The arrogance started from Chinatown

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In Chen Zhengwei's sight, everything within his sight was being torn apart, whether it was buildings or human bodies.

The militia soldiers who were approaching in a line with guns raised became living targets and were cut off one by one like harvested straw.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Under the strafing of 7.92mm bullets, the vulnerable parts of the human body were directly torn and separated.

The soldiers behind didn't know what was happening yet. They saw the flesh and blood being torn in front of them, and then they felt the severe pain in their bodies.

The elite army soldiers hiding on both sides of the street watched helplessly as Chen Zhengwei, holding a huge gun that should have been mounted on a vehicle instead of held in his hand, cut down rows of soldiers.

"What the hell is that?" the elite army soldiers growled with fear in their eyes.

Then he saw that the muzzle of the gun had turned towards him.

He quickly hugged his head and hid behind a pillar.

However, the shelters they used to hide in could not withstand these bullets at all. They were quickly torn apart layer by layer as the gravel flew everywhere.

Then a bullet pierced their bodies, taking away something from them.

A soldier who had just killed a Chinese man on the balcony and was still whistling excitedly shrank behind the wall with his gun in his arms. He felt the rubble flying in front of him, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

There was cold sweat all over his forehead.

Until the bullet passed in front of him, he wanted to do something, but found that he could not move at all.

Then he lowered his head and looked downward.

I saw that there was a large piece missing from my waist, and my internal organs were flowing out of the gap.

The soldier's eyes were full of fear and pleading, but he fell down before he could say anything more.

While Chen Zhengwei was pulling the trigger, he kept moving his body quickly, and warning signs appeared and disappeared from behind him.

The soldiers on the other side of the street kept aiming their guns at Chen Zhengwei and firing, but in the last second before firing, Chen Zhengwei would always change his position and use pillars and carriages to block himself.

Bullets kept hitting pillars, carriages, and even hitting friendly troops across the distance.

A large amount of smoke obscured their vision.

Then he could only load his gun while listening to the gunshots and screams in front of him.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, their vision began to clear, and they stared in amazement as the soldiers on the other side of the street were constantly torn apart, as if they were being harvested by an invisible sickle.

The soldiers of the militia all looked terrified.

"What is that? What is that?" A militia soldier asked loudly with a trembling voice.

But no one could answer him.

Chen Zhengwei fired a belt of 250 bullets and cleared the street on one side. Only a few survivors hid behind the bunkers and dared not show their heads.

Everything on the street was in ruins. Bullet holes the size of a child's fist appeared on the walls, whether it was human bodies or buildings.

(In a standard experiment, a 7.92mm bullet hits a brick wall, and the entrance diameter is between 5 and 10 centimeters, and the cement and bricks in 1880 were even less strong.)
The rest of the people watched all this, their bodies stiffened, fear in their eyes, and they didn't dare to move forward at all.

The smell of blood quickly spread throughout the street.

Rushing back into the club, Chen Zhengwei pulled off the empty bullet chain and threw it aside. The thugs swallowed their saliva and quickly helped Chen Zhengwei put on another bullet chain.

They were not afraid of the firepower of this weapon, as many of them had seen machine guns before.

What is even more frightening is Chen Zhengwei's power.

This thing weighs more than 30 kilograms with an ammunition belt, and the terrifying recoil is enough to break human bones. It must be used with a support frame, or simply installed on a vehicle, like a cannon.

But Chen Zhengwei just held it in his hand, and the weight and recoil seemed to be non-existent to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei took the cigar out of his mouth and took a few puffs. He was extremely excited.

"Ambush me? What can they use to ambush me? Let me see how many of them will die!" Chen Zhengwei grinned, his whole body emitting an aggressiveness like a raging fire.

Even Chen Zhengwei's men felt their blood boiling at this moment, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Working for the boss is something to be proud of, even if it means death.

Cicely just sat in the corner, staring blankly at Chen Zhengwei, with nothing else in her eyes.

After the henchman took the bullet belt, Chen Zhengwei went out again with the gun.

At this time, the streets on both sides were littered with corpses, and the rest of the people were huddled in the corners, vomiting and trembling.

Even the elite army lost the courage to move forward in these streets that were like grass being cut by a sickle.

The militia on the other side did not even dare to move forward.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei coming out with a gun and looking at them, those people immediately turned around and ran, rushing towards the back.

The scene just now was too bloody, and Chen Zhengwei's shooting skills were accurate.

All people could see were soldiers falling like grass being cut, with blood, flesh and limbs flying everywhere.

The militiamen could not bear such a scene.

Chen Zhengwei felt a warning coming from the side, paused for a moment, then took a step back. More than a dozen bullets passed in front of him and made a row of bullet holes on the wall not far away.

Chen Zhengwei turned halfway around and saw an army soldier pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger repeatedly.

Although there was no bullet in the gun, he kept pulling the trigger.

Chen Zhengwei pointed his gun sideways and fired more than a dozen bullets, and the soldier instantly turned into a pile of blood.

Then Chen Zhengwei turned to the fleeing militia and pulled the trigger to shoot them. It was like mowing the grass again, with the fleeing soldiers falling to the ground with blood and flesh flying under the bullets.

Blood flowed like a river along the grooves of the cobblestones.

George Crook, a major who fought bravely in the Indian War, hid in a store far away and gritted his teeth: "We must do something..."

He was also afraid, but the training he had received on the western battlefield allowed him to stay sober and not be defeated by fear.

At the same time, he quickly made gestures, commanding the remaining elite army to send a small part to suppress the Chinese on the second-floor balcony, while the other part quickly approached to occupy the shooting position.

"He's just one person!"

"But the bullets couldn't hit him. I just saw it with my own eyes... So many people were shooting, but no one hit him," said a soldier nearby, filled with fear.

Everyone saw clearly just now that Chen Zhengwei often accelerated his movement or stopped to retreat, and the bullets flew past him.

boom!
The soldier fell down with blood gushing out of his head.

George Crook's gun was still smoking, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do as I say! He is only one person! He is neither a god nor a devil!"

"Remember what we are carrying!"

No matter what the other soldiers thought, they all took their positions at this time, and hundreds of Winchester rapid-fire rifles were aimed at the theater's entrance.

"God bless us! God bless us to kill him!" A soldier felt his throat dry, swallowed, then stretched out his hands and made a cross on his forehead and chest.

The other soldiers made the same move, then put their hands on the triggers and aimed at the theater entrance.

Originally, 1200 people surrounded and killed 50 people, and everyone was very relaxed.

However, no one expected that the battlefield would turn out like this.

The Chinese man, who was as strong as a bear, carried a huge gun and killed the militia soldiers like cutting grass.

The huge gun was dragging a long belt of ammunition, and it seemed as if it had endless bullets.

In just two rounds of shooting, at least two to three hundred people were killed.

Under this blow, the militia collapsed directly.

"Ready!" George Crook aimed at the theater. He was also nervous.

Soon, Chen Zhengwei came out again with a gun, but he put it back after taking just one step.

A nervous soldier fired suddenly, and the other soldiers also tensed up and pulled the trigger after hearing the gunshot.

Large pieces of bullets landed on the steps at the theater entrance and on the surrounding walls.

"Stop, stop!" George Crook shouted to stop others.

The smoke has blocked half of the people's vision.

Only then did Chen Zhengwei walk out of the gate, then he pushed his body back and shrank back again.

Once again, a large number of bullets fell at the entrance of the theater.

At this time, Chen Zhengwei had a grim smile on his face. He kicked the ground hard, and the huge thrust made him rush out directly. The machine gun in his hand was also pointed in the direction covered by smoke.

This is a huge weakness of black powder weapons. It not only blocks one's vision, but also exposes one's position.

Da da da da da da!

As Chen Zhengwei walked forward, the muzzle of the gun in his hand kept swinging within his sight.

The walls and obstacles where the army soldiers were hiding gradually began to fall apart. More than a dozen soldiers were beaten to death on the spot, and broken stones and dust began to scatter everywhere.

What frightened them the most was that the gunshots were getting closer.

A soldier just stuck his head out and was shot in the head.

George Crook was huddled in a building, covered in dust. He heard Chen Zhengwei approaching from the sound of gunfire, and took out a 3-pound shell from his backpack, which he brought with him when he went out, in case of an attack.

He put the gun aside, took out a match, and while listening to the location of the gunshot, he crawled on the ground towards the door.

He didn't dare to show his head, and he saw with his own eyes that several soldiers were shot in the head as soon as they showed their heads.

The opponent's shooting skills are terrifyingly accurate.

George Crook gestured to the soldiers hiding in other buildings who could see him.

After a while, they threw out the shells and then rushed out together to open fire.

George Crook didn't want the shell to hit Chen Zhengwei, as long as it could attract his attention.

When he felt that the enemy was only a dozen meters away, he struck a match and lit the fuse on the shell.

Then he crawled forward a little bit and swung his arm violently. The 3-pound shell flew directly to the street, and after falling to the ground, it kept rolling and rolled to Chen Zhengwei's feet.

At the same time, Chen Zhengwei kicked his feet hard and jumped back three or four meters like a big cat. He kicked his feet again and jumped back more than three meters.

boom!
As the bombs exploded, the soldiers hiding in the buildings leaned out and opened fire.

However, what greeted them was still Chen Zhengwei's gun and flying bullet casings.

And that horrible gunshot.

Da da da da da da!

(End of this chapter)