Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 43 It turns out to be God

Wang Zhifei looked at the situation, pulled out M134, and thought, I still have a BGM!
Try it!

In my bgm, no one can beat me! Go!
The erhu sounded first, followed by the French horn, like the sound of ice and snow passing through the forest, echoing across the snowfield from all directions.

Wang Zhifei shuddered when he heard this!
Wow, this is really wow. Just this can give people goose bumps in the summer. How can you do this in the middle of winter when it's more than 40 degrees below zero?

"Through the forest! Across the snowfield..."

"Baga! What's that sound? Who is singing?" The little Gaga and the yellow dog stopped and pointed their guns around.

The four or five big wolfhounds no longer had the majestic look they had just now, and they shrank back, groaning.

"The mountain god is coming! We have alarmed the mountain god! Let's run for our lives!"

"Baga! Whoever dares to retreat will die!" The leading Xiao Gaga pulled out his pistol and pointed it around.

The sound did not come from one direction, but was floating and whistling, sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes east, sometimes west, and there was sound in all directions.

Wang Zhifei could clearly sense the movements of the group of little rattles within the range of the music.

Is this what they call: Snowy combat perception +1, enemy confusion +1, and panic +1?

"Om..."

"Puff puff……"

The bullets flew towards the group of little dogs and yellow dogs like locusts flying against the wind. The big wolfhounds were immediately turned into minced meat by Wang Zhifei.

"Hide! Hide! Get down! Get down!"

Hiding? Haha! You want to hide in a flat land? The snow is not shallow, more than half a meter deep, but it can't stop bullets, let alone bullets from heavy machine guns.

The sky is cold, the wind is cold, and little Gaga's blood is cold too~ This grandson is frozen!

"Om..."

The four M134 guns had run out of bullets. The song of "Going up the Mountain to Hunt the Tiger" had just finished. Steam was coming out of the gun barrels, and snowflakes were falling, making a "sizzling" sound.

On the hillside, the red blood was very conspicuous on the white snow. Wang Zhifei spat, "Bah! I didn't expect that the blood of these black-hearted guys is also red.

How come you don't do human things just like humans?"

Wang Zhifei took out his AK47, opened the lock, and pulled the trigger downwards - the gun would fire if there was a living person.

However, the four M134s wreaked havoc for more than a minute, firing a total of rounds of ammunition!

The little Gagas were already panicked by the BGM, and there was nowhere to hide. More than 600 people were hit by 8,000 bullets, an average of 13 bullets per person.

But these are bullets from a heavy machine gun. One bullet can easily penetrate two or three people. In such a dense formation, it is a standard shooting mode.

It can be said that this was the most enjoyable shooting experience Wang Zhifei had ever had since he got the gun.

"It's leaking from the inside. I'm going to come out and touch the code with my straight firewood and fierce firewood."

Wang Zhifei sensed that the door on the other side of the wooden door moved, so he turned the gun and pointed it that way.

(From the inside: local colleagues. Leaking: discovered. Straight: accurate shooting. Chaihe Meng: lots of bullets.)
"Who is you?"

This is not a random answer. He is asking who you are, but he is not asking who you are. It sounds a bit confusing.

Let me put it this way, he definitely doesn't know who you are. Even if you tell him your name, he still doesn't know. What he is asking is what business you are in.

"I am me!" means walking together.

"Press your wrist!"

He didn't raise his gun, which means he had no ill intentions.

"Cover the fire!" Wang Zhifei also put down his gun, but he was ready to fire at any time.

"Save the light! Throw a vine."

(Zanliang: Sensible.)
"Tiger head vine."

"Oh! Shopkeeper Wang. I am Zuan Tian Man."

"Shopkeeper Yang, nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!"

A man walked out of the wooden house. He was wearing a sheepskin coat with a cotton jacket underneath. He held a mirror-faced box in his hands and wore a dog-skin hat.

It can be seen that he was very tired, with frost and snow on his eyebrows and beard.

Wang Zhifei walked over. If nothing unexpected happened, this person should be the one who took his order. However, Wang Zhifei was a little confused. According to the system's beating nature, the takeaways he delivered were all small fry. Do bandits also beat small fry these days?

What is Xiao Liuzi who didn't resist? He's even worse than a bandit? He took away nearly 200,000 young and strong people and left the old, weak, women and children in the four northern provinces.

The Central Plains region has been at war for eight years since childhood, and the four northern provinces have been ravaged for a full fourteen years. It's all tears to talk about it.

"Has Shopkeeper Yang run into trouble?" Wang Zhifei asked first!
"Manager Wang, do you have any food? Give me something to eat, I need money..." The man was about to take out his money when he seemed to remember something. He had given all his money to a fellow villager who went up the mountain to chop firewood two hours ago. The fellow villager said he would get him food, but what came back was a little Gaga and a yellow dog worth more than 600 yuan.

"My last name is Yang Jingyu. I'll make up the money to you later..."

"General Yang?! Oh! You are General Yang!? Why didn't you tell me earlier! Not to mention food, I will get you all the Manchu-Han banquet I can.

Here is some milk, drink it first. Here is the cake. The self-heating rice will take a while. I'll prepare it for you first...

Hey, General Yang, what is this place! Where are the brothers? Why are you alone..."

Wang Zhifei didn't expect that it was this great god! A great god that even his enemies admired.

Looking at Wang Zhifei who suddenly became enthusiastic, General Yang was actually a little overwhelmed for a moment: "This place is called Sandaowaizi, and those comrades have all sacrificed their lives.

Oh! This is too much trouble. Just give me something to eat. With this, I will kill these little quacks! Thank you! Thank you, fellow villager. This, this..."

Three wiggles! What the hell? Three wiggles? No wonder it's a limited-time order. If Wang Zhifei had come a little later, I'm afraid that group of little quacks and yellow dogs would have rushed over.

More than six hundred against one, and General Yang only has two box guns, how can he possibly win?
I thought everyone was Wang Zhifei, who not only had powerful weapons like M134, but also had plug-ins and a digitized body.

……

General Yang was also very hungry. He quickly finished what Wang Zhifei had prepared, and then said, "Brother Wang, these little quacks are here to catch me. You should find another direction to go down the mountain so as not to get yourself in trouble.

If I can return alive, I will definitely repay your kindness..."

"General Yang, what do you mean? Do you think they will let me off easily after I killed so many of them?

Let's go. I don't know how many people they used to surround you, but I know they must have come here following the sound of gunfire."

Wang Zhifei went to the snow cave over there and pulled out a snowmobile. Then he whistled, and a Saker Falcon came out of the woods and flew into the sky.

"Get in the car, General Yang! I'll take you out!" Wang Zhifei shook his head and said.

(End of this chapter)