Zhao Wen looked at Song Laosan who stood up in the ruined temple and held a long knife. The corners of his mouth raised slightly and he said jokingly: "What? Are you not convinced? Do you want to hack me to death?"

At the same time, Zhao Daniu and Wang Qi held the 56 halves on their shoulders tightly in their hands, opened the safety, and stood ready.

"Hmph, you little beast, you have humiliated me over and over again. If I don't kill you today, I, Song Laosan, will not be a human being."

Song Laosan held a long knife, his eyes were burning, and he said fiercely.

"Haha, do you know there is such a saying?" Zhao Wenyun looked at Song Laosan calmly, while holding the two big black stars in his hands and playing with them.

Song Laosan said: "Oh? What are you talking about? Could it be your last words? I know you have a fire blunderbuss in your hand, but the fire blunderbuss can only be fired once. There are so many of us now, and we only rely on your two fire blunderbuss.

Do you think you can beat us with your two men?"

Sometimes, people tend to ignore danger when they are extremely angry, and Song Laosan is in this state now.

Song Laosan didn't think that the fire gun in Zhao Wen's hand could kill him. After all, the power of such a small fire gun could be imagined.

In the eyes of people of this era, the bigger the firearm, the more powerful it is. Those Zhankou general cannons, Franco machine guns, and Hongyi cannons, don’t those weigh hundreds of kilograms or even thousands of kilograms? Even a small Peruvian cannon

Guns are several feet long and weigh more than ten kilograms.

Song Laosan didn't think that such a thing that was no bigger than the palm of his hand could kill him, so he didn't pay attention to the firecracker in Zhao Wen's hand.

"The sword is not sharp and the horse is too thin, so I don't want to fight with you!" Zhao Wen said this coldly.

Zhao Daniu looked at Zhao Wen with admiration in his eyes. He didn't expect that the Immortal could write poems.

"What the hell, brothers, do it!" Song Laosan picked up the knife in his hand and slashed at Zhao Wen.

"hehe!"

Zhao Wen sneered, and then pointed the big black star in his hand at Song Laosan.

"Bang!"

A ball of fire appeared from the muzzle of Big Black Star, and then a ball of blood jumped out from Song Laosan's chest.

The knife in Song Laosan's hand fell to the ground. He looked at the big hole in his chest in disbelief. His body fell softly, his eyes widened, and he refused to close his eyes. From the beginning to the end, he never thought that he could die so easily.

, and he died so aggrieved and cowardly.

"Brothers, his gun has fired, and now there is no ammunition in his gun. Now he has no choice. Let's rush up and chop them into pieces. Avenge the second boss!"

A man who was blind in one eye looked at Song Laosan on the ground, with veins popping out on his forehead, holding the knife tightly, and said angrily.

In these people's minds, a firecracker can only be fired once. After firing, it takes a long time to reload.

Therefore, after these people saw the fire gun in Zhao Wen's hand being used, they excitedly started to kill Zhao Wen one by one.

"kill!"

The cry of killing is everywhere!

Zhao Wen looked at the one-eyed man coldly, then raised the big black star in his hand, pointed it at the one-eyed man, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The one-eyed man fell down in response, "Why can this fire cannon fire continuously?" This was the only question the one-eyed man had before he died.

Unfortunately, no one explained to him why.

The bandits were so frightened by Zhao Wen's methods that they stopped in place and did not dare to move forward for a while.

Because no one knows if there is any ammunition left in this gun. If there is any ammunition left, then it is seeking death.

For a moment, no one dared to take the lead. After all, the person who took the lead was lying on the ground, silently complaining about his grievances.

Zhao Wen stood up and looked at these bandits: "You bandits, I don't understand. Why are you so sure that you can defeat me? I dare to bring two people in, which proves that I have the ability to defeat you all."

Kill!"

Zhao Wen's eyes showed murderous intent, and then he said in a deep voice: "Kill them all!"

"What?!"

People often burst out with great strength in despair, and the same goes for these bandits. When they heard that Zhao Wen was going to kill them all, they all burst out with a strong desire to survive and rushed towards Zhao Wen.

These bandits believe that as long as they kill the person in front of them, they can survive.

Zhao Wen looked at the bandits rushing towards him, the corner of his mouth raised, "Kill!"

"Bang bang bang!"

56 and a half gunshots continued to sound, and in an instant, all the bandits fell to the ground.

After a few breaths, the entire ruined temple fell into a deathly silence. The bandits were all lying on the ground, and the whole ground was stained red with blood. Several fires were extinguished by the blood, making a hissing sound.

The smell of blood floats in the air.

Zhao Wen leaned against Qiang Shang and looked at everything coldly.

"Hunter, you are a little too cruel, aren't you?"

The middle-aged man who was sitting with Song Laosan stood up and looked at Zhao Wen coldly.

"Who are you? How can you talk to the Immortal?"

Zhao Daniu looked at the middle-aged man who stood up and scolded angrily.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Daniu, then picked up the long knife on the ground, hung it on his waist, and walked outside.

In the wind and rain, the middle-aged man's deep and hoarse voice came.

"The sword is not sharp and the horse is too thin. I don't want to fight you yet! I remember you, young man."

Zhao Wen looked at Yu Ye and said loudly: "Let me tell you one more thing, the colorful world is charming, but if you don't have the strength, don't show off!"

"Okay, I remember it!"

Zhao Daniu looked at the middle-aged man who disappeared and looked at Zhao Wen curiously: "Why not keep him?"

"It's not necessary. He poses no threat to me. So what if I kill him? Let him go. After all, he didn't draw a knife on me just now!" Zhao Wen held a sawdust in his mouth, curled his lips, and said indifferently.

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Zhao Wen stood up and walked to the temple gate. He opened his arms, looked at the sky, and sighed: "Why am I so invincible? Alas, being invincible is so lonely."

Zhao Daniu looked at Zhao Wen's back and curled his lips: "Tsk, the Immortal just likes to show off!"

Zhao Daniu heard the word "pretend" from Zhao Wen. Although he didn't know what it meant, when he said it now, Zhao Daniu didn't feel any sense of violation.

Wang Qi placed the 56 half horizontally on his waist and wiped it carefully with a rag.

Zhao Wen returned to the fire, took out a few pieces of meat from his pocket on the ground, and roasted them on the fire.

These include horse meat made into dried meat by Liu Wu from beacon fires, and war horses killed by 40mm fire and grenades while killing the Tatars.

At that time, Zhao Wen looked at the horses that were blown to pieces on the ground and did not think about this. But Zhao Daniu said that although these horses were blown to pieces, the horse meat was indeed good and could not be wasted. Therefore, Zhao Daniu picked it up.

Quite a bit.

Zhao Wen roughly rinsed the horse meat that Zhao Daniu picked up with the water in the water bag, then wrapped it in salt and roasted it on the fire.

Only by roasting the horse meat into jerky can it be stored for a longer time. Otherwise, it will quickly become moldy.

The fire was burning under the horse meat, making a crackling sound. Zhao Daniu kept drooling as he looked at the horse meat on the fire.

More than an hour later, Zhao Wen took the horse meat off the fire, tore off a piece and put it in his mouth.

To be honest, horse meat is not very tasty, especially war horse meat.

First of all, the horse meat was very raw, without any oil or water, and tasted like chewing wax. Zhao Wen took two bites and then stuffed the horse meat to Zhao Daniu and Wang Qi.

Zhao Daniu didn't have such a naughty mouth as Zhao Wen. When he took the horse meat from Zhao Wen's hand, he started biting it regardless of burning his mouth.

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After one night, the rain gradually lightened up, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky became clear again.

Zhao Wen stood up from the ground, stretched, picked up the clothes from the rack next to the fire, and put them on.

After a night of baking, the clothes are almost dry.
Chapter completed!