Deng Da Ma Zi proudly walked in front of the lackeys.
This guy was originally just a hired supervisor who was managed by his boss, Murakami Jiro. Or rather, he exploited more than 30 miners under him. He was a loafer who had to bow down to the armed security guards.
Originally, he was not qualified to bring more than 20 security guards out to tyrannize. It was all because his boss had taken a fancy to the beautiful female head of the fishing village next door, Yan Yuer. However, the foreign fishermen with Liaodong accents were unusually tough, and the proportion of young and strong people was especially high. There were more than a dozen guns in the village, and his Wei Nation boss was temporarily afraid of taking action.
However, when they were drinking and gambling in town today, Deng Damazi accidentally found out that this group of fishermen were the defeated soldiers of the Northeast Army who had come from Liaoning after 918. That Yan Yuer seemed to be the orphan of some important figure. The excited Deng Damazi did not even care about gambling. He ran back overnight to claim credit for his master.
What did the so-called defeated soldiers mean? To put it bluntly, they were deserters.
In the era of warlords, Qilu Province had always produced good soldiers. It was an area where all the warlords competed to recruit soldiers. Under the background of all kinds of changing king flags on the city walls, once the warlords failed, the people under them would naturally return to Qilu Province.
Those who had played with their lives on the battlefield and had seen the world returned to their poor and backward hometown in the countryside. How could they be as content with their destiny as ordinary farmers when faced with the plunder of various landowners?
All kinds of plots of killing and rebelling were played out almost everywhere. In the 1930s, there were at least a million bandits in the entire Qilu Province who had undergone modern warfare training and were proficient in using guns, infantry tactics, and even artillery. This was a unique situation in the country.
Towards the local bandits, the leader of Qilu Province, FJ Han's attitude had always been to rope them in. These people could be incorporated into the army and their loyalty could be guaranteed, because their former masters had basically been eliminated in the dust of history. However, for the small fishing village, this was a foreign place, and the former master was still a defeated soldier. Once his identity was exposed, he would definitely be the target of FJ Han.
Murakami was indeed " overjoyed " after helping his master get such a big piece of evidence. He sent twenty armed security guards to pick up the person overnight. He was so proud of himself that he did not realize that he was being treated as cannon fodder.
Bang!
As soon as they reached the village entrance, a sudden sound rang out. A bullet hit Deng Da Mazi less than half a meter in front of his feet, scaring him into breaking out in cold sweat.
"Who are you? Stop!"
A warning came from behind the wooden wall of the fishing village.
The people in the fishing village reacted very quickly. After the gunshot, the villagers with torches rushed to the wooden wall without waiting for Deng Da Ma Zi to reply. The red torches and the flickering shadows were quite intimidating.
After being stunned by this scene, he immediately remembered that he had twenty people with guns on his side. Feeling embarrassed, Deng Da Ma Zi became even more furious and shouted,""I know that you are from the Northeast Army who escaped from Liaodong and want to keep this stronghold. Ask your female leader to come with us, or else…"
"Otherwise what?" A beautiful female voice was heard, and a tall and beautiful figure in mink fur appeared in the crowd on the wall, staring down at Deng Da Mazi.
"Otherwise…"
Just as he was about to say something harsh to get back at him, a fisherman in the stockade who knew him interrupted him."Deng Da Ma Zi, you idiot, you better talk nicely to our Chief. There are more than ten guns pointed at your head.”
" Uh…" After being threatened, Deng Da Mazi's arrogance instantly fell to a low point. The people around him also moved back a little, intentionally or unintentionally, in an attempt to stay away from him. His wretched triangular eyes twitched. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say,"Murakami said that if you don't want to come, he'll have to report to Officer Han that there are Northeastern Army deserters here.”
"Get lost!" The tall beauty snorted coldly.
"Let's wait and see." Deng Da Ma Zi muttered under his breath before turning around and leaving.
The other armed lackeys ran out in the middle of the night, but they did not get any benefits. They were secretly angry and prepared to go back and attack Deng Da Mazi. However, since he was afraid and wanted to lead his team away, they were naturally happy that there was no need to fight. Anyway, the Wei Nation man could not blame them for anything, so they also prepared to retreat.
" Miss, should we pull out our weapons and then…" A villager with a gun made a throat-cutting gesture in a low voice.
The beautiful woman surnamed Yan, who was addressed as Miss, shook her head and said sadly,"Don't cause any more trouble. Pack up the good things and let's leave tonight.”
The villager with the gun didn't reply. He looked down at the wooden wall in shock. Miss Yan followed his shocked gaze and saw that the people brought by Deng Da Ma Zi were falling one by one from behind.
This kind of empty gunnysack like position where he collapsed on the ground would only happen when someone shot him in the temple.
Moreover, the attackers were definitely far away because there were no gunshots at all. The targets they chose were also very tricky. They started from the back and attacked the front. By the time the people in front reacted, there would probably not be many of these 20 people left.
Miss Yan's pupils constricted.
In the dark, with the faint light of the torches on the wooden wall, he continuously hit the temples of people who were scattered in the distance. This strength…
Deng Da Mazi, who felt something strange behind him, turned around and saw a floor full of corpses. Eighteen of the twenty people behind him had already fallen, and the nineteenth person's body suddenly stiffened in front of him and then fell softly.
The 20th and last armed security guard was splashed with blood by the 19th. He was lucky enough to guess the direction of the bullet from the direction of the blood. It was unknown whether it was the sobriety brought by the blood on his face or the reaction of seeing blood on the battlefield. He quickly screamed and hid behind a huge rock, leaving Deng Da Ma Zi with a blank face.
Liu Bi was also at a loss.
As soon as the order was given to kill everyone except Deng Dacazi, Natasha raised her sniper rifle with a silencer and opened fire. She did not aim at all. One shot per second, and one of the militants below fell. The whole process was as calm, skilled, and fast as a housewife cutting meat.
How was this a superhero? This was simply a superman, a life reaper.
The lucky guy who was hiding behind the boulder only had one more shot, because the bullet that belonged to him was hit by Natasha on another boulder behind him. The shrapnel rolled back and drilled into his calf, making his legs weak. His head staggered out from behind the boulder, and before he could scream, the second bullet had already drilled through his forehead, taking away a large piece of skull when it came out from the back of his head.
The skull bounced off a nearby tree trunk and hit Deng Damazi's head. Deng Damazi took the skull from his head with a dumbfounded look and held it in his hand for a few seconds. Then, he knelt down and raised his hands high, howling like a wolf,""Ah!"
Under the escort of Tan Ya, Liu Bi walked out of the dark night and kicked Deng Damazi, who was crying, snot, and urine, in disgust. He ordered the six biochemical soldiers to collect the guns and equipment on the ground.
The harvest was not bad. 15 Japanese Type 30 rifles with 200 rounds of ammunition and 5 Russian box cannons with 100 rounds of ammunition.
Seeing the gun in his hand, Liu Bi heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, everyone had a gun.
They had guns, but not enough people. Liu Bi subconsciously raised his head and looked at the beautiful woman on the wooden wall meaningfully.
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