Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 450 450 Bandits
In the open space of the village, there are a group of women who have been stripped naked.A group of prostitutes who had just pulled up their trousers began to shout at the other villagers kneeling on the ground with lewd smiles: "What the hell! If you can't pay the food, don't you have any money?"

A leading brawny man with a musket pinned to his waist and a long knife in his hand walked among the kneeling crowd and grabbed an old man.

He threw the old man to the ground viciously, and the children in the village cried louder.No one dared to look up, not even anyone to intercede.

"If you don't hand over the valuable things you hid, I'll kill him!" The strong man pointed at the old man with the tip of his knife and shouted at everyone.

"My lord, my lord! It's really gone! All the things in our house, all of them have been handed over! Please forgive me! Please forgive me." The old man lay on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"It's all gone, what's the use of keeping you?" The strong man smiled grimly and pushed the long knife forward, piercing the old man's chest.

Immediately, the old man lost the strength to struggle, his head drooped sideways, and he died completely without even screaming.

"Hurry up and take the money! Otherwise, we will end up with him!" The strong man drew out his knife, shook off the blood on it, and continued to threaten loudly: "If you don't hand it over, you will kill the child!"

"I'm afraid you really don't have any money?" A gangster holding a musket whispered to his accomplice next to him, "It's so fucking forced, and I don't see a few coins."

"Probably so, but these bastards, don't scare them, how can we let them know our majesty? Hehe, that bitch just now... haven't you tried it?" The companion pressed the big knife at his waist, proudly Said.

"Hey hey hey! You screamed miserably at first, but then you became more honest? Both slaps were slapped, and I didn't even dare to fart." The gangster with a gun in his hand nodded with a lewd smile.

"Hahaha!" The companion also laughed, they have been domineering here for half a year, and the government dare not ask, who dares to control?

In the past, they just robbed food and money for the sake of sucking the marrow. In the past two months, the money has become less and less, and the things have become much less. Woe to women.

The bodies of two defiant men remained on the ground, their blood dried up.There were dozens of bandits, many more than the young and strong in the village, and they had guns and knives, and they were better equipped and more powerful.People who resist are usually killed, like these two lying on the ground.

"Ah!" A naked woman frantically got up from the ground and rushed towards the bandit soldier who was closest to her.

The bandit soldier grinned wide, drew out his long knife and slashed, blood spattered from the woman's body, she fell down screaming and lost her voice.

More bandits laughed, this is their daily life, and everyone is used to it.Living in such troubled times, they are already happy.

Killing people and setting fire to each other, bullying the weak and taking advantage of other people's wives every day, what is there to complain about?

"Hey hey! Enough." Seeing a woman being hacked to death not far away, these bandits who were no longer human could only express their admiration.

"No more money! Burn your house down!" A man with a scar on his face walked up to the front and kicked an old man in the face, causing the kicked man to spit out bloody teeth on the ground.

"Yes! Burn it! Burn it!" The bandits around shouted, fearing that the matter was not a big deal and they would not show their cruelty.

"Don't dare! Don't dare to burn it!" The villagers kneeling on the ground cried and begged, and threw out some hidden things one after another: "There are only so much left, there is only so much."

In fact, what was thrown out was not a good thing. There were hidden salted fish and seafood, as well as rags, fishing nets, and thread scissors.The only thing that counts as a thing is a silver ring.

All in all, it's a pile of junk.
Picking up the silver ring, blowing it and stuffing it into his bosom, the strong man spat at the rags, and continued to curse: "Bah! A bunch of misers! You won't cry until you see the coffin! Damn it, don't hack a few people to death!" It's uncomfortable!"

"Didn't you take out something again! Look for it again! Maybe there are more." The man with the scar on his face gave the strong man an idea with a smirk.

"Hmm! Makes sense!" The strong man nodded with a smirk, and then looked at the villagers whose faces were pale from fright: "Isn't this hiding something? It's dishonest, right? You must have hidden something else Hand them over! Otherwise, I’ll kill them one by one and find them myself!”

The cries became louder, but this time, no one in the kneeling crowd threw things out.In fact, they really have nothing to hand over.

"Bitch! Let me kill a few more! You'll be honest!" The brawny man rubbed his nose with his fingers, picked up the bloodstained knife, and prepared to try again.

They also have to pay errands, if they don't give some things to the officials in the city, where will the court's taxes come from?Do you want them to post their own money?how is this possible?

"Stop!" The village entrance sternly stopped the strong man's movements, the bandit leader turned his head and saw a familiar face in the distance.

"Hey! I'm looking for you! Old man Yang! How dare you come back after you run away?" Putting down the knife, the strong man sneered at the old fisherman and raised his chin: "Where's your little girl? Grandpa, I'm pampered today, hahahaha !"

He laughed triumphantly, and the bandit soldiers around him also laughed loudly. Amidst the laughter, a sudden gunshot caught everyone off guard.

A bandit soldier who was smiling looked down at the hole in his chest that spurted blood. He was a little surprised, and wanted to reach out to touch the bright red blood, but found that his arm was already in motion.

Before the bandits around could react, another gunshot followed, and the head of an accomplice standing next to the shot bandit shattered like a watermelon falling to the ground.

"Ah! Ah!" A bandit soldier drew out his knife and shouted to embolden himself.Up to now, he hasn't seen where the enemy is, so he can't make any response at all.

As a result, another bullet flew in and pierced his neck, and blood immediately poured down his tattered military uniform like a waterfall.

He threw away his weapon, and tried to cover the hole in his neck with both hands, but the blood kept gushing out from his fingers, and he couldn't hold it down no matter what.

Until this time, these bandits finally realized that there were many enemies and they were equipped with a large number of muskets.

The first thing they thought of was that Zheng Guo's army came to wipe them out!But after another thought, even if those wretches really came back, they wouldn't do it without saying a word.

The officials in the city are still counting on them to collect tax money, how can they be moved?Even if they kill donkeys, the officers and soldiers don't have the fighting power.

"Who is it! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" The strong man who led the bandits shouted loudly while bowing his waist to find cover.

So far, he hasn't figured out the situation, let alone organize a counterattack or something.They are actually the same as the official army, and they have no combat effectiveness.There is nothing wrong with bullying and bullying ordinary people, but it is really a joke to fight tough battles.

"Brother! The gunshots are coming from the north! Let's run to the south!" The gangster with a scar on his face held a flintlock pistol and reminded his boss from hiding behind the well.

The strong man thought it made sense when he heard it, and immediately called out to his subordinates: "All run south! Go up the mountain! Go back to the village!"

A group of disorganized gangsters hurried south, but this time they made progress, because they finally saw who was dealing with them.

These people are dressed in weird costumes of three colors, with pockets all over their bodies, and an iron pot on their heads. They look as silly as opera singers.

There didn't seem to be many people on the other side, only two, so the dozen or so bandits rushed over regardless, trying to kill the two bastards blocking the way so that they could escape into the deep mountains.

But when they got closer to these two idiots who were not afraid of death, the strangely shaped short guns in the hands of these two idiots spit out flames.

I thought this thing was just like a flintlock pistol, it could only be heard.But when they really fought, they realized how wrong their ideas were.

The Thompson submachine gun was like a lawnmower at this distance, and when the marine who fired first threw off the empty magazine and reloaded the ammunition, there was no target in front of him to stand on.

The other marine, who had just fired the last bullet, only started to reload at this time, and the two cooperated seamlessly.

When they heard the continuous gunshots, the bandit leader and his accomplices who were still in the village immediately lost the courage to continue to break through.

Just a joke, as long as you hear the dense gunshots, you will definitely not have the courage to go out and seek death.I don't know how many people came from the other party, and which gods I have offended.

Soldiers from the Marine Corps have already rushed into the village, some have begun to rescue the naked women, and some have begun to control the chaotic villagers.

A bandit knelt on the ground, shouting for mercy, and soon a Marine soldier ran up to the bandit.

"Forgive! Forgive!" The bandit knelt on the ground and kowtowed, crying every time he raised his head, "Forgive me! Forgive!"

The marines with rifles glanced at the unconscious woman lying on the ground, and then at the gangsters kneeling at their feet, kowtowing like garlic.

His companion was covering the raped women with raincoats or tents. He picked up the rifle, pulled out the S3 pistol from his waist, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger on the head of the kowtowing bandit.

(End of this chapter)