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127 Even it wants a bayonet

"It would be nice to have a bayonet."

This thought flashed through Bolu's mind. He held the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and the barrel of the gun was thrust into the face that was a little dazed because it was held up by the black and hard cylinder, with a frozen and ferocious expression, and he pressed the button decisively.

The trigger was pulled.

Violent shotguns were sprayed out, and the thin layer of scarlet fighting spirit on the face of the enemy in front of him was flattened, stretched, and shattered. Together with the head behind the fighting spirit barrier, including his frozen grin, it was like exhaust.

The steam emitted from the tube dissipates on the river surface.

He completed the transformation from a living person to a corpse in one breath, flew backwards, and fell into the water with a splash.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, two more figures set up on the fence. Bolu quickly turned his gun, pointed it at another enemy approaching him, and pulled the trigger continuously.

The brilliance of fighting spirit in the man who had just jumped on him was also beaten like a candle in the wind, and was about to be extinguished. He grabbed the fence and resisted bitterly.

At the same time, Leah, who was beside him, also completed her preparations. The gunfire rang out again, sending another person flying out from the guardrail and falling into the water.

However, at this moment, the gun in Bolu's hand made a clicking sound, and the spray stopped! Polu was so frightened that his scalp was numb!

"The bullet is empty!"

Polu, who had no memory of how many times he had fired and had no habit of controlling the number of ammunition, suddenly realized this.

The enemy holding the fence in front of him only felt his body light up, and the huge attack pressure in front of him disappeared. He looked happy, jumped up decisively, crossed the fence, and rushed forward still holding the short knife in his hand.

"broken!"

Bolu, who had a score of 0 in hand-to-hand combat, felt nervous as he watched the enemy jump over the fence and rush towards him from a high position.

"Be careful!" Leah shouted from beside her.

However, it was too late to run away. Polu felt that his peripheral vision had disappeared, and his eyes were completely fixed on the figure rushing towards him.

Before he had time to think about it, his body's instinct made him take a step sideways, cross the body of the gun, and throw the heavy butt of the gun towards the figure!

His pores were opened, and his body had never been so flexible and powerful. He could hear nothing, see nothing, and only the target remained in his eyes.

Time seemed to slow down. At this time, he even noticed the knife in the target's hand that was slashing towards him. It looked very familiar?

It's like a rush of adrenaline, your hair stands up, your pores open, and sweat spurts out!

The muscles are twitching and the heart is roaring! The small badge on Bolu's chest is emitting a faint green light at this time!

Bolu, who was completely focused, didn't even notice that the faint green light flowed into his body along a specific path.

"Boom!"

The short knife struck the small hand shield that Leah had stretched out first. The cut of the short knife could not break the shield, but caused sparks to splash out. The knife blade shook in the air, making a trembling sound of gold and iron.

"ah!"

Bolu started roaring, and the gun butt he had already swung with all his strength hit the face with a bright light!

A teeth-breaking sound sounded, something was smashed. The vibration on the butt of the gun was transmitted through the hollow barrel, and the enemy spun around and flew out spraying blood mist!

"What is this, what power is this!"

Bolu was stunned for a moment, but he felt Leah grabbing his collar and pushing him back a few steps.

She took a step forward, protected Bolu behind her, and yelled without looking back: "What are you doing in hand-to-hand combat? Just shoot twice. Is this what you should do in hand-to-hand combat? Are you okay?"

There was an anxious concern in his tone.

She quickly looked back and noticed that Bolu's face showed a complex emotion of excitement mixed with fear.

"I'm fine. Is your hand OK?"

Her answer came amid the gunfire:

"It's okay. If they want to cut through my small hand shield with added materials, they will never be able to!"

"I just felt like the light was thrown off the butt of my gun? Is it grudge?"

"I saw it, congratulations! But we'll talk about it later!" She walked back to the fighting position, and then there was another continuous shooting sound.

The pursuing boat was never able to catch up with the tugboat that was already advancing at full speed. Instead, due to the reaction force of people jumping over the boat, the distance was further extended. Leah unhooked the hook on the railing. It seemed that there was no

People can pull the rope and jump to the second floor.

This finally allowed Bolu to breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at the slightly bent shotgun and felt a little regretful: "This is really a one-off."

"I'll go back and change my gun!"

He ran back and got another shotgun. When he was loading bullets into the magazine, he saw the recoilless rifle on the ground and looked at the small cabin. He hesitated, but he was afraid of burning his butt, so he decided

Dragging a box of bullets back to the stern of the ship.

Leah's wild shotgun kept ringing, and an empty magazine fell at her feet. It looked like her magazine was almost empty, so Bolu simply sat on the ground and reloaded the magazine.

"Magazine!" Bolu raised his head and handed out the magazine. He saw another string of missiles flying towards the bow of the ship. Before he could make any reaction, these missiles hit the cockpit of the cab as he watched in horror.

The steel plate exploded into a string of sparks, and the shield's light flashed through the rolling flames.

"Oh my God! Zhu Yiwei! Little Erin!"

"fine!"

A response came.

Polu ran towards the cab, only to see Zhu Yiwei holding the shield firmly, protecting little Irene, giving herself a no problem gesture, and even showed a very happy smile. The steel plate behind her

There are several fist-sized bumps on it, but it doesn’t seem to have penetrated!

"She won't be blown away, right? Why are you laughing?"

This reaction was a bit unexpected, and even made Polu a little worried.

Needham, who personally controlled the bow missile cannon and fired the string of missiles, was already stunned.

No, there is a mage with instant shield squatting in your cabin, and there is such a fierce man on the lower deck, what are you doing here!?

"Who did I offend?"

Needham felt as if a cat's cage had been opened and a striking white-fronted tiger emerged.

Nazwa's group of fierce warriors lined up and rushed forward, but they couldn't make any more moves. They could only attack once and he killed them all by himself! What kind of big shot would have such a powerful bodyguard?

He even saw someone trying to jump directly to the second floor after landing. The strong man jumped up, grabbed his legs from below, and threw them directly on the steel beam at the stern, turning his body into two parts and flying far away.

Get out!

And what is this thing on the bow deck?

When the alchemist sold me the bow missiles, he swore that there could be no missile weapon that could charge faster than his, but what was this!

What is this thing that shoots nearly 300 rounds a minute and rains bullets on us endlessly?

Needham is about to cry!

There was also the small boat in the distance, which was taking a strange route and running very fast. Donner sent a big boat with several faster boats to chase it. The big boat couldn't catch up, and the small boats that caught up were caught.

The weapons on its bow were smashed into pieces one by one.

It has also been staring at this side with that terrifying weapon. It will beat anyone who has someone on the bow of the ship holding up the missile cannon. It can always penetrate the shield before the recharge is completed and beat the operator into a pile of meat.

It even had the energy to go around the side at its faster speed, and hit several small boats chasing after the tugboat from a diagonal angle!

Why is it so wasteful!

No one is willing to touch those missile cannons now. Needham has just successfully launched one by relying on the superior shield of his ship, in exchange for a concentrated attack from two artillery pieces.

The shield collapsed and entered a superheated cooling state. Now the missile cannon and the nearby bulkhead have been chiseled into honeycombs.

The whine caused by the shells that just passed by made Needham tremble. His heroic ambitions had been extinguished by the rain of steel. Suddenly, a clear understanding arose in his heart: "Those who can't be beaten, let's withdraw."

!”

"Withdraw? Withdraw! All Nazwa's soldiers have been exposed. If we don't kill them all here, this matter will be exposed! In the end, we have to die!"

Donner kicked over this useless loser. He picked up the loudspeaker and said: "Overload all! Rush up! Come together, use missile cannon! They won't have time to penetrate all the shields!"

After saying that, he threw away the loudspeaker in his hand and drew his magic sword.


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