Chapter 13 Twelve little foreign guns

The earth is certain, the sky may be certain, if it is cloudy, it will be cloudy.Although there was no downpour, thin and dense rain drizzles floated in the air. After a while, the bark and grass leaves were wet and shiny, and the ground became slippery. Just now, Sha Er led the group of people to fight head-to-head with the Maozi.Maozi really has a trick to block the road. He only stabs the gun but not stabs it. It is very different from the way we Chinese use the gun. Silly Er also uses his skill. , The regiment people went up and swung their knives and chopped.Maozi suffered a great loss, and suddenly broke away from the melee fight, and retreated to the back of the mound to release a row of guns.It was the first time Silly Two had fought against the Maozi, this foreign gunman was much better than Dai Kuiyi's clay ball, he couldn't even hear the sound, and the braid naturally didn't move, but the group members behind him fell down one by one.When they rushed up the mound, the Maozi were gone.Silly Er saw a group member lying beside him, with three holes pierced in his chest by a foreign gun, bleeding profusely, and muttered in his heart, and a few young members of the group looked at him in a daze, and seemed to have doubts about "invulnerability" .Brother Yin, who was wearing filial piety shoes, came over and said:

"These buddies haven't mastered their kung fu, and they can't stand up to foreign guns if they don't invite gods to possess them!" As soon as I said these two sentences, the boys on the racecourse suddenly started shooting.The pitch-black projectiles the size of watermelons flew towards them from afar, and landed in the open depression, blowing up muddy water, clods of soil, and small trees.Brother Yin was not afraid at all, and shouted to the group members: "Stand up, don't be afraid, you will be frightened by ghosts only if you are afraid of ghosts! When the cannons are done bluffing, it's time for the bastards to come out of their nests!"

The members of the regiment stood facing the cold and wet wind, and none of them hid. No one was hurt by the blast.Then, behind the dark green woods in front, a small foreign flag was erected, waved twice, and the snare drum sounded, and the Maozi came out, three rows in front and back, armed with guns, and walked straight to the beat of the drum.The members of the regiment were about to go up to fight hand-to-hand. The Maozi suddenly changed their formation. The first row lay down, the second row knelt on one leg, and the third row stood still. Boom! Boom! Boom! Three rows of guns.Immediately, many regiment members fell forward or backward.The rest of the group members didn't know why, but they still stood still. Brother Yin screamed: "Get down! Get down!" So the group members and the silly two all lay down on the muddy ground.

The boys put on bullets, boom! boom! boom! Another three rows of guns. The bullets flew close to the back of Sha Er's head and the back of their spine, making them unable to lift their heads.Senior brother Yin was lying beside Sha Er, his turban was smashed into pieces, and he had to press his face on the muddy floor, a large piece of mud was rubbed on his mouth, his face was flushed red with anger, and his eyes popped out. Weeping, grandma scolded loudly, the more she scolded, the more furious she suddenly jumped up, and shouted in that piercing piercing voice: "Fuck his ancestors, my mother told them to spoil them, I'll fuck them all to death!" Like crazy, he rushed up wielding a wide-faced broadsword.His feet, wearing white filial piety shoes, broke into the middle of the chaotic formation within a few steps.

The members of the regiment who responded immediately jumped up, facing the foreign guns like migrating locusts, no matter who was shot and fell down, they still rushed forward desperately.Silly Er naturally didn't care if there was any law on his body, he was caught in the crowd, and kept rushing into the formation of the mobs, wielding his knife and braid, and hitting him whenever he came across it.I heard the sound of Chi Chi guns in my ears, followed by the sound of drums to help out from behind.This piece of music is so familiar! It must be "The Prodigal Goose"! Its tragic, screaming, mournful, high-pitched voice seems to have a sharp, tangible and invisible sound, which penetrates into the ears and then hard into the heart. It arouses the blood in the whole body, urges people to risk their lives to come forward, makes people want to cry, get angry, and can't stop fighting to die.Ah! This is what Liu Sishu's little pipe blows out! He didn't have time to tell the difference, he couldn't even tell the difference between life and death.I don't know how many hairs have been pulled out of the braid along the way.Suddenly there was a bang, his eyes turned black, his body seemed to belong to someone else, he was thrown out suddenly, and even his consciousness flew away from his body.When he woke up, it was already dark, except for a few croaking and frogs, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and he thought in a daze that he had arrived in the underworld.Looking again, he was lying in a puddle. Thanks to the shallow water in the puddle and the thick aquatic plants under his buttocks, the tip of his nose did not sink below the water surface, otherwise he would have been suffocated to death.He stood up from the water with no injuries on his body or legs, a piece of flesh was cut off by the foreign gun on his shoulder, and the left half of his jacket was stained red with blood.

He climbed up to the edge of the pit and saw that there were dead people all over the ground, including furs and regiments. The clothes were darkened by the light rain, but the blood from the wound was diluted by the rain, and the corpses and grass were stained with light red patches.He suddenly found Senior Brother Yin hugging a boy tightly, lying motionless on the ground.He broke it with his hands, and it turned out that Senior Brother Yin's big knife was stuck in Maozi's chest, and Maozi's spear stabbed into Senior Brother Yin's stomach, and he was already dead.On the wet ground, those filial piety shoes are extremely white.He looked around for the corpses of the Tuanmin, but found no one alive.For some reason, he was anxious to get out of this place.

He identified the direction and walked towards the city.After walking not far, I suddenly saw a pile of dead people lying horizontally and vertically on a loess platform.Looking closely, it turned out to be a song blowing party from his hometown, and all of them had already sacrificed their lives.The cowhide drum was blown apart, the wooden drum was still smoking, and suona, sheng, small cymbals, and drumsticks were thrown on the ground.In the middle, there was an old man reclining, the cloth on his head had come off, and his skull was exposed outside, which was drenched by the rain like a melon, radiating a faint blue light.He was holding a small nine-hole tube tightly in his hand, ah, it was Uncle Liu! He almost cried out.When he bent down to close Liu Si's eyelids, his heart felt uncomfortable, and a hot energy surged up, and the roots of his hair were fried. He shook his head violently, flicked his braids, and wanted to break into the purple bamboo forest alone and fight to the death , but suddenly he felt that the strength on his head was not right, and he flicked it again, but it was not right. The braid seemed to be not on his head, but when he turned his head, it was still hanging on his back. How strange! He turned pale with shock, it turned out that the magic whip was actually broken by a foreign gun, and the broken stubble was scorched and rolled up, only a few sticks were attached.A little half of the yellow talisman paper tucked into the braid was also burnt.Well? Is it over?

Ah! He was confused, stupid, and didn't know what was going on.For a while, it seemed that he couldn't hold his breath, and when he peed, his crotch was completely wet. He only went back when it was dark, but he dared not go home, and he was afraid that he would bump into an acquaintance on the road and be seen.He wrapped his head with the piece of cloth Mr. Cao gave him, and sneaked into the old man Jin Zixian's house as soon as he entered the city.When Jin Zixian heard this, he was so startled that he almost fainted, and when he regained consciousness, he hurriedly hid the idiot tightly, and must not let outsiders hear the slightest bit of wind!