Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 18 You Have a Long Knife and I Have a Gun

Zhao Wen looked at Song Lao San standing up in the ruined temple and holding a long knife, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said jokingly, "Why? Not convinced? Want to hack me to death?"

At the same time, Zhao Daniu and Wang Qi tightly held the 56 and a half on their shoulders, opened the insurance, and waited for it.

"Hmph, you little bastard, you have humiliated me time and time again. If I don't kill you today, I, Song Laosan, swear not to be human."

Song Laosan held a long knife, his eyes were burning, and he said viciously.

"Hehe, do you know that there is such a saying." Zhao Wenyun looked at Song Laosan calmly, and at the same time held the two big black stars in his hands and played with them.

Song Laosan said: "Oh? What did you say? Could it be some last words? I know that you have a firecracker in your hand, but the firecracker can only be fired once. With so many of us now, we can only rely on your two firecrackers. With your two men, do you think you can beat us?"

Sometimes, people tend to ignore danger when they are extremely angry, and Song Laosan is in this state now.

Song Laosan didn't think that the firecracker in Zhao Wen's hand could kill him. After all, the power of such a small firecracker can be imagined.

In the eyes of people in this era, the bigger the firearm, the more powerful it is.Those Zhankou General Cannons, Franc Machine Cannons, and Hongyi Cannons, don’t those weigh hundreds or even thousands of catties?Even a small Peruvian gun is several feet long and weighs more than ten kilograms.

Song Laosan didn't think that such a thing that was not as big as a palm could kill him, so he didn't pay attention to the firecracker in Zhao Wen's hand.

"Don't be too arrogant, especially when you don't know who your opponent is!" Zhao Wen said suddenly.

"What the hell, I really think I am a hero, I am!
Brothers, do it! "Song Laosan raised the knife in his hand and chopped it off at Zhao Wen.

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Wen sneered, and then pointed the big black star in his hand at Song Laosan.

"Oh!"

There was a burst of flames from the muzzle of the big black star, and then a ball of blood jumped out of Song Laosan's chest.

The knife in Song Laosan's hand fell to the ground. He looked at the big hole in his chest in disbelief, and his body fell limp, his eyes widened, and he couldn't bear to die.From the beginning to the end, he never thought that he could die so easily, and also died so aggrieved and useless.

"Brothers, his pistol has been fired, and now he has no ammunition in his pistol. Now he can't do anything, let's charge up and chop them into meat. Avenge the second master!"

A man who was blind in one eye looked at Song Laosan on the ground, the veins on his forehead were bulging, he held the knife tightly, and said angrily.

In the impression of these people, a firecracker can only be fired once.After opening, it will take a long time to refill.

Therefore, after these people saw that the firecracker in Zhao Wen's hand had been used, they all excitedly rushed towards Zhao Wen.

"kill!"

Shouting and killing!
Zhao Wen looked at the one-eyed man coldly, then raised the big black star in his hand, aimed at the one-eyed man, and pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

The one-eyed man fell down in response, "Why is this firecracker firing continuously?" This was the only question the one-eyed man had before he died.

Unfortunately, no one explained to him why.

Those bandits were frightened by Zhao Wen's methods and stopped in place, not daring to move forward for a while.

Because no one knows if there is any ammunition in the gun, if there is any, it is courting death.

For a while, no one dared to stand up.After all, the person who took the lead is now lying on the ground, silently expressing his grievances.

Zhao Wen stood up and looked at the bandits: "You bandits, I don't understand why you are so sure that you can beat me? I dare to bring two people in, which proves that I have the ability to kill all of you. Kill!"

Zhao Wen's eyes showed murderous intent, and then he said in a deep voice, "Kill them all!"

"what?!"

People tend to burst out of great strength in despair, and these bandits are the same.When they heard that Zhao Wen was going to kill them all, each of them burst out with a strong desire to survive and rushed towards Zhao Wen.

These bandits believed that as long as they killed the person in front of them, they would survive.

Zhao Wen looked at the bandits rushing up, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Kill!"

"Bang bang bang!"

56 and a half gunshots kept ringing, and in an instant, all the bandits fell to the ground.

After a few breaths, the entire ruined temple fell into deathly silence.Those bandits were all lying on the ground, blood stained the whole ground.Several fires were doused by the blood, making chi-chi sounds.

There was a smell of blood in the air.

Zhao Wen leaned against Qiang, watching all this coldly.

"Who are you, who are you? Who are you? What weapon are you using? What weapon are you using? Who are you?"

The middle-aged man who was sitting with Song Laosan stood up and looked at Zhao Wen with fear.

At the beginning, this middle-aged man thought that only Zhao Wen and the others were no match for Song Laosan and the others, but now, he realized that he was wrong, outrageously wrong.

"What are you? How do you talk to Shangxian?"

Zhao Daniu looked at the middle-aged man who stood up, and angrily reprimanded him.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Wen vigilantly, for fear that Zhao Wen would kill him if he didn't agree with each other at this time.

Although middle-aged men are also bandits, as the saying goes, soft people are afraid of hard ones, hard ones are afraid of violent ones, and violent ones are afraid of violent ones.

The strength shown by Zhao Wen now has exceeded the imagination of this middle-aged man.

"Kill it!" Zhao Wen looked at the middle-aged man and said expressionlessly.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face was full of dignity, and he turned around and ran away.

"Want to run? Is it that easy?" Zhao Daniu sneered, raised the gun in his hand, and shot it with his hand.

The bullet hit the back of the middle-aged man, he staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, and to the end of his life he couldn't figure out what kind of weapon Zhao Wen was using.

……

Wang Qi put 56 half across his waist, and wiped it carefully with a rag.

Zhao Wen returned to the fire, took out a few pieces of meat from his pocket on the ground, and roasted them on the fire.

These meats include horse meat dried by Liu Wu from the beacon, and war horses that were killed by 40 fire and grenades when killing the Tartars.

At that time, Zhao Wen looked at the war horse that was blown to pieces on the ground, but he didn't think of this.But Zhao Daniu said that although these horses were blown to pieces, the horse meat was indeed good and should not be wasted.So, Zhao Daniu picked up some.

Zhao Wen roughly washed the horse meat picked up by Zhao Daniu with the water in the water bag, then wrapped it in salt, and roasted it on the fire.

Only by roasting the horse meat into jerky can it be stored for a longer period of time, otherwise, it will soon become moldy.

The flames were burning under the horse meat, making a crackling sound. Zhao Daniu was drooling as he looked at the horse meat on the fire.

After more than an hour, Zhao Wen took the horse meat off the fire, tore off a piece, and put it in his mouth.

To be honest, horse meat is not delicious, especially the meat of war horses, it is even more unpalatable.

First of all, the horse meat was very woody, without any oil and water, and tasted like chewing wax. After Zhao Wen took two bites, he stuffed the horse meat to Zhao Daniu and Wang Qi.

Zhao Daniu didn't have such a savage mouth as Zhao Wen's. When he took the horse meat from Zhao Wen's hand, he didn't care about burning his mouth and began to bite directly.

…………

After one night, the rain gradually lightened, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky became clear again.

Zhao Wen stood up from the ground, stretched his waist, picked up the clothes from the shelf next to the fire, and put them on.

After a night of baking, the clothes are almost dry.

Zhao Wen looked at the sun outside and said, "It's getting late now, let's hurry up."

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