Poor family mother and son

Chapter 856 "Rush!" "Ah!" ([-])
People saw with their own eyes that the tube in Xiaobao's hand could shoot out a hidden weapon from such a distance, and the hidden weapon was so small and fast that they couldn't see what it looked like.

The shock continued. Those who stabbed people halfway with a knife didn't care to continue stabbing to the end, and those who were stabbed forgot the pain and didn't know how to fight back. The world seemed to freeze.

Some people were shocked, but their minds were still turning. Seeing Vosma running wildly in this direction, they even felt a little regretful: Why didn't the kid quickly use the tube to launch the hidden weapon?Throwing a balm jar for a fart? !

"Boom!" With a loud noise like thunder, the Voss horse blossomed, flew up in the form of fragments, and shot in all directions. Soon, intestines, stomachs, horse hooves, and horse mane smashed down.

Zhuo Yao waved his robe tightly in front of Xiao Bao, helping him to block the flying pieces of meat - Xiao Bao threw the grenade without saying anything in advance, he took off his robe in a hurry, and pulled the thread away!

Zhuo Yao squeezed out another sentence through his teeth: "You are elegant, but I am so tired!"

"Folks, go home! I'll leave this place to my master!" Xiaobao shouted coolly.

"Ah!" A hysterical scream from a woman on the other side of the street sounded at the same time as Xiaobao's words, which discounted Xiaobao's cool and domineering - it was the ass of a horse that fell from the sky and hit her toes.

Even so, Xiaobao's words reminded the Daxuan people. People evacuated the scene one after another, and entered every door that could be entered. No matter who it was, they were Daxuan people anyway, and they would take care of each other.

The street suddenly became deserted, and the scuffle at the gate of the county government stopped under the intimidation of Xiaobao and the other hundred and ten people.

The people who were slightly injured or not injured quickly took away the seriously injured and dead companions.

The scene fell silent for a while, and Xiaobao confronted the Voss, and the cavalry who arrived later, on County Yaqian Street, separated by more than ten feet.

More than 200 cavalrymen from Voss came, plus a hundred and ten people who took food, more than 300 people and horses, separated from Xiaobao's [-] people on both sides, making Xiaobao weak.

But Xiaobao's men, each with a grenade, stared at Vos's men and horses, which made them dare not approach.

The situation was deadlocked.

The Voss talked in a low voice, and their eyes glanced at the blood stains on the ground, the broken horse corpse, and the fist-sized, round porcelain jar in Xiaobao's hand from time to time.

Although these things look a little weird, they are not eye-catching, and the Voss people have doubts in their eyes.

Their voices got a little louder, and then quieted down again, as if they were arguing about the connection between the explosion just now and the dismembered corpses on the ground.

After someone stepped forward to turn the body of the "brand head" of Voss over and over again, they fixed their eyes on the strange-shaped iron pipe in Xiaobao's hand again.

His eyes were both frightened and hesitant.

Soon, the Voss fell silent, and everyone was watching Xiaobao and the others vigilantly.

The wind seemed to stop blowing, and no birds passed by.

As if bound by some invisible force, the atmosphere of the whole street was eerily quiet, yet extremely dignified and depressing.

Everywhere there is a door, behind every door there are people looking through the cracks; in every wall, there are people listening.

The brief silence seemed endlessly long.

Little Treasure doesn't know what to do next, most of his people are on Baijiaxing's side, and only these hundred or so people are protecting him.

After an unknown period of silence, the Voss began to exchange glances, as if they were discussing a decision.

In front of them were just some "two-legged sheep" that didn't even have horses, and the people of Voss thought in their minds that they might charge forward and execute them all.

The breath of the Voss grows stronger,

Xiaobao looked at the other party calmly, but leisurely pinned the Suifa pistol to his waist, as if he didn't like something occupying his hand.

Now he can no longer reload ammunition in public. The Voss may not be able to react to reloading just now, but if he does it again, the disadvantages of the flintlock will be exposed without a doubt.

What should I do?
Zhuo Yao, who was standing with his hands behind his back, couldn't help grasping the spear behind him.

"Gu dong dong dong..."

There was a small sound of something rolling, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent street.

The voice came from behind the Voss, and they couldn't help but look back.

On the deserted street, jars of pickles from someone's house were rolling towards them crookedly.

This made the Voss instantly alert. Their eyes scanned around vigilantly, and the horses under their crotches were also extremely disturbed. Their ears stood up, and their tails were swaying between their legs.

The pickle jar appeared strangely, and the Voss didn't move for a moment.

Xiao Bao squatted down, and through the Voss man's horse legs, he vaguely saw the pickle jar, but he didn't see anyone approaching, and the street was still empty.

Until the jar was about to roll under the Voss's horse's hooves, someone finally couldn't bear the inexplicable feeling of depression, cursed and jumped off the horse, trying to pick up the jar to check.

Little Treasure suddenly realized something and yelled, "Get down!"

At this moment, there was a clear "bang!", and then "boom!", the pickle jar in front of him exploded!
The specific gravity of black powder is about the same as that of water, so the capacity of the jar can hold about a dozen catties of water!

The explosion happened right under their feet, and dozens of Voss horses fell to the ground in an instant.

A large pit with a diameter of nearly five feet appeared where the Voss were, and a large number of Voss fell to the ground!

Some of the fallen horses were motionless, and some were twitching slightly, but only a few of the fallen people were missing arms and legs, and the rest were intact.

If someone can take a closer look, they will find that among the fallen people or horses, whether they are panting or not panting, all of them are bleeding from the seven orifices.

A Vos man covered in blood and torn clothes stumbled to his feet, shouting in a voice full of fear: "Run... ah!"

Finally, more than a dozen Voss who were also covered in rags and blood were struggling staggeringly, trying to get up.

They don't hear the cry of their companions, they don't hear it, not even the one who is calling can hear his own voice.

They only move when they realize that they are not dead.

Thanks to the pure-blooded Voss horses, half the horses were overwhelmed by the explosion and ran away with their riders.

Only these dozens of shabby Voss were left struggling on the ground.

They are like broken scarecrows that have been pecked by birds, with holes all over their faces and bodies, bleeding, and countless fragments embedded in their bodies.

One person can't even see the eyes where the eyes are, only two pieces of pickle jars stuck in.

Amidst the wailing all over the street, Xiaobao and his group climbed up one after another. They were covered with a thick layer of soil, which was the loess that was blown up.

Many people also had fine tiles and stones on their bodies and hair, and everyone looked like a radish that had just been dug out of the soil.

While shaking his head, Xiao Bao tried to get rid of the tinnitus, and at the same time spit out sand in a "peh peh" - such a rich young master, should eat dirt as much as he should.

(End of this chapter)