Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 5 5 Jungle Shootout
The situation suddenly became stalemate, and the other party seemed to have no good solution to the carriage of a carriage, and did not want to waste arrows, so there were no more feathered arrows.

After Weiss reminded Tang Mo and Roger, there was no sound, and he presumably hid in the dark, observing everything around him.

From time to time, there were strange sounds of insects, and the howling of wild animals could be faintly heard in the distance.The forest at night is not silent, on the contrary it is more noisy and bustling than during the day.

Just like that, time passed by, and after loading another rifle, Old Roger also found a suitable angle to help Tang Mo guard the other side of the carriage.

"Wes?" Tang Mo seemed to see a faint figure at the edge of the light coverage. He called out, but he didn't know whether he was confirming friends or enemies or simply calling for his companions.

Soon, the ugly face of the first man with the ax rushed out of the darkness, and he rushed straight towards Tang Mo, shouting to strengthen his momentum.

Tang Mo kicked open the door panel of the carriage, slightly adjusted the position of the muzzle, and aimed at the target.Since the two gas lamps are on the outside of the carriage, the interior of the carriage is not very realistic from the outside.

The man who charged forward while holding the ax above his head saw the door of the carriage opened suddenly, and the feathered arrow stuck in it was even broken, and his feet were obviously lagging for an instant.

Then, he saw a flash of fire in front of his eyes, and a clear gunshot sounded next to his ear.He could feel his chest being hammered by something, and then his feet lost strength and mingled together, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

Tang Mo, who shot and hit the target, threw the rifle in his hand behind him, and then picked up the second rifle from a convenient position.

"Boom!" Outside the carriage, a second gunshot rang out, and it was unclear whether it was Wes who fired the shot, or the gangsters also had firearms in their hands.

"Ah!" The second bandit rushed out of the darkness, holding a tattered long sword in his hand.He also wore an iron helmet on his head, but no armor on his body.

"Bah!" Tang Mo was not polite to him, and pointed at him and pulled the trigger again.As soon as a bullet flew out of the muzzle, the roar of the man in the helmet suddenly turned into a scream, and then he fell down in front of the carriage just like the first idiot.

As soon as Tang Mo stretched out his hand, Old Roger handed him the special carved K1 rifle that was going to be displayed to Earl Fischero.

In the next second, Tang Mo took the shooting position for the third time, and continued to watch the darkness not far away vigilantly through the white smoke billowing in the light.

Unknowingly, those hair-raising insects and beasts' growls could no longer be heard, and the surrounding was eerily quiet.

"Hmm..." There was a muffled groan in the silence outside the carriage, and Tang Mo even heard the faint sound of the long sword piercing into the body and hitting the bones.

I don't know if Wes was killed by someone, or if he killed another bandit who was about to go around.In short, after the rustling sound passed, there was no sound behind him.

It is not correct to say that there is no sound, because the old Roger, who has been guarding the other side from behind, is trying to use a nervous hand to stuff a paper-cased fixed-load bullet into the barrel.

"They're loading! Hurry!" A voice called out in the woods, apparently the leader of this group of thieves.

While he was shouting loudly, another person leaned over with a long sword, but this time he didn't shout or run, but approached cautiously.

Of course Tang Mo didn't give him any chance, he aimed directly and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" Another gunshot echoed in the jungle, making the whole night even more silent and terrifying.It seemed that the entire mountain forest was shouting, and the gunshots echoed back and forth, gradually becoming blurred and distant.

Tang Mo handed the fired rifle to the old Roger behind again, but the other party didn't load the first rifle because of nervousness.

The old Roger's reload speed is simply too slow if you measure it by the reload speed of a well-trained soldier.This caused a break in the firepower that should have been continuous.

Tang Mo, who knew the reason why he would not have to worry about no firewood if he stayed in the green hills, knew that this was no time to hide any trump cards.So he threw away the K1 fast gun, and pulled out the secret weapon he kept from his waist—the only revolver in the world.

Although it is only a capped revolver, although it only has six bullets, in this era, there is no more ferocious melee firepower than it.

This is his greatest reliance and a reliable weapon.Tang Mo felt that when he ran out of six bullets in his pistol, Roger should have loaded at least three quick guns.

At that time, he can still shoot three more shots!Adding the three shots in front and possibly one shot by Wes, the continuous shooting can kill at least 13 bandits.Even judging from the guard situation of a caravan, this is already a very powerful firepower that bandits are unwilling to provoke.

Moreover, even in this era, bandit gangs with 13 members are absolutely rare.Even if there are twenty people on the other side, after half of the accomplices are killed in a row, it is more likely that they will choose to escape immediately.

Troops that don't retreat after losing one-third of the army are known as the Iron Army these days. How can bandits have such discipline as losing more than half and fighting to the death without retreating?
If you want to blame, you can only blame these poor bandits for choosing to attack at night. The fighting distance between the two sides is extremely close, so the accuracy of the muskets is guaranteed.If you put it in a battle at a distance, you can burn incense if you can hit it once every ten times with a gun these days.

While Tang Mo was thinking about this, the bandit over there made another move.Maybe it was because they were so hungry, or maybe it was because they were convinced that Tang Mo and the others would not be able to prepare so many muskets, so two more people rushed out brandishing weapons.

Tang Mo was also polite. This time, because he was holding a relatively short revolver, he had more room to maneuver.

However, it was not without its disadvantages, because the smoke that filled the air had begun to obscure his vision due to the three consecutive shots fired in front of him.

There is no way, the gunpowder in this era is so cheating, so Tang Mo has made up his mind that if he can get out alive this time, he must first develop the smokeless gunpowder technology.

He squinted his eyes, and through the white smoke filled with the smell of sulfur, he saw the two bandits rushing towards him.Both of them were tall and tall, and they seemed to be deliberately taking advantage of the permeating smoke, and they rushed towards each other silently holding weapons.

"Boom!" A clear gunshot echoed in the forest again, and Tang Mo saw the man under his gun fall down clutching his chest through the gap in the rear sight.

When he aimed at the bandit on the other side again, he saw Wes fighting out from the slope with a bloody long sword in his hand.

His movements were very agile, the long sword was like a spirit snake spitting out letters, and he succeeded in a sneak attack, cutting the bandit's arm.

And the bandit swung the long sword in his hand with a fierce force, forcing back Wes who was trying to entangle him.

As a result, the moment Wes retreated, the musket in Tang Mo's hand fired again, and a bullet hit the strong man's neck by coincidence.

Immediately, blood spattered, and the man's artery was pierced, and he covered the hole in his neck with his hand, but found that he couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

He wanted to speak but could only vomit blood, and when he turned around to look at Tang Mo, he collapsed involuntarily.

In the dark just now, Weiss watched Tang Mo fire a shot from the blunderbuss in his hand. He guessed that Tang Mo had no chance to reload, so he showed up to fight hand-to-hand, preventing the strong man from approaching the carriage.

But he never expected that Tang Mo would hide a second pistol!After the second shot, he froze there, as if he was reassessing the danger of the young man in the carriage.

How could an inexperienced weapons workshop owner hide two pistols on his body when he was out?He looked at it when he got into the carriage. Judging from the degree of bloat, it seemed that there should be a pistol around Tang Mo's waist, but he didn't guess that Tang Mo actually had another pistol hidden on his body!

Of course he couldn't guess that Tang Mo's hand turned out to be a musket that could be fired continuously.Because although he is a master, it is impossible to subvert his own experience.

Just as he was there in a daze, a bandit hiding in the dark approached him with a long sword, wanting to attack the fat sheep on the periphery first.

Tang Mo waved away most of the smoke in front of his eyes, just in time to see all this clearly.He decisively picked up his pistol again, aimed it at Wes's side, and pulled the trigger again.

"Boom!" The gunshot sounded like a heavy artillery, hitting Wes's mind.He watched helplessly as the pistol in Tang Mo's hand fired twice in a row!
With the echo of the gunshot, the body of the bandit who wanted to make a sneak attack paused for a moment like an electric shock, and then fell down with a muffled groan.

At this time, there were six gunshots back and forth in the woods.No matter how slow these bandits were, they could feel that something was wrong.

Another unbelieving bandit rushed out of the bushes on the side of the road, and then, while Wes was stunned, Tang Mo fired another shot—this shot was smooth and coherent, without even making any preparations.

The unbelieving guy staggered two steps, dropped the weapon in his hand, knelt down on the ground, curled up and moaned.

Obviously this shot missed his vitals, but it had completely made him lose his ability to make trouble.

The whole thing has obviously exceeded the robbery plan of the bandits, and the continuous gunfire is strange and out of place in this era.

Who would have thought?The actual combat of the world's first revolver will break out in such an unknown forest, in such a dark midnight...
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