The Empress’s Gigolo

() "Bring my big gun." Ren Baqian greeted him, and someone immediately brought the two-meter-and-a-half anti-aircraft machine gun to him and grabbed him.

"Bring me the bullet box, too." Ren Baqian greeted again, then walked towards the gate of Zhaizi, and Shi Hu quickly followed him.

"Wake that asleep." Ren Baqian did not look back.

At the critical moment, Lin Qiaole was more reliable.

It's not that they are not reliable, but their strength is slightly lower.

Lin Qiaole is a bodyguard that the emperor is looking for herself. The emperor should know her strength very well.

At the gate of Zhaizi, the gate of Zhaizi was being pulled up. It was a bit chaotic here. Some people blocked the gate and some people went to find weapons.

"Who's here? How many?" Shi Hu asked, catching one.

"It's the Da Xia Army, at least a few thousand people." The arrested man said anxiously.

Ren Baqian went up to the corner tower in Zhaizi and looked out. I saw that the queue in the distance was moving forward like a long dragon. There was at least a few miles away from Zhaizi in the front section, and a lot of dust was raised in the rear like a yellow dragon.

"Can you see how many?" Ren Baqian first asked Shi Hu, and then turned back to the humane: "Bring all the ammunition boxes and my bag."

Two boxes were then opened to link the bullet chains together.

"Looking at the rising dust, there are at least three or four thousand people." Shi Hu said silently in his heart for a long time.

Ren Baqian nodded, and then waited there.

There are more than three hundred people in the village, and nearly two hundred are young and strong. In fact, the ancients can be regarded as young and strong at the age of fifty, and their combat effectiveness is not bad.

And these people are more reluctant to block the Daxia Army below 1,000, let alone thousands of enemy forces. After all, even if these people are not low in strength, the civilians are against the elite Xia Jun, and they lack swords. Even if they have the strength of a human round, they are just a group of villagers with a lot of power.

"Master, can't withdraw? Even the people in the stockade can't catch up with us as long as the other party does not have a cavalry." Shi Hu whispered.

"Which withdrawal? Good luck, eat chicken soon." Ren Baqian glanced at him obliquely. Today Lao Tzu's big gun is finally about to open. At this time you tell me to withdraw?

After thinking about Ren Baqian, he said: "Let the old and weak in Zhaizi first withdraw, take nothing, and take people away. If we can't stand it, let's withdraw again."

Kung Fu talking, Ren Qian's backpack and 20 bomb chains were sent to the upper floor, and other wooden boxes were piled underneath.

Ren Baqian took out a telescope out of his bag and immediately saw a lot of it through the telescope. He could even see the face of the person in front.

A row of four people were holding long lances in this direction, and they couldn't see how long they were.

However, Ren Baqian saw the shadow of horses in it, but fortunately there were not many.

"Let the old and weak retreat, staying here in case you really want to run, you will be in trouble." Ren Baqian urged Shi Hu.

Shi Hu glanced at Ren Qian's eight guns there. Although he saw the power of this thing that day, he couldn't stop Xia Jun, but he didn't know.

There are too many people on the other side.

After a while, if things are not good, let the girl take Ren Ren first, how can you wait for someone to stop for a while.

Thinking of this, he went to make arrangements. It didn't take long for the old and weak in Zhaizi to go out from behind Zhaizi, accompanied by dozens of young men, and went straight to Xiaojiang City, which was half a day away.

The front of the Da Xia Army also reached a mile outside Zhaizi and stopped, waiting for the people behind to arrive.

"Do you really want to stop them here?" Lin Qiaole finally woke up at this time, leaning against the wall of the corner tower.

"I don't want to retreat!" Ren Baqin grinned, exposing his white teeth.

Lin Qiaole looked at him suspiciously, when was he so angry?

"How's it? Not angry?" Ren Baqian smiled, but he was handsome for three seconds.

"Hard-hearted! Don't call for help for a while!" Lin Qiaole threw a big white rabbit into his mouth and carefully counted the big white rabbit in the sachet.

Every time she eats a piece, she has to count it again, which may have something to do with her math teacher's death, for fear of losing the sugar.

"Leave two people to help me load the bullets for a while, the others will keep their respective positions, one guards three young." Ren Baqin turned and shouted.

At this time, three assembled bullet chains were placed on the ground, each of which was connected by five ordinary bullet chains and 300 rounds. At the same time, three hundred bullets were pressed on the gun.

The Da Xia Army outside did not wait for everyone to arrive. When it reached 1,000 people in the first place, it formed a military formation and pressed towards the village.

Although the footsteps of a thousand people are not neat, they also make Ren Baqian in the corner floor feel a slight tremor on the ground.

"Put them closer, get closer, and the province ran away for a while!" Ren Baqian aimed his sight at the scope and aimed his muzzle in front of the military array, muttering in his mouth.

To be honest, there is no tension at all and that is false.

In front of it was a military formation of a thousand people.

Even if Ren Baqian had a gun in his hand, his heart was still a little tight.

Not only was he nervous, the others were nervous. Needless to say those who are young and strong, even if they are tough, they can face thousands of elite Daxia army. In this case, staying here is almost a dead end.

It was already great courage for them to stay here at this time.

Among them are not only home resentment, but also the thought of stopping Xia Jun from letting the old and weak leave first. If they ca n’t stop, then leave. This is what most people think.

Each face was tense, staring closely at Xia Jun in the distance, and clenched weapons like sticks in his hands.

"Tiger, don't be softened for a while." Someone said to the young people around him.

"Look at me, smash their brains in a while." The young man said with a thick stick. Before long, he asked again, "Can we stop?"

"What stop? Thousands of people! Try your best to wait for them to go far, and we will withdraw when we can't stop it." Said the brave man.

As for the other escorts, they are ready to fight for a while and let Ren Baqian run. However, I still have a little expectation in my heart, expecting that the weapon of Ren Baqian can really stop the Daxia army from the village.

Seeing the opponent's spear such as Lin obliquely pointing forward, he approached the Zhaizi 200 meters step by step.

"Oh!" A series of four or five arrows shot into Daxia's army.

There has been no communication between the two sides from now on. Neither the elite soldiers in Daxia nor the young and ancient people in the village are silent.

From the perspective of both parties, the other party is not only an enemy country, but also a foreign race, and some of you can only survive.

The arrows of several Daxia soldiers fell silently on the ground, and the military formation only stepped on them from the ground with only a few disturbances.

This silence and dense footsteps made Ren Baqian's heart even more depressed.

However, a smile appeared on his face, just like the smile when he had Xiong Yu hanged the guard of the family when he was the prince, it was kind, but he covered up everything inside, making people unable to detect his heart Thinking of something.

"DaDa Da ...!" Ren Baqian held down the trigger ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The muzzle suddenly spit out a half-meter-long flame.

At this time, Xia Jun's army formation was finally no longer silent, and a burst of blood was set off at the moment when the tongue of fire erupted. The stumps of the limbs were broken and fluttered everywhere. Many people fell down without a sigh, but there were many more. The person broke his arm or fell to the ground and screamed.

The 12.7 mm bullet hits a person and can almost interrupt the person's waist. If he hits other places, he will fly with a broken limb.

And at any eight thousand angle, the first shot hit the chest of the person in front, the bullet would make a big hole in the chest, and even break the legs of the person behind.

He clearly saw Da Xia's soldiers flew flesh and blood from the sights, falling down in rows and rows with screams like cutting wheat.

Fragments of internal organs sprayed out from the wound, and spilled everywhere.

Most people don't know what happened before they find themselves missing a piece of body.

The scene like Shura's **** made the ancient civilians and guards in Zhaizi all stunned.