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Liu Handong's first reaction was to draw a gun, fire a warning shot, and fire a shot into the air. The militiamen were indeed frightened back, but they surrounded them again in an instant. A cadre-looking guy held a tin trumpet and shouted: "Come on, he Don¡¯t dare to shoot.¡±
As soon as he finished speaking, the cadre's loudspeaker flew into the sky. He covered his wrist and howled. Then he was shot again in the shoulder. He sat on the ground in pain and screamed. When the militiamen found out that the other party really dared to shoot, they immediately They retreated, and there was a large area of ??densely packed wild land on both sides of the road, and they didn't dare to show their heads.
Liu Handong turned back and saw that Xiao Dao had climbed out of the overturned Mercedes-Benz. He was unharmed, but the young man driving the car and Zhang Miao in the passenger seat had been knocked unconscious by the collision, and the car's airbag had also deployed. .
"Don't save her, it's her fault." Xiao Dao pointed at Zhang Miao and said through gritted teeth, "Robbing the steering wheel is like crazy."
But Liu Handong still pulled Zhang Miao out, held him on his shoulders and strode towards the Audi car. Xiao Dao had no choice but to drag his companion forward. When he walked to the front of the car, Liu Handong opened the trunk, stuffed Zhang Miao in, and asked Xiao Dao to put his companion away. In the back seat, Wei Shengwen replaced the driver and drove a few hundred meters forward before braking to a stop.
The road ahead has been blocked. Two trucks are lying on the road, with ditches one meter wide on both sides. Not to mention cars without off-road capabilities, even hard-core off-road vehicles cannot fly over. Xiaoshang Village is a roadblock. Well done, this is the way we used to fight Japanese invaders to deal with intruders.
The militiamen surrounded them again, and they were all covered in camouflage uniforms. They neither approached nor strayed far away, just spending their time.
Liu Handong made a decisive decision: "Get off the car and walk!"
Several people got out of the Audi, Liu Handong asked Xie Junyu to carry Zhang Miao, and the old ghost carried another unconscious man on his back. He held a gun to clear the way, followed with a knife, and walked forward. He wanted to see who dared to block the way.
Several militiamen were eager to try, hiding behind trees and throwing stones. Liu Handong fired a warning shot again, which scared them and ran away.
¡°Call the police.¡± The old ghost suggested.
"It's useless to call the police." Liu Handong said, "Instructions should still be sent to Xiaoshangcun Police Station. Now we can only rely on ourselves."
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." The old ghost said apologetically, "I have been playing hawk all my life, but I didn't expect to be pecked in the eye by Xiaojiaqiao. I finally understand that Xiaoshang Village is different from other places. People have been brainwashed and my experience is of no use here.¡±
Liu Handong said: "We'll talk about it when we get back, something doesn't look right to me."
His feeling was correct, because Shang Yonggui had already come to the front line to command in person. He came over in a red flag car and commanded on a nearby hill. The red flag car was surrounded by hundreds of militiamen, all holding plexiglass riot shields and Rubber sticks, neat formation, just like an elite army.
Shang Yonggui used his binoculars to see Liu Handong and others walking, and couldn't help frowning: "If you can't catch just these people, what are you doing for food?"
Shang Fumin said: "Dad, he has a gun."
Shang Yonggui glared: "What's the matter with guns? Back then, the Japanese even had planes and tanks. They didn't let us Eighth Route Army guerrillas be defeated. The pistol can only have a few rounds of bullets at most. Just use people to fill it up. The sacrifices will be given to As a martyr, the injured village will protect him for the rest of his life!"
The old secretary spoke, and the following naturally understood the spirit. The captains mobilized the militia before the war, saying that those injured during the battle would be treated as work-related injuries, and the village would also pay monthly allowances in addition to wages, so there would be absolutely no worries.
A group of militiamen walked over in a row, with rectangular anti-riot shields in the front row. They were full of murderous intent and had no hesitation. Liu Handong fired two shots into the air but did not stop their pace. He shot at the person cruelly, and the two shots passed , two militiamen were shot in the legs and fell down, and the others became even more excited. After being shot, they would be protected for the rest of their lives. This is a good thing that cannot be found with a lantern.
Liu Handong did not expect this situation. This was the last magazine, and there were three bullets left that must be saved for critical moments. He simply threw the gun to the old ghost, shouted, and rushed towards the militia square alone. He ran faster and faster, and finally ran into the team sideways, knocking a hole in the phalanx.
"This kid is really scared." Shang Yonggui put down the telescope, he had no more suspense. He could not defeat four hands with two fists. No matter how powerful a person was against a hundred-man battle formation, he would only lose.
Everyone was ready to close the stall and go back, but Shang Yumin exclaimed: "Look!"
Everyone looked down and saw Liu Handong grabbing an emergency stick and beating the militia square to pieces like a tiger among wolves. It was completely defeated and no one dared to fight him.
Liu Handong was holding an emergency stick and dancing like a tiger. This stick is made of ASP material and is 1.8 meters long.?It is extremely hard and full of toughness, just like the pewter poles of the past. When he was young, he had practiced Shaolin sticks with his grandfather, and his mastery of stick skills was countless times better than those of these three-legged cat militiamen.
If we could go back in time four hundred years ago, Liu Handong would have faced ancient soldiers who had been fighting for a long time. I am afraid he would not have survived for a minute. Fortunately, the 21st century merchants and village soldiers he faced were a group of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms. They were just farmers, with a large number of people but no advantage at all. They didn't know how to cooperate or use tactics. Only a few of them were brave enough to fight but their abilities couldn't keep up with their ambitions. They were often knocked down by Liu Handong in just one round.
The square formation was beaten into a fan shape by Liu Handong. A circle of people surrounded him. He took a step forward and the militiamen took a step back. He took a step back and the militiamen took a step closer.
Shang Yumin picked up the telescope again, stared at the battlefield silently for a minute, and said: "Very good, a wheel battle, wear him to death."
Another group of fresh troops rushed forward, with riot shields still at the front, and militiamen holding bricks and tiles behind them. The captain gave an order, and gravel was thrown from the sky. Liu Handong was seen waving the emergency stick, turning left and hitting again, secretly. It is airtight, just like an ancient warrior shooting arrows.
"Zhao Zilong will be like this again." Shang Yonggui sighed.
"Dad, do you want to catch someone alive?" Shang Yumin thought that the old man was interested in talents and hurriedly suggested.
Shang Yonggui glared: "Your father is not Cao Cao, so he cannot be retained."
The militiamen took turns to fight, one after another like a tide. Liu Handong fought off one group after another. His clothes were soaked with sweat. He was panting and his mouth was dry. No matter how strong his physical strength was, he could not withstand this kind of fighting. One person faced thousands of people. Even a tough guy can't handle it.
Liu Handong dialed Li Sirui¡¯s number: ¡°Are the missiles ready?¡±
"The drone has already taken off, but the missile needs your pre-authorization, otherwise it cannot be launched." Li Sirui's words made Liu Handong feel cold and he forgot about it.
"Don't worry, I have already sent people over. Five of them are armed. They are still 120 kilometers away from you. Hold on." Li Sirui said.
"No matter how fast we drive, it will take an hour." Liu Handong was frustrated and hung up the phone. He was panting from exhaustion, but he did not dare to sit down for fear of being discovered by the other party that he was exhausted.
The old ghost and others have been standing behind Liu Handong. They have too much time to take care of themselves, let alone help.
The current situation is that every time he takes a step forward, Liu Handong has to exert a lot of physical strength. When he is exhausted, it is when everyone is at a loss. Liu Handong's speed of swinging the stick is getting slower and slower, and the strength is getting weaker and weaker. The small merchants, villagers and soldiers fought more and more bravely, with red flags waving, gongs and drums noisy, and the suona playing making people's eardrums hurt.
"It would be nice if I could drink water." Liu Handong said
Suddenly a stone flew towards him and hit him on the head. When he reached out to touch his hands, his hands were covered with blood. Liu Handong roared and rushed forward again. He smashed the militiamen's shields with sticks and beat them until they lost their armor. They collapsed again, leaving seven or eight shields and helmets on the ground.
The old ghost and others hurriedly stepped forward to pick up their shields and put on their steel helmets. At least they could resist the attack and avoid being hit by stones and their heads would bleed.
Liu Handong has exhausted his last strength, his arms are sore, his lung tubes are burning, and his lips are peeling. If there is another wave of enemies, he may not be able to fight against them.
Shang Yonggui saw through the telescope that Liu Handong was showing signs of fatigue, and ordered: "Give it to me. If you catch him alive, you will be rewarded with a villa, a car, and a village voucher of 100,000 yuan!"
The incentive mechanism of Xiaoshang Village is very sound, but the rewards are only the right to use, not ownership. Even the currency is not RMB, but village vouchers. These material rewards are useless to outsiders, but to the villagers But it is a real benefit. Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. The militiamen don't care about their formation. There are those brave people who are pressing forward step by step, with eyes like vultures on the African grasslands.
"Gun." Liu Handong waved to the old ghost. Before he died, he had to pull a few people on his back. If he wanted to kill himself, he would have to pay the price of several lives.
The militiamen were also jealous. At this time, those who dared to attack were all desperate masters, and they did not flinch in the face of the gun. Anyway, the old secretary had said that a dead person would be considered a martyr, and his wife and children would be taken care of. Hairy.
At the critical moment, the piercing sound of car horns could be heard, and a van came speeding by. The militiamen subconsciously dodged and gave way to a main road.
Liu Handong didn¡¯t know whether he was a friend or an enemy. He raised his gun and stood ready. The van suddenly braked to a stop. Zhang Wei stuck his head out and said, ¡°Get in!¡±
Everyone was overjoyed and hurriedly got on the car. Liu Handong also climbed on the car and gasped: "Is there water?"
Zhang Wei handed over a bottle of mineral water, and LiuHandong drank it all in one gulp and regained his vitality: "Damn, they almost killed me."
Shang Yonggui on the hillside saw a car coming out of the road and hurriedly ordered the road to be closed. The militiamen were well prepared and quickly spread the iron thorns on the road. One side of the three iron thorns was always facing up, and the car would be stabbed if it drove up. fetal.
Zhang Wei stopped the car abruptly, and Liu Handong opened the door and wanted to get out for his life.
"Wait a minute." Zhang Wei said, "There's a guy in my car."
"Machine gun?" Liu Handong asked. At this moment, he wished he had a machine gun in his hand and shot all these young people blocking the road.
"No, you'll know when you see it." Zhang Wei jumped down, entered the carriage with Liu Handong, and locked the car. There was a large wooden box fixed in the carriage. When he opened the lid, he found a metal machine similar to a humanoid inside. With dim light.
¡°Super battery-powered military exoskeletons are still experimental products,¡± Zhang Wei said.
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