Fortunately, while Chi Dakui was still hesitating, five more rhythmic gunshots rang out in the city.
Chi Dakui breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the code Liu Lang had agreed with him in advance. Three sounds meant that he was asked to pull the guys out of Chen Bingtong Pass and conduct a military exercise to check the speed of the soldiers' field fortifications. Five sounds meant to stand still, no matter what.
Under no circumstances can force be used against Tongguan, even if the city is reduced to a pot of porridge. Moreover, this is a death order and any violation will be subject to military law.
Although Chi Dakui did not understand Liu Lang's order, Chi Dakui decided to faithfully carry out Liu Lang's order. He shook his hand at Zhao Ergou and others who had already loaded their bullets, signaling that everyone should not move rashly.
Of course, only after seeing Liu Lang's inhuman performance on the battlefield could Chi Dakui have the confidence to do this. Even the fierce little devil is a piece of cake in front of the superior, let alone a landowner in the countryside? Just those gangs.
No matter how many villagers there are with guns, they are nothing more than chickens and dogs.
Although Zhao Ergou and others also resisted Chi Dakui's orders, no one dared to disobey military orders. In Liu Lang's absence, Chi Dakui was the highest commander of the independent regiment, and his orders were the final orders. This was what Liu Lang had already stated in advance.
.Article 10 of the Military Regulations of the Independent Regiment: Anyone who disobeys military orders during war, avoids fighting, or delays the opportunity to fight may be punished on the spot to enforce military discipline.
Now, it's war time.
Wang Shoucheng, who saw the soldiers of the Independent Regiment outside the city entering the trenches in the distance and assuming an offensive posture, but did not fire the first shot for a long time, finally let go of the fear in his throat.
The moment that broad figure encountered the black gun, Wang Shoucheng almost fainted. If possible, he even hoped that the person who encountered the black gun was himself. Others didn't know, but he knew very well in his heart that that person
, is most likely the legendary "anti-Japanese hero". If he died here, not to mention the division headquarters and even the military and political department looking for him, the highest garrison officer, as a scapegoat in the future, it would be the hundreds of heavily armed soldiers who were showing aggressive postures outside.
This small town can be reduced to rubble.
Fortunately, the hero is a hero. Even though he has a body like a bear, he is also an extremely nimble bear. He is so awesome that he dodged a shot without any warning. The soldiers outside the city did not imagine it.
If you launch an attack like in the previous chapter, as long as no shots are fired, there is still room for change.
As soon as Wang Shoucheng came up with this thought that could calm his mind a little, the next moment he felt like crying again.
Damn it, I started shooting again.
However, this time someone did not use a black gun to shoot Liu Lang.
But I didn't know that Liu Lang, who was hiding in the corner of the shop, was shooting with a black gun.
Just hearing a "bang" gunshot, a guard next to Gou Saiyu felt his scalp go cold. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the small felt hat on his head that fell back. When he took a look, he couldn't help but feel the soul of the dead.
There was a small hole the size of a finger where the hat was attached to the scalp. The front and back were the same size. It was like twin holes in the hat. The transparent holes in the front and back clearly proved to the guards that it had just been stabbed by something.
It seemed that except for the shot fired by the fat man who hid in the store just now, there would be nothing else.
Thinking that a bullet was only one centimeter away from his head, the guard wearing a black jacket and blue bloomers felt a heat wave in his crotch. In the face of huge fear, the elasticity of the bladder is often not controlled by the human body. This is based on facts.
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"What do you mean?" Gou Saiyu's face turned pale.
When did the national army become so skilled in marksmanship?
"You don't need to know what it means, but I know that if you don't hide, you won't be slapped next time." Liu Lang's lazy voice came from an invisible corner.
There was no need to wait for Liu Lang to say anything else. The guards who had been standing so powerfully just now dispersed and each found a position to hide away from the threat coming from Liu Lang's direction. God knows whether that god-like lunatic would shoot right away.
In the face of the threat of death, the safety of the family owner cannot be taken into consideration for the time being. It is better to take care of yourself first! The choices of the guards are very humane.
Gritting her teeth, Gou Saiyu also took the initiative to hide behind a porch and shouted to Liu Lang: "Brother, what do you want?"
"What do I want? You will know soon." Liu Lang laughed.
Before the laughter stopped, another gunshot was heard, and the hat of a guard who was looking towards the place where Liu Lang made the sound was knocked off again.
Damn it! Liu Lang's shot not only made the person involved almost pee his pants, but the rest of the people who saw it were all cold. One shot that hit the hat can be said to be a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, but two consecutive shots
If they all hit, that can only mean one thing - his marksmanship is amazing.
Think about the fact that there is such a sharpshooter who doesn't know where the cat is aiming at him. The buttocks of the guards are cold, colder than stuffing mint and Kesel. Even if they know that they have three hundred brothers, it is useless.
What if what he wanted to shoot was not his hat but his own head?
This terrible thought just popped up in most people's minds, and the next moment, they felt like slapping themselves in the mouth.
There are some things that you can't think about. It's like saying Cao Cao and Cao Cao will come.
"Anyone who gets hit by me, I won't show mercy next time." Liu Lang's voice came over again.
The two guards who had just been hit in the hat took a chill and stuffed their bodies into a hidden place in the house. They each made up their minds that before the matter was completely resolved, they would not show up even if they were beaten to death.
The meaning of the fat sharpshooter could not be more obvious. Letting him go the first time does not mean he will be merciful the second time. If we meet again next time, it will be the ending of his brain blossoming. The only way to prevent this horrible ending now is to hide.
Get up and don't let him see you.
The two smart men were well hidden, but at least 200 people were left with numb claws.
Fuck you! What should I do if I don’t get a hat?
If I don't get the hat, I'm afraid I'll lose my first death-free gold medal.
The guards were not stupid, and they understood to some extent what the fat sharpshooter was planning.
Once he hits your hat with his shot, it means he has killed you. If you don't know better and get out, he will really do it next time.
Although it is a bit difficult to remember your own face after just seeing it once, what if you have a distinctive look? No one is willing to put their head on that bet.
But not everyone can afford to wear hats, especially in the north that has just suffered a disaster. The two people who were lucky enough to have their hats worn just now are people who have been with the head of the house all year round.
In order to save face, the salary is already high, and a felt hat is a must-have all year round.
The vast majority of ordinary guards do not have the habit of wearing hats all year round. They just have ordinary short hair. According to current parlance, they have a sharp and neat head. As for parting their hair and slouching their hair back, it is naturally the patent of intellectuals and big bosses. Common people are
Those who have no money to buy hair styling cream. In this regard, the tastes of the nouveau riche seventy years later, who want to have the word "rich" written on their faces, are similar to the tastes of the Republic of China.
However, no one expected that one day, the hat could also be used as a lifeline.