Jinyu Dynasty 7 Quenching Mirror

Bai Xuelan said to Xuan Huaifeng, "You stay here."

He pulled the pistol from his waist, held it in his hand, and walked out of the window.Xuan Huaifeng hurriedly followed, just stopped by the window, Bai Xuelan shouted outside, "Go back!"

Xuan Huaifeng could only take a step back.

There were intensive gunshots outside, and the cold smell of ice and snow in the air gradually smelled of gunpowder smoke. The bullets hit the outside of the carriage with a dull bang.

Xuan Huaifeng waited and waited, and couldn't bear it anymore, he simply squeezed among the rickety suitcases in the carriage, and walked to another window in the carriage.

Looking out, on the snow-covered ground outside, in the distance, there are shadows of big men riding horses and waving spears, clamoring to keep approaching, trying to surround these carriages.

Bai Xuelan, Song Ren and the others either took the carriage as cover, or hid behind the luggage scattered on the snowy ground, and raised their guns to fight back.

Bullets cut scorching lines across the sky, and screams pierced the sky.

Dozens of bandits have fallen, not only people, but also horses.The bandits who were killed lay on the snow, bleeding like huge blooming red flowers, and the wounded horse lying on the ground wriggled its tail feebly and neighed in mourning.

However, those bandits were extremely numerous and fierce. When their own people died, not only did they not retreat, but they charged even more fiercely.

The guards that Bai Xuelan liked were all veterans from his hometown in Shandong. When the train derailed, he was only dazed for a moment, and then counterattacked under Song Ren's command. Those who can survive, so they all hold guns and beat them regardless.

Bai Xuelan was also lying among the guards, her two spears were superb, as long as he raised his hand, someone would fall off his horse on the other side of the snow field.He was so powerful that he angered the bandits, and soon more people rushed in his direction.

The bullets hit densely, and the snow field in front of Bai Xuelan stirred up a burst of snow fog.Xuan Huaifeng watched in the carriage, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help leaning out. When he looked carefully again, Bai Xuelan ducked, put the bullets in the pistol again, and quickly fought back.

Xuan Huaifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He only cared about Bai Xuelan's safety, but he didn't realize that when he leaned forward just now, he showed his whereabouts, and his eyes were still on Bai Xuelan. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, a bullet pierced through the window, and the glass exploded. Debris splattered.

Xuan Huaifeng stepped back and stretched out his hand to cover his face. He felt a tingling pain in his arm, and when he put it down, he saw two pieces of broken glass pierced into his flesh on his right arm.

The battle outside was fierce, and the sound of the gunshot seemed to burst into his chest. Regardless of the pain, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the broken glass, tore off a piece of clothing, and tied it on the wound casually.

He came over temporarily to look for books, but didn't take the gun that Bai Xuelan gave him, so he searched for the gun in the carriage.

Fortunately, among the things Bai Xuelan moved back to her hometown this time, apart from all kinds of expensive gifts, the most common thing was ammunition.Just now when the train derailed and shook, several unfastened munitions boxes turned over, and the contents inside were scattered.

The firearms all over the floor, if an expert who knows the goods see it, it will fall into the treasure house.

Because of the preparation of the arsenal, Xuan Huaifeng has been studying the knowledge of firearms for a while, not to mention that White, as a partner of the US arms group, is very sincere and has provided him with a large amount of information on American arms.

Therefore, other firearms are fine, but this American firearm is the most familiar to him, and he can remember the key points of use in the manual clearly in his mind.

He was anxious to help Bai Xuelan. Although his hand was injured, he moved three points faster than usual. He picked up a Riemann rifle and thought it was not good enough, so he dropped it casually and looked around.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

Two or three steps ahead, he pulled out a gun that was half-pressed by debris in the corner, held it in his hand and took a closer look, it was indeed a Layton 520.He searched around desperately again, and let him find the supporting sight and a box of ammunition.

Xuan Huaifeng took these, returned to the window that was pierced by the bullet just now, and began to install a scope on the Layton 520.After a while, red flowers bloomed all over the snow outside, and the fallen horse stopped neighing, and it would never make any sound again.

The battle was stalemate, the bandits rushed up for a while, were repelled by Bai Xuelan and the others for a while, and rushed up again soon.

The guard on Bai Xuelan's left, with his hand still on the trigger of the spear, had already bowed his head, and his body was lying on the snow, as if he had just fallen asleep. When the bullet pierced through, the movement trembled slightly, and then returned to eternal peace.

Bai Xuelan was still gloomy, firing guns continuously.

He killed the most people, and the bandits also focused on him. The bullets flying across the sky roared, and the bandits could vaguely hear their shouts in a local accent, "Tear him! Tear him!"

From the roar, Xuan Huaifeng heard a kind of viciousness, and his heart contracted slightly.

The next moment, he was very angry.

This anger burned, like lighting a large barrel of kerosene, and it was uncontrollably red, making his hands so hot that they seemed to be sweating.

He put the famous big gun made in the United States in front of the window, bent his waist, squinted one eye, and searched in the scope.

Who was it that clamored to tear Bai Xuelan up just now?

Who gave the order?

Be it officers, soldiers, or bandits, those who can issue orders will naturally not rush to the front recklessly, and most of them will hide in the rear.

Xuan Huaifeng saw the group of bandits rushing forward one after another from the extremely advanced scope, he ignored them, and looked farther behind than the bandits.It was a dirt slope, and a few figures on horseback were on it, probably to look down from a height and observe the situation.

Of course Xuan Huaifeng loves his motherland, but at this moment, he is really happy that he is holding an American gun.

Good American guns.

The American-made Riemann rifle has a range of [-], which is very good.

The American-made Layton 520 has a range of [-], which is even better.

Those who commanded the bandits to tear Bai Xuelan apart were within the range of the Layton 520.

This is simply, as good as it gets.

Xuan Huaifeng aimed at the one standing in the middle on the hillside. His handsome face was tense and his eyes were as bright as stars. The moment before he pulled the trigger, his soul suddenly sank into the depths of the ice sea, his calmness was indescribable.

See who rips who.

Thinking silently in my heart, I pulled the trigger.