Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 451 Chapter 451
After finally reloading the musket in his hand, the gangster with a scar on his face fled into a dilapidated private house, watching the situation outside through the window.

He saw one of his subordinates wielding a long knife and trying to fight an enemy desperately, but was shot in the chest and died.He also saw someone kneeling down and begging for mercy, but he was also beaten to death, and even shot him.

At this time, he had confirmed that those lunatics who didn't know where they came from probably really didn't intend to let each of them go.

The other party didn't even mean to ask, and just greeted him with a gun!All he can do now is fight back!Fight back desperately!

So, he reloaded the pistol, and he just missed the shot and missed the target.

There was no way to do this. The flintlock gun in his hand was not only old in style, but had also been used for many years.

It's okay to scare people from two meters away, and kill people within two meters, but when it comes to accuracy, it's definitely a joke.A smoothbore gun, still designed with a front breech, fired with black powder, and hits round projectiles, isn't the accuracy a bit boring?

What's more, as a gangster, he only fired a few bullets when he was training as a soldier, and he used a gun to scare the common people at close range on weekdays.

At this level, how can it be possible to guarantee shooting accuracy?The gunpowder he reloads is different every time, and it is all based on feeling.

So just now, although he aimed at a target, he missed at all in the end—even he himself didn't know where the bullet went.

This time, he loaded the weapon again, and he was going to bring the target closer before hitting, trying to hit one!According to his plan, he would first hit and injure the person, and then take the other person hostage to escape...

He hid in the building, watching the situation outside from the window, and when a marine came close to cleaning the battlefield, he stuck out his gun.

A crisp gunshot echoed in the air, and a bullet accidentally hit his hand holding the gun.In an instant, bones were broken and tendons were broken, and blood spattered.

The man with the scar even clearly saw his two fingers flying in the air, as well as the broken bones and torn muscles.

His musket fell to the ground, and the beak hammered on the flint, causing it to go off, and the shot sent a cloud of white smoke through the room, and the buckshot went through the scarred man's shoe and shattered his foot finger.

"Ah!" The man with the scar screamed and fell to the ground. He hugged his right hand with only one thumb left in his left hand, curled up his shot foot, and trembled all over.

About 80 meters away from him, a sniper hiding behind a tree at the edge of the village was still holding his sniper rifle, aiming at the window where the scarred bandit stuck his head out just now.

The man with the scar who was rolling on the ground in pain continued to scream, because only in this way could the pain be relieved a little.

Nearby Marines, who heard gunshots and screams, broke into the room, and then saw "rolling salted fish" by the wall.

"Now you know how ghosts are screaming, and you know it hurts, right?" A marine soldier walked over, stepped on the rolling scarred man with his foot, and asked with a sneer.

The other party was still screaming, and the marine didn't intend to get an answer. He looked at the man's injuries, drew out the dagger and stabbed the scarred man twice from the back.

"Let him die right away, it's cheaper for him, but this time, no one can save him, let him wait here to die." After wiping his dagger on the tattered Zheng Guojun uniform on the man with the scar, the debater The team member stood up and said.

"Indeed! It's too cheap for these bastards to kill them directly." The marine who didn't know that he was targeted by the man with the scar just now nodded in agreement.

He still doesn't know that his approval is almost equivalent to avenging himself across time and space.So he took another look at the scarred man who was lying on the ground and breathing became a kind of torture, and he led the people out of the room.

The blood continued to spread along the footprints on the ground, and surrounded the flintlock gun left unattended on the ground.

The bandit leader hiding in another room, before he could figure out how to escape from this place, he heard the gunshots outside began to thin out.

After he confirmed this, the gunfire outside the wall had subsided, and it seemed that the battle was over.

He brought a total of 40 bandit soldiers, which can be said to be a large number of people.But within a few minutes of fighting, the 40 bandit soldiers he brought turned into cold corpses.

There is no difference from the people he killed. These corpses are also ugly, bloody and bloody. When they were killed, they struggled, begged for mercy and cried, exactly the same.

Holding the long knife, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stabilized his bursting mentality, and figured out how to escape.

In the camp in the deep mountains, he still has hundreds of people. As long as he escapes there, he will have room to maneuver, and find out who surrounded him and killed him for what!
He never thought that he would die here, so now in his mind, he is already thinking about how to get revenge on these villagers after he goes back, and how to go to the officials of Zheng State in the city for an explanation.

"You wait for me..." Gripping the handle of the knife tightly, the strong man gritted his teeth and muttered.

After a short thought, he had already thought of a way to get out: he hid here, and no matter who entered the house, he relied on melee combat to control the opponent.

Relying on his skill, as long as someone walks in unsuspectingly, he can take the lead by taking the initiative.There is a high probability that he can restrain the opponent and then hold the opponent to escape.

If the person who comes in is a civilian, just wipe his neck and kill him!If they are soldiers, they will be arrested and used as hostages to save their lives...

He kept muttering in his heart, waiting for someone to come in at the door.

I don't know how long it has passed, but someone can vaguely hear someone talking at the door.The sound was getting closer and closer, and the bandit leader also grasped the handle of the knife in his hand.

Ready to go, as long as someone breaks in, he will jump out like a vigorous leopard, and put the knife on the opponent's neck.

"Just this house?" the person at the door asked.

"Yes! Here it is." Another person replied.

"Can't you escape through the window?" The man continued to ask, and the gangster in the room was terrified.

"Impossible! The window is also within my field of vision!" The second voice replied affirmatively again.

These two found him!The bandit leader realized that the person standing outside the door had already known that there was someone in the room.

After realizing that it was not good, he immediately realized that his position was a bit awkward: it was obviously inappropriate to wait for someone to rush in, but it didn't seem too good for him to rush out.

So, just as the bandit leader was hesitating, the door was pushed open a gap from the outside.

"Okay!" He secretly praised in his heart, and the strong man in the room seemed to have found hope again: it seemed that the other party was inexperienced, so he wanted to rashly attack the house he was in.

But before he was proud of it for a second, a cylindrical iron can rolled in.Soon, thick smoke began to billow out of the palm-sized cylinder.

The thick smoke was so choking that one couldn't even open one's eyes in the smoke, and soon the damn smoke filled the entire room, making it extremely difficult for the bandit leader to even breathe.

His lungs seemed to be pierced by countless small knives, and when he opened his mouth, it seemed that countless gravel were poured into his throat.

Unable to stop the tears flowing, every time he tried to catch his breath, he would cough uncontrollably.He coughed so badly that he couldn't even hold the knife in his hand.

It was pitch black in front of him, because he couldn't open his eyes to look at the surrounding things at all. With his remaining rationality, he recalled the appearance of the room, reached out and touched the wall, and looked for the door to go out.

All of this was subconscious, even though he knew he shouldn't go out in such a mess.But except for his brain, every part of his body was desperately looking for a way to leave here.

Finally, he touched the door and rushed out desperately.The suffocating thick smoke seemed to have faded a lot, his breathing began to become smoother, and he could finally raise his eyelids to see everything around him clearly.

The strong man managed to open his eyes through a gap, and saw a boot zooming in rapidly outside the gap.

Only then did he realize that he escaped from the house by crawling, and now he is still kneeling on the ground like a dog.

In the blink of an eye, his face was kissed by military leather boots.The power was so great that it turned him over.

Immediately afterwards, he was hit in the stomach, and he didn't know if it hurt or was choked by the smoke. The gangster spit out tears again.

He fiddled with his arm subconsciously, as if he wanted to fight back, but he was quickly kicked to shatter the bone by a heavy kick.

It was only after he was beaten that he began to vomit blood that he could see through his swollen eyes that there were at least five or six people who beat him.

A group of soldiers surrounded him, punching and kicking him.When this group of people had had enough fighting, this vicious bandit leader only had the strength left to breathe while lying on the ground.

"I'll leave it to you..." The lead Marine Corps platoon leader stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation: "Fuck, I've never seen a smoke bomb before...Silly!"

The surrounding marines also gave up their positions, and looked coldly at the bandit leader who was beaten like a puddle of mud.

Behind them, gathered around were the villagers who were kneeling on the ground before, and some women in raincoats.

Before, they were like fish on a chopping board, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.They dare not resist, they allow themselves to be slaughtered.

But now, they moved, at first they spit, and then someone kicked them hard with their feet, constantly kicking...
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It should have been updated today, but the state is not good, so only two updates have been completed.Don't worry, there is another update tonight, and you can watch it tomorrow morning.

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