Take the arsenal to Da Ming

Chapter 9

"Bang bang bang..." For those who did not put down their weapons and surrender in time, Tangning was not polite, and started to shoot with the MP40, and there were screams and howls for a while.

The recoil of the MP40 is relatively small, so it has good stability and high precision. Coupled with his soul-deep gun experience, Tangning can still control this submachine gun relatively well.

MP40 uses 9mm Parabellum pistol ammunition. Due to the initial velocity of the bullet and other reasons, the lethality is not as terrifying as the 7.92mm MG42. However, the role of the submachine gun is for close-range combat, and the lethality is completely sufficient.

It's just that the MP40 has a relatively small amount of ammunition, only 32 rounds, and Tang Ning quickly used up one magazine.

Fortunately, the rate of fire of the MP40 is not fast, only [-] rounds per minute.

Of course, this is a comparison with other submachine guns in that era in later generations. If it is placed in this era, the rate of fire is meaningless at all.

Quickly replaced it with a new full magazine. Tangning only fired two bullets. When the two were knocked down, no one stood still. Those who could stand had put down their weapons and fell to their knees.

"Forgive your life, spare your life..."

"Surrender, surrender..."

The sound of begging for mercy, trembling with fear.

Tang Ning was holding a gun, and the muzzle flew across the crowd. Seeing the black muzzle, no one could keep calm, and some even collapsed to the ground in fright.

The more than 20 big men who followed Tang Ning looked at the battlefield with pale faces. Broken legs and arms, minced meat and human brains were mixed with bright red blood, like a bloody slaughterhouse.

In this turbulent age, they are all used to seeing life and death, but they have never seen such a tragic battlefield. This is simply the field of Shura in the world.

A few people couldn't even suppress the surge in their bodies, and ran to the side and vomited.

Second Miss Song just glanced at her and disappeared in a flash.

"Put them all in custody." Song Yuankui, who was covered in blood, gave the order while running towards Tangning quickly. He glanced at the tragic battlefield, his expression not changing much.

It seems that Tang Ning's cheap father-in-law is actually a tough guy.

Song Yuankui obviously had no interest in this battlefield, and his focus was on Tangning.

Looking at Tang Ning, who was still holding a gun and showing awe-inspiring killing intent, Song Yuankui didn't seem to know this person. This was the nephew he knew. Apart from his appearance, other aspects seemed to have been completely subverted.

He saw with his own eyes just now that his good nephew was like a butcher, holding that terrifying weapon in his hand, knocking over a dozen people in a few breaths.

Can such decisiveness and ruthlessness be achieved by a frail scholar?
At this moment, Miss Song Er, whose face was a little pale, came over, but turned her back to the battlefield area, and then looked at Song Yuankui, who was covered in blood, and asked worriedly: "Father, are you okay?"

Song Yuankui came back to his senses, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"What about elder sister?" Song Yunwan sighed lightly when she heard that her father was fine, but then cast her anxious eyes around.

Just then, a slightly tired voice came, "I'm fine."

Song Yunwan looked around, and saw a woman with disheveled hair and a lot of blood on her white clothes walking through the crowd. It was her sister Song Yunshu.

Seeing that the two closest relatives were fine, Song Yunwan was completely relieved.

Tangning looked at Song Yuankui and said directly, "Uncle Yuankui, I know you have a lot of questions right now, but the most important thing right now is to take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Give me [-] people who can fight, and I'll take Red Lotus Mountain. Wait." After I return triumphantly, I will explain to you again."

Song Yuankui didn't answer immediately, obviously he still hasn't recovered from the huge contrast.

Song Yunwan, who had witnessed the whole process with her own eyes, saw that her father did not respond, so she took the initiative to ask first, "How sure are you? Honglian Mountain is easier to defend than our Black Tiger Village, and Wang Mazi still has at least two 300 People can fight. In our current situation, we can only dispatch a hundred people at most, and the rest will stay to guard the prisoners and treat the wounded..."

Tangning said seriously, "I'm 300% sure. Don't say that Wang Mazi has two or three hundred people, even if he has 1000 people, we can still win."

Hearing Tangning's words, the fiery light in Song Yunwan's eyes disappeared for a moment. She immediately turned her head to look at her father Song Yuankui, and said, "Father, give me an order. I'll take someone to follow Tangning."

Song Yuankui's eyes were fixed, and he said in a deep voice: "I will lead people there myself."

"I'm going too." Song Yunwan said hastily.

Song Yuankui glanced at his younger daughter, then looked at the elder daughter Song Yunshu who was silent and staring at the weapon in Tangning's hand, and said, "Yun Shu, I will leave the matters in the village to you."

Song Yunshu looked away from Tangning, nodded, and said, "Okay, Dad."

"Second Wu, find me a hundred people who can fight." Song Yuankui shouted.

"Yes, Village Master." A rough voice came from a distance.

Tangning looked at the big man who had been following her, and asked, "What's your name?"

The big man immediately straightened his body and said respectfully: "Master Tang, little Huang Dabiao, you can call me Dabiao or Dahuang."

Tangning looked Huang Dabiao's figure up and down, and praised, "That's right, this name suits you quite well, and your strength should be quite strong, enough to twist my head off."

Huang Dabiao looked at the weapon in Tangning's hand, and immediately showed embarrassment. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Young Master Tang, don't be as knowledgeable as me. How dare I twist your head? You must have blown my balls."

Tangning kicked him directly, "Get out, I'm not interested in you, I'm not interested in you, bring someone to bring those wooden boxes here."

Huang Dabiao scrambled away and ran away. The group of big men who accompanied him just now burst into laughter, but under Tangning's gaze, they all stopped laughing immediately.

"I'm going to move things."

"I'll go as well……"

The group dispersed in a rush, and quickly followed Huang Dabiao's footsteps.

After this trouble, none of these people dared to underestimate Tangning like they did before.

Because the current Tangning, apart from her slightly thinner body, has nothing to do with a frail scholar at all when she talks and does things. Instead, she looks more like a bandit than bandits like them. A powerful killer.

Not long after, Wu Er Er called a team of 100 people over. Huang Dabiao also led people to move all the boxes over. Including Tang Ning, Song Yuankui and Song Yunwan, there were a total of [-] people.

When everything was ready, Song Yuankui walked over and said to Tangning directly, "Nephew, how do you say to fight, this time we will listen to you."

Song Yunwan on the side didn't raise any objections, obviously it was Tangning's performance that won her approval just now.

Tang Ning nodded, and said to Song Yuankui, "Wang Mazi must be heading back to Honglian Mountain right now. We try to catch up with them as quickly as possible. It would be best if we can wipe them out on the way. Even if we don't catch up, we can't prepare them much. Time, if they are caught off guard, the confidence will be even greater."

"Soldiers are precious and fast, nephew, you are right." Song Yuankui appreciated it very much, and immediately ordered, "Let's go, and everyone will work harder for me."

Immediately, a group of people rushed out of Heihu Village in a mighty manner, and chased in the direction where Wang Mazi was escaping.

(End of this chapter)