RBCT Chapter 2 Gunfire
Chapter 2 Gunfire
"Slap, slap slap..."
Seven or eight gunshots rang out like popping beans.
Blood suddenly gushed from the bodies of the first few men, and without uttering a sound, they fell straight down.
The corpse crashed onto the blood-soaked rocks with a dull thud.
With a loud "bang," the iron pot on Li Cheng's chest shook violently, and his running steps suddenly stopped.
The impact of the bullet slowed his forward momentum slightly, and several men beside him roared as they rushed past him, heading straight for the mountain pass.
"Luckily, there's an iron pot." Li Xin crouched in the basket on his back, his head bowed low. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of sparks flying from the iron pot, and heard the roar of Master Zhao.
"Don't stop! Stopping means death!"
At this moment, Master Zhao's movements became unusually agile, his eyes bloodshot. One hand rested on his brow, while the other swung a black iron rod with a whooshing sound, leaping and bounding like a mad monkey.
As the iron rod swept across, several men who turned to run away were struck on the head, the "crackling" sounds like watermelons being smashed.
Brain matter mixed with blood splattered out, and the corpse collapsed to the ground, blocking the way out.
No one dared to turn back. The remaining people shouted at the top of their lungs, "The ancestral master protects us, we are invulnerable to swords and spears!" They brandished knives, forks, and wooden sticks and charged forward through the hail of bullets.
Li Xin narrowed his eyes to slits, staring intently at the mountain pass more than 30 meters away.
Without even blinking.
Gunfire continued, and flashes of light filled the air...
Xiaoyue shrank her head as far as she could into her arms, her small body trembling uncontrollably, clearly knowing that she couldn't show her face at this moment.
The bamboo basket bounced violently with Li Cheng's footsteps, and suddenly a clang rang out, making Li Xin's eyebrows twitch slightly.
The eldest brother's iron pot was hit by another bullet.
These foreigners are extremely accurate marksmen; they can hit moving targets with such a high accuracy rate, making them no easy opponents.
"One, two, get down!" came the shout from the foreigner in the distance, carrying an urgent command.
Li Xin raised his hand and slammed it heavily on Li Cheng's shoulder, then roared in a deep voice, "Get down!"
Li Cheng seemed to be used to following his orders. Without thinking, he lunged forward and slid across the grass using the momentum.
The iron pot on his chest scraped against the ground with a screeching sound that wouldn't stop.
Bullets whizzed overhead, and three or four more people fell to the ground beside me...
"Go! Speed up!" Li Xin gripped his little sister's shoulders tightly to prevent her from falling out of the bamboo basket.
Upon hearing this, Li Cheng kicked his feet like grasshoppers, leaped up, and ran swiftly with a thick wooden stick in his hand.
He had practiced Chuojiao kung fu, and his footwork was extremely fast. He also had some skill with the Mad Demon Stick Technique, and it was difficult for seven or eight ordinary people to get close to him.
At this moment, he sprinted at full speed and caught up with the person in front of him in the blink of an eye, becoming the vanguard instead.
"Get down!"
Li Xin's command sounded again, and Li Cheng ducked to avoid another wave of intense gunfire.
The few leaps and bounds not only boosted Li Cheng's confidence, but also ignited hope in the eyes of the dozen or so men remaining beside him.
That last burst of gunfire almost wiped them all out. Now, only eleven or twelve people, including Master Zhao, are still alive. The casualties are severe.
"Snake Step! Charge left and right!" Li Xin changed the command.
In his past life, he had a wide range of interests, having attended university, served in the military, and traveled to Southeast Asia and the sea. He was proficient in the Five Elements, Bagua, boxing, and Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).
Knowing the firing principle and drawbacks of foreign guns from the late 19th to the early 20th century, and understanding their firing rhythm, there were ways to evade them.
Upon hearing the command, Li Cheng's footwork changed; he took a step to the left, then a step to the right, his body moving in a serpentine pattern. With a few undulations, the thirty-meter distance rapidly shortened.
"kill!"
Like a wild boar driven to desperation, Li Cheng charged headlong into the gun emplacement, slamming his thick wooden club down on the heads and faces of more than ten Angus soldiers, and three or four of them fell in the blink of an eye.
The foreigners were thrown into disarray; some shouted orders, others hastily opened fire. Some even used their guns like clubs, engaging in a direct confrontation.
"Bang!"
With a loud thud, Li Cheng was shot again in the chest.
He groaned and fell to the ground, the iron pot on his chest shattering into seven or eight pieces with a crash, shards flying everywhere.
Before falling, he kicked the leading Anssa officer in the knee. The stick lashed out and struck the officer hard in the temple, causing him to fall like a log, blood gushing from his head.
Four or five men with bloodshot eyes rushed up from behind, brandishing knives and forks, fighting to the death.
This journey was practically a bloodbath.
There were initially more than thirty people, but nearly thirty died along the way, and two or three more fell during the close-quarters battle.
Fortunately, Master Zhao was indeed formidable, with astonishing staff skills. He hid in the back to hold the line, letting others draw fire, while he himself missed a single shot and even killed five or six people.
Li Xin, without even checking his elder brother's injuries, had already pressed his hand to the ground and darted out of the bamboo basket.
He reached out and unholstered the holster on the officer's waist, hooked two fingers together, and a heavy revolver came into his hand, instantly putting his mind at ease.
"Go to hell!"
A foreign soldier threw down his rifle, pulled a short knife from his boot, gripped it tightly, and charged menacingly at Li Cheng.
He clearly hated the young man who had knocked down his superior.
Li Xin suddenly looked up, raised his revolver, and with a "bang," blood splattered everywhere.
The soldier was shot in the head on the spot.
He blew on the muzzle, swung the cylinder, glanced at it, and then turned and fired four more shots...
"Bang bang bang bang!" Four Angus men were shot in the head and fell to the ground dead.
These foreigners didn't take the small-statured Li Xin seriously at all, allowing him to fire his gun unexpectedly from the crowd, hitting his target every time from just a few meters away.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Tanzhu and the last two remaining men were greatly encouraged. They raised their clubs and knives and quickly wiped out the remaining three Angusa soldiers.
"Search him! Hurry up!" Li Xin breathed a long sigh of relief, the cold sweat on his vest turning icy cold in the night wind.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Xiaoyue had already climbed out of the bamboo basket, supporting herself on her arms, and was taking a watch from the officer's hand, her thin little face full of smiles.
The girl seemed quite skilled at body searches, quickly untying a heavy money pouch from the officer's waist. She weighed it in her hand, then walked towards the other soldiers' corpses, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Brother, you've been shot?" Only then did Li Xin notice that Li Cheng, who was panting heavily, was frighteningly pale.
"It's nothing, just a scratch. I wasn't hit head-on. Second brother, if it weren't for you, today..."
Before he could finish speaking, a cold shout came from the side: "Give it here!"
Turning his head, he saw that Master Zhao was staring at the money bag and watch in Xiaoyue's hand, and the black iron rod covered in blood was slightly raised, his eyes flashing coldly.
"This is my second brother's!" Xiaoyue raised her head, her big eyes full of grievance, clearly not understanding why this bearded uncle had suddenly become so fierce.
"Just take it!" With a whoosh, Master Zhao brandished his iron rod, about to smash it down on Xiaoyue.
"Snapped!"
A gunshot rang out.
Master Zhao staggered, turned his head to look in Li Xin's direction, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The iron rod fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Blood was gushing from a small hole in his temple.
Li Xin, holding his gun, swept his cold, icy gaze over the remaining two men.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The two men trembled violently, their greed extinguished by the single shot. With a shout, they turned and rushed into the vast darkness.
They now understood that the so-called ancestral talismans and invulnerability were all a joke.
This child, who looks only eight or nine years old, is so fierce it's chilling.
He fired six shots, killing five Anssa people and also killing Zhao Tanzhu; he was simply beyond my ability to withstand.
Having barely escaped from the guns of foreigners, there's no need to risk your life for a little money.
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