It’s not that Zhang Yiping is cruel, but because of the need for secrecy. He likes to take risks in the battlefield. This habit can’t let others know that even if Lauriau is loyal, he will still be French. If this secret gets out, people will play a trick on him and set him up, and he will be in danger.
Zhang Yiping finished ten rounds of ammunition in the magazine, so he loaded the ammunition and instantly rolled a meat ball from the stairs of the main door and quickly stood up in front of Zhang Yiping.
This man has a short beard and a short face, and his brown eyes are as sharp as two nails. Two fierce eyes are coming. "Hey, you are from China!"
He is not very proficient in English, but he is not like an Indian, but he is a bit like a Chinese Gurkha.
Zhang Yiping had finished playing and saw the Gurkha carrying a Gurkha machete in his hand, and the Gurkha also waved to Zhang Yiping in a duel gesture, which obviously meant a duel with Zhang Yiping.
But Zhang Yiping is a gunman and a killer. There are still many British people waiting for him in this room to solve it. He has no leisure to duel with this little man.
Zhang Yiping quickly stepped back and shook his figure. He was pulling the trigger to give the Gurkha a shot at close range, but at this moment, a bullet flew across the river with a slight noise, like a breeze blowing, flying over the courtyard full of bloody smell with a fresh breath of streams, and accurately drilling into the Gurkha’s head, let his head burst out with a bit of blood and brains sputtering to Zhang Yiping’s eyes. The Gurkha fell to the ground.
Zhang Yiping gave twelve sisters on the other side a thumbs up and praised her for playing well.
From the point of view of middle gun, Fang Shier’s marksmanship has made progress. From more than 100 meters across the river, she can get a fatal shot in the head, which has reached the level of an intermediate gunner, but it is not enough to advance to a senior gunner. At least she has to hit the temple.
"It’s from China!" Near the glass window, an English officer exclaimed and his face was frightened.
The * * people in the British expeditionary army have become nightmares that they can’t swing away.
There seems to be an China man outside through the window glass, but he killed a large number of British guards, and blood was scattered all over the floor. This is all British blood.
So many British soldiers can stop China from killing them like killing a chicken, which makes them resist. Although China is a rifle, it is not a knife, but the feeling of helping is the same, just like forcing a chicken to face a sharp knife in front of him.
Zhang Yiping shot the gun at random, and a bullet has burst out of the chamber. The bullet seems to have been injected with vitality by Zhang Yiping. The incredible angle broke through the glass window and drilled into the officer’s eyebrows.
A stream of blood and brains combined with objects splashed on the front window glass to form a beautiful flower, red like petals, white like stamens, extremely beautiful,
Zhang Yiping likes the feeling that flying out of the gun from the chamber to the firing seems to give them strength, not ammunition, but his Zhang Yiping mind.
These bombs fly because of him, where he wants them to fly, and achieve the desired results in his heart.
Zhang Yiping kicked the gate and there were three guns aimed at him.
However, Zhang Yiping’s speed is fast. A gun king has an intuition and feeling about guns that ordinary people can’t feel, and there is also a word "fast" that ordinary people can’t do.
As soon as the door panel flies, the Zhang Yiping gun has already sounded, and it is almost ringing together.
The bullets flew out of the gun barrel as Zhang Yiping wanted, and they were as fast as Zhang Yiping wanted.
The three Englishmen pointed their guns at the door, and before they pulled the trigger, Zhang Yiping had already sent the bullet into their eyebrows.
Zhang Yiping once again bloomed three beautiful blood flowers in front of his eyes. Behind the three beautiful blood flowers were three pairs of eyes with incredible eyes and three black holes in them.
A gray-haired British officer quickly reached out to his waist for a pistol. Zhang Yiping’s right foot hooked a stool and flew to hit the gray-haired old officer. The old man’s face was covered with blood, and his pistol slipped off.
A stream of blood flowed from the old man’s trouser leg for less than half a second, and the blood spread around his feet like incontinence and urination. The old man was already in a pool of his own blood.
The stool broke with one foot, which just punctured the old man’s neck artery. A large amount of blood was sprayed out and blocked by the collar, and then flowed down the body to his feet.
The old man’s eyes were wide open and he was extremely unwilling to pour blood. His body hit the floor and made a dull sound.
There are a few staff officers left, and they suddenly flee everywhere as if they saw a ghost.
It’s like a group of cats and mice. When they saw it, they were a little stunned and suddenly fled in all directions for ten minutes and one second.
The bottom bunk of the house is the floor, and the sound of escape serenade is played on the solid floor. Their scherzos and Zhang Yiping’s guns are constantly ringing and blood is splashing to form a big ensemble.
Zhang Yiping lightened all the bullets in the rifle magazine in one breath, and a series of blood flowed in front of his eyes. Although it was shorter than a flash in the pan, it was one hundred times more gorgeous than a flash in the pan.
There was an Englishman left who was desperately running to the door. Zhang Yiping saw a sharp axe on the wall at his fingertips.
Zhang Yiping took a sharp axe and threw it at the Englishman’s back.
The axe drew an arc of death and flew down behind the British officer. The axe plunged into the back muscle and cut off the bone, which made a penetrating sound and became the last note of the concerto.
During the whole slaughter, the British didn’t utter a scream, even the old man who was killed by a stool and the last officer who was hacked to death by a sharp axe didn’t utter a half scream.
It’s not that the British are tough enough, but that Zhang Yiping is fast, accurate and tough enough! The British didn’t scream.
This is a bloody massacre, but it is also the result of war!
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Chapter 19 Flame
"If you feel cruel, if you can’t bear it, think about the Opium War, think about China poisoning a whole generation of opium in China, think about Yuanyuan, think about Geng reparations …" This sentence often hangs in Zhang Yiping’s mouth to warn those well-meaning but excellent marksmanship gunmen who can kill an Englishman in China with one shot.
When Zhang Yiping rushed into a nearby room and shot several young newspaper reporters inside, this sentence naturally rang in Zhang Yiping’s ear. This sentence warned him that it was normal and justified to show how to kill.
This is a battlefield, and all the killings are regular soldiers. In the battlefield, there is no one to blame but killing people.
These reporters all turned their backs on him and were killed. They entered from behind their heads and protruded from their foreheads, and died without screaming.
From the outline of their bodies, we can see that these are beautiful young female soldiers. Although they can’t see their faces, a wisp of blood mixed with yellow and white brains slowly flows out of their long white necks.
There is a bloody smell in the whole room.
Suddenly the bell rang, and the room was full of enchanting bodies, which was extremely secretive.
Zhang Yiping’s eyes circulated in the sound room looking for the source of the bell and locked the body of a young female soldier.
Zhang Yiping reached out and Lamian Noodles, a corpse, had clean clothes behind it. She was shot in the back of the head and didn’t bleed a lot. She died cleanly.
The black face of the dead servant’s walkie-talkie was sprinkled with bright red blood flowers. When she died, she let that flower float and sprayed it evenly on the face of the walkie-talkie to form another dozen small flowers.
Zhang Yiping force a pull "bang" a body, along with the stool she was sitting on, fell to the ground and a horrible hole appeared on her back to the sky.
When the bullet entered from the back of the head, it was a small hole, but when it went out from the forehead, it created a fist-like hole, which destroyed half of her beautiful face.
The microphone is also very clean. Zhang Yiping picked it up, and there was a quick and rapid sound in it. Listen carefully to Zhang Yiping Genfa and say what it is.
But here and now, Zhang Yiping didn’t want to know what the other party said, so he shouted in a harsh voice, "Stand back and don’t resist …"
China’s Manchu government has been able to rule without resistance for nearly a hundred years. I wonder if the British will lay down their weapons and escape like China’s current army after hearing this order?
There was a slight footstep outside the door, but it couldn’t escape Zhang Yiping’s ears. He was absorbed. This is his battlefield and the place he controls.
Zhang Yiping flashed out and saw several British women in luxurious clothes creeping up the stairs at the corner of the stairs. A frightened young woman glanced back and saw Zhang Yiping screaming and rolling to the room on the stairs.
Zhang Yiping followed the footsteps and chased him.
This is a cellar. No matter what time it is, the cellar is a "holy place" to hide. People will run there involuntarily when they are in danger.
Of course, a small window was built in the cellar, and a beam of strong light and astigmatism shone into the room, making the room faintly visible. The spiral staircase and archway were full of moss and stagnant water, and a dozen British women and children kept ticking down from time to time, leaning against each other and shooting frightened eyes at Zhang Yiping.
Zhang Yiping’s face is not ferocious, his handsome face is angular, and his eyes are bright, soft and not sharp