Guantao is the territory of Cangzhou Road.

This was the case in the Ming Dynasty, and it was also the case in the Qing Dynasty.

This was still the case during the Republic of China.

After the Japanese attacked, they were still like this...

Even in troubled times, these guys still believe in their views!

This is the territory of the local snake. The tiger lies and the dragon lies.

It’s not the turn of others to interfere in the matters inside Cangzhou Road.

Whether it was the Central Plains War many years ago or the Zhili War, no one dared to ignore the existence of Cangzhou Road.

Because, practicing martial arts has become a trend on this land, and the people are strong.

The person who is good at tracking said that Chen Baji didn't run far, so just chase him slowly.

Bang Chi...bang Chi...bang Chi...bang Chi...

The very familiar rifle rhythm...is the unique sound of the old sleeve that has almost been smoothed out.

Bullets roared over the crowd, rushing wildly.

Around me.

Overhead.

There were whistling everywhere.

The sound of plops and gunshots lying on the ground, the first thing to save your life.

The puddle and mud immediately fell into a large area.

There was a bad guy who was slow to move, and his body blocked the flying bullet and the two sides merged into one with a puff.

Perhaps it was because the bone was not hit and the warhead was not blocked too much, and it directly penetrated the tissue and brought out a scoop of liquid.

The dark night before dawn, flashing one after another, causing the pupils of the people lying on the ground to dilate instantly.

Finally, a smart person understood that this was not the noise that Chen Baji's men could make.

Hurry up and shouted: "No, there is an ambush ahead..."

Then he raised his gun and put it around the dazzling gunfire...

In ambushed...you can see those with eyes.

There were sounds of "ambushing in the middle" one after another.

Regardless of whether it is nonsense or not, you must raise your voice to relieve the fear in your heart.

Bullets don't have eyes... Maybe a blink of an eye will make the bullet complete his mission, but he will take his own life.

Only by lying on the ground can the possibility of being shot almost zero...

The old sleeves in the south seem to have maintained a certain frequency.

It seems different from the situation where bandits often hear gunshots and then messy.

More than a dozen painful screams echoed in the darkness.

A picture appeared in everyone's mind: a bullet like a mad dog tear the bodies of those screaming brothers into blood.

The fire of counterattacks keeps shining...

Finally someone found something was wrong. As soon as the brother who was fighting back opened fire, he would be shot and screamed.

The other party's bullets looked like they were looking in the dark...

A terrifying thought came to my mind: There is a sharpshooter!

How else can I beat this?

The bandits may not have received professional training, but they are not stupid.

Fight back and stop shooting immediately.

The shameless ambushman on the opposite side could not find the target and stopped shooting.

The night.

No light.

The muddy land formed by the waterlogging can hear nothing except the unlucky guys who were shot, their breathing and their heartbeats.

Even those who are brave on weekdays dare not raise their guns to rush south.

That guy in the darkness is so accurate...

Bandit soldiers are soldiers, but they are not considered soldiers.

This time I was lucky because their opponent had dirty faces and this time there was no machine gun in his hand.

Otherwise, a few shuttles came over and the guy lying on the ground should have turned around and ran away.

…

Confidence is mostly derived from past experience.

The dirty face thought that it was dark, with intentional calculations but no intentions. He fired with more than ten rifles on the front, firing five bullets in the empty bullet compartment, covering ten or eight of them should not be a problem.

The enemy gathered into a group, shot in a random way and fired the sharpshooter. There was no big difference.

The bandit soldier actually shot and fought back, giving him the chance to kill the target one by one.

The rifle in his hand kept shining, and after every bullet, you could almost hear screams not far away...

...

Zhao Haichen is very smart and knows the principle of protecting his life and preventing the gun from being the first to be a leader, so he has been walking behind the team.

Suddenly attacked, Zhao Haichen thought at first that it was just Chen Baji who resisted stubbornly like the previous few times.

The gunshots of the old sleeves made him feel unsure.

Did you hear it wrong or have hallucinations?

He pricked up his ears without blinking, and then he could hear nothing or see nothing.

I had already figured out that Chen Baji came here this time and only brought thirteen people.

All the ones hanging on the body are shell guns.

Eight subordinates who were beaten to death on the road.

He should have only five people left now. After counting the gunfire that opened in front, it seemed that there were still... thirteen...

Is it difficult to see a ghost?

It's necessary to figure out what's going on!

Chen Baji dared to stop. Even if there were more than ten, it would not be enough to see his own brothers No. 100.

It is said that the IQ of martial arts practice is generally not very high, but it actually makes sense.

To achieve goals by force for a long time is much more direct than to tricks.

If a group of brothers gather to fight, Zhao Haichen must be a top-notch player.

But he really doesn't know how to command the battle.

Previously, there were more people than Chen Baji and had the advantage of darkness. An ambush would lead to a lot of holes.

However, he still proudly thought that he was better than Chen Baji.

Bandit soldiers are also soldiers.

So, a bandit soldier crawled back in the mud to report the situation.

The person who reported was the one around him who wanted to make a fortune.

The two of them muttered little, roughly meaning that the ambush was unknown.

There seems to be only a dozen numbers on the opposite side, and the one who has the 100 numbers on his subordinates, who wants to get rich, has a beautiful dream and will not be interrupted by this accident.

He felt he had figured out the situation.

Immediately shouted and ordered my subordinates to spread their wings.

Falling in the front, encircling from both sides...

This tactic is my personal ability!

Seeing the dark shadows running to both sides quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Zhao Haichen was shocked for no reason and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He kept fiddling with the shell gun in his hand, thinking carefully for a long time, but he didn't think of it.

Could this be caused by the Eighth Route Army?

The Eighth Route Army is not afraid of death, and its combat effectiveness is not very good, but even the Japanese have a headache.
To be continued...