"Son, where are you shooting me?" Huang Qinghe, who was hiding behind a big tree, asked through gritted teeth.
The bandits looked at each other in confusion. When the gun was fired, everyone hid. Who had time to see where the gun was fired?
"Idiot, go and look at his gunshot wounds. Then you will know where to shoot me." Huang Qinghe almost wanted to vomit blood, looked around cautiously, and said sternly.
Although the unknown gunman was intimidating, Huang Qinghe, the boss, might have given the bandits a more ferocious impression. The two bandits closest to the injured bandit shrank and looked left and right before them. Ignoring the injured bandit's pleading eyes, they walked straight ahead.
Take off his hand covering the wound.
The wound was on the outside of the thigh, where the bullet ruthlessly tore a hole as big as a wine cup, breaking the leg bone and tumbling to cut off the artery.
"I know, the idiot is over there." A bandit stood up and pointed to the ridge on the opposite side.
As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on the bandit's face froze. Not only was the mountain ridge more than a mile away from the mountain road where he and others were, but what was even more terrifying was that he also saw a blue smoke rising from there, and then
A gunshot was heard, and then the bandit fell to the ground.
In this era, the speed of rifle bullets flying in the air could not reach Mach 1, so before the bandit was shot in the head, he finally heard a gunshot and knew how he died.
Killed by a shot from seven hundred feet away.
"How could you hit me from so far away?" This was the last thought that came to the bandit's mind.
He didn't know that in the horrified eyes of the nearby bandits, a big hole like the mouth of a cup exploded in the back of his head, and red and white unknown substances splashed on the face of the bandit who was already numb and injured in the thigh.
On top, the frightened bandit, who had already resigned himself to his fate, screamed in agony and crawled to the side with all his strength on his hands and feet.
"You son of a bitch, why are you howling in mourning?" Huang Qinghe was furious. He picked up the box cannon inserted in his waist and shot the howling bandit to death on the spot.
"Shoot, shoot me, kill him." While roaring, Huang Qinghe fired a hail of bullets at the ridge on the opposite side.
The white smoke coming out from there had clearly pointed out the shooter's location, but the distance was so far that Huang Qinghe couldn't believe it.
The bandits who had guns started firing in the direction of Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa.
The scene of hundreds of rifles firing at the same time was spectacular. Even though he knew they were using cannons to kill mosquitoes, Chen Yunfa couldn't help but shrink his neck and gave Mo Mao Mao a thumbs up: "Mao Mao, it's amazing, the gun
Give me a try and see if I can hit you?"
"No, what if you, a stupid big guy who plays with a machine gun, can do such a delicate job? If you break my baby, what should I do?" Mo Mao Mao arrogantly rejected Chen Yunfa's unrealistic idea.
"Have you forgotten who taught you military regulations and battlefield common sense along the way?"
"Huh, what does that have to do with you wanting my gun?" Mo Mao Mao curled his lips and asked.
"You... okay, you will see how powerful my machine gun is when you see me kill a few bandits later." Chen Yunfa was furious and said angrily.
If the bandit leader is a little more aggressive, he will not be willing to be beaten passively. Sooner or later, he will send a small team to chase them here. At that time, no matter how accurate Mo Xiaomao's marksmanship is, he can beat him ten times.
How powerful is a machine gun that fires out a few bullets?
I dare not say about rifles. If it comes to shooting machine guns, Chen Yunfa dares to say that he can firmly enter the top three of the independent group. Especially after practicing red boxing and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, he can control the machine guns at will. Not to mention that he was made in the Czech Republic.
It's a bit nonsense to say that he can see and kill anyone within the effective range of a light machine gun of 900 feet. In the human field of vision, an adult 500 feet away is not much bigger than a table tennis ball, let alone 900 feet. But if it is
At a distance of about 500 feet, a group of bandits armed with rifles with a range of only three to four hundred feet were definitely an appetizer in his bowl.
You know, Chen Yunfa had a glorious record of suppressing half a squadron of Japanese troops with a machine gun. He had never even counted the Japanese who fell under his machine gun. Anyway, there were definitely more than ten fingers.
Naturally, Huang Qinghe was not a fool. After the bandits fired for a while, although the other party did not fire again, Huang Qinghe did not think that he could kill the incredible sharpshooter at this distance, even if he
He had hundreds of guns firing at the same time. This was undoubtedly a stupid act to waste the few bullets.
The red troops are extremely poor in arms. In fact, the bandits are not rich in this area either. Each person can fire twenty rounds of ammunition, which is the result of taking out all the stocks on the mountain. Most of the time, the guns are used to scare those with flat heads.
Used by common people.
Looking at the distant mountain ridge, Huang Qinghe gritted his teeth and temporarily gave up the idea of finding trouble with this mysterious gunman. The boss is still waiting for his reinforcements to fight with the so-called Central Army? Compared with that big thing, two subordinates died.
You can only leave such a small thing aside for now.
"Get up, run, and get out of here. I don't believe he can hit further." Huang Qinghe, who was hiding behind a tree while waving a gun, ordered with a ferocious expression.
The bandits hesitated and looked across, but no one dared to move.
"Anyone who doesn't run will die for me now." Huang Qinghe pointed the box cannon at the bandits lying beside him.
The bandits jumped up as if they were electrocuted and ran forward crazily. They might not die if they ran away, but they would definitely die if they didn't obey the orders of the boss, who was famous for his cruelty. They could still distinguish the contrast clearly.
"My mother, are you running away now?" Chen Yunfa stared dumbfounded at the bandits rushing forward on the mountain road, and couldn't help but uttered a curse word.
This shouldn't be the style of a "motivated" bandit who will seek revenge!
"Hey, you can run away if you want, but you have to leave a few people behind for me." Mo Xiaomao sneered and stared at the scope again.
"Bang...Bang..." Three consecutive gunshots were fired, and two more bandits were released. Only one bandit was lucky. He slipped and fell while running but accidentally hid.
After Mo Xiaomao's fatal shot.
"Damn, I wasted a bullet." Mo Mao Mao had been following the rough guys in the army for a long time and had learned a lot of swear words, so he put away his gun angrily.
"They ran away, what should we do?" Chen Yunfa frowned. The order they received was to contain the bandits for at least an hour.
"If it's a straight road, I really can't help them if they risk their lives to run away, but this is a mountain road." Mo Maomao sneered, and Chen Yunfa, who was still thinking about countermeasures, glanced at him: "Let's go to the second sniper point."