"Bang"

A purse was thrown on the counter, making a unique impact sound of copper coins, and a few yellow and orange coins scattered out, which made the shopkeeper of the small inn on the roadside suddenly pile up with a smile on his face.

But before he could introduce the "special dishes" of our store, he heard the knight wearing black clothes and hats in front of him coldly instructed:

"Cut some meat, take a few trays to eat, and replenish some forage and water for our horses."

"well."

The shopkeeper responded, looked down, saw the sword on the knight's waist and the crossbow on his back, and immediately smiled and felt a little afraid. He picked up his purse and asked:

"Do you want some wine?"

“No need.”

The knight looked around and looked vigilantly, then returned to the table.

The butler of the Liu family also wore knights' clothes, which was no different from others. He also drank herbal tea like ordinary people without saying a word. These knights were all good at protecting the Liu family and were skilled in bowing and horses.

On weekdays, the owners who are responsible for protecting the shop will not use them if it is not for the urgent matter.

In the afternoon, we set out from Fengyang County City and galloped all the way. Now it is more than 30 miles away from the County City. If we had not avoided the soldiers who set up checkpoints everywhere, their speed would have been faster.

Fengming Kingdom is not big.

By passing through the adjacent Yanchi County at this speed, you will be able to reach Gyeonggi Castle the day after tomorrow.

The butler drank the crude tea and gently touched the letters in his arms from time to time. The road was bumpy, but his heart was warm.

This is wealth from heaven.

Although I don’t know how the owner gave up so decisively.

But since it was a gift before parting, the butler would not choose to refuse.

With his thoughts, it is naturally not difficult to guess that this is the owner of the shop who intends to keep a little friendship. With the owner of the shop, he must have had the skill of getting rid of the shell.

If you are destined to be together, you may see you again in your lifetime.

"Shopkeeper, come and make a pot of wine!"

Just as the group of knights were resting, the door of the small inn was pushed open again. A thin man in a torn hat and wearing a wide dress, shaking and drunk, walked in from outside the door.

He shouted as soon as he entered the door, full of drunkard spirit.

But he was generous in his actions, and he beat a few pieces of silver on the counter, which made the shopkeeper smile again and gave the drunkard a few ounces of wine.

The drunkard held it in his hand and burped with a smile.

As if curious, he looked at the knights, then shakingly pushed the door and walked out. After the drunkard left, the knights' hands placed on the crossbow weapon were released.

But before they could continue to eat and eat, they heard a clang, two clang sounds.

Two melon-shaped iron lumps were thrown in from the window and hitting between the three square tables of the knights, rolling and circling on the ground, and smoke came out.

This thing is...

"boom"

Before the knights could react, the grenade exploded immediately. The moment the fire rose, the flew out fragments swept across the surroundings, and the shock wave hit the knights to the ground.

The unlucky ones have never had any bones that have been blown away.

"Bang"

The inn's shaking door was kicked open. The fourth brother rushed into the store with a broken hat, still full of alcohol, but there was no drunkenness.

The broad long suit on his body was lifted outwards, like wings spreading, and his hands were crossed and they held the two firearms inserted around his waist.

The next moment, the firearm was unsheathed.

Like two short swords, pointing at the people who were blown upside down in front of him.

The firearm in his hand was in a strange shape.

Just like a T-shaped metal box, it looks small and exquisite, but extremely exquisite, with black paint, slender magazines protruding on the gun body, and a folded butt stock fits the gun body.

The muzzle is equipped with a fireworks-relieving cap, which makes the gun more stable under weight gain, and there are also sprayed black skeletons on the gun handle.

Classic UZI light submachine gun.

360mm long.

2.7 kg.

Effective range is 150 meters.

The theoretical rate of fire is 1500 rounds per minute.

It is most suitable for special operations, street fighting and other close combat occasions.

This gun, at first glance.

Very ugly.

But he is extremely ugly and has a very personality. He is very ordinary, low-key, and even a bit humble, but he is by no means simple.

The fourth brother's left eye shone with a glimmer of light.

That is the cursor of the fire control system reflected by the biological prosthesis, but on this battlefield of multiple killing, the fourth brother didn't even need to aim, and several cursors were set in his left eye.

In this three-dimensional coordinate system, every target is accurately positioned at this moment.

Unfortunately, the fourth brother did not assist in aiming at the prosthesis, otherwise he would be able to accurately shoot all the targets in front of him within two seconds with his eyes closed.

But now, that's enough.

The fastest-reacting knight pressed his bloody neck, raised his left hand, and the arrow in front of the crossbow had a cold light reflection. This moment of scene seemed to be slow motion of a card frame.

The fourth brother saw clearly that a red dot shot out from under his muzzle, outlining an invisible line, which was hitting the forehead of the knight holding the crossbow.

The latter had no feeling, nor did he know that the god of death, who was fired, had marked him.

"Bang"

Less than three meters away, the moment the bullet came out of the bore, it pierced the flesh and blood in front of it, and the blood light of the drill flew everywhere, like a watermelon bursting in front of you.

Red, white, and sprinkled everywhere.

Just like the first note of a music carnival, the light splashed with blood and flesh could no longer make the fourth brother feel panic. He seemed to be used to it.

Everything seemed to be slow motion, and time slowed down a lot at this moment.

The moment the trigger was pulled, he was in charge of the dissipation of life.

This feeling, even...

A little addictive.

"Bang, bang."

The gun holder is no longer the rookie who used firearms for the first time.

He did not focus on the pleasure of emptying the magazine at one time, but followed the teachings of the boss and Su, and fine-tuned his wrists and turned the gun in a very rhythmic manner.

Aim and pull the trigger.

It's always the same old trick, point shot, long shot, and three shots.

Two UZIs that have been transformed by wasteland technology.

Two extended magazines, a total of seventy bullets, were knocked empty in seven seconds, and the jingling bullet shells hit the ground and jumped, like a pile of hills under the feet of the old four.

With the last sound of the firing pin, the carnival of gunfire ended.

In the mess of gunpowder, the entire inn was filled with pungent smell, and the walls covered with holes at the back were covered with red blood stains, like a postmodern art painting.

There were also mottled lights shot out from the holes in the walls, reflected like arrows, on the bloody ground.

Here, there are only the last two people left.

One stood.

It's the fourth brother.

He decisively pulled the bullet and changed the bullet. The empty magazine fell out and hit the ground, splashing dust.

The fourth brother quickly replaced it with a new magazine.

The things that Su taught him, the shared downloaded war clips on the chip, and the code of use of weapons, were filled with knowledge and made him very clear about what to do now.

There is still a lying down.

Right at the counter.
Chapter completed!