking at the distant mainland of England. The leading man silently took out a
A bottle of white wine, biting off the cap and pouring the wine into the rough sea.
"Honor the crow," he said.
"Brothers." The other two men said at the same time. The setting sun shone on their bandaged bodies, like a layer of gold. The sea breeze rustled and the bagpipes sounded, which was the familiar song "Auld Lang Syne":
How can we forget our old friends without longing for our old friends? How can we forget each other? Friendship lasts forever. Long live friendship. Long live friendship. Let’s raise our glasses and drink together and sing in the same voice. We used to wander around the green hills of our hometown all day long. We also experienced everything.
Long life for friendship, long life for friendship, long life for friendship, long life for friendship, long life for friendship, toast and drink together, singing the praises of everlasting friendship (you can figure out the specific scene by yourself)