The last time, there were only a volley of one hundred soldiers.

However, this time, I felt He Xuan's strangeness.

So, don't call Desman.

All the soldiers have automatically found the angle and are ready to shoot.

While these soldiers were looking for angles and adjusting, He Xuan was still drinking calmly, neither hurry nor slow down.

Desman's face was gloomy: "Shoot!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

How powerful is the volley of five hundred people?

Don't think that the power of a rifle is small.

Many people are easily misled by film and television dramas.

In film and television dramas, there are often scenes like this: the enemy is holding a rifle or even sweeping over with a machine gun. The male protagonist and the supporting actor inside can be safe and sound when hiding behind a wooden table. This is really too much to think about!

A really common rifle shot Ji at close range. If you hide behind the table, the table will be smashed and you will be shot.

At the scene, the consequence of so many rifles fired, was that all the tables and chairs in this store were shot through, just like overturning everything.

but!

What's weird is.

He Xuan was still sitting there calmly.

Countless bullets hit him and were directly bounced back.

Yes, these bullets cannot hit his body.

However, He Xuan still couldn't sit still.

It's very simple. The table was shot directly by this round of strafing. The chair was shot by this round of strafing. The table could not become a table, and the chair could not become a chair, so naturally it could not sit.

He Xuan protected the cup in his hand, and there was half a glass of beer in the cup: "Fortunately the beer was not broken. Wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Xuan's expression froze.

With the repeated rebounds, a bullet fell directly into the beer mug.

"Now, I can't even drink beer. Oh, why bother me like this?" He Xuan sighed.

Desman and the 500 soldiers under his command couldn't help but change their faces. If the first time could be considered a mistake, then the second time would definitely not be a mistake, an illusion? What illusion?

That's right, the person in front of me can't even hit bullets!

In their understanding, rifles are omnipotent!

I've never seen anyone who can't even hit bullets.

What kind of monster is this?

Is this really a human?

He Xuan threw away the wine glass casually: "Anyway, I can't drink it anymore. As a punishment for disturbing my interest in drinking, I will kill you all, it's not an exaggeration."

After saying that, he went straight to Desmann and the five hundred British troops step by step.

Baron Desman was almost frightened. Damn, what kind of monster is this? Seeing He Xuan come step by step, his face was very ugly: "Drip the gun, release the gun, release the gun, don't let him come."

The British army is the most powerful army in the world now!

The British army naturally has the pride of the British army!

The British army believes that they are invincible in the world!

What are France, Germany, and the United States? To be honest, it is really not very good in the eyes of the British army in this era. They didn't see it.

However, no matter how proud the army is, it is directly invulnerable to the opponent and cannot fight.

Some of them can also follow the orders of Baron Desmann, suppress guns and shoot.

However, some people were completely stunned and didn't know what to do now.

About 200 people were shooting.

But, a pity.

Such shooting is useless.

The bullets hit He Xuan and were directly rebounded.

"Those are really not possible." He Xuan frowned, but seeing the clothes he was wearing had already broken many holes by bullets, he was a little dissatisfied: "Oh, why bother with my clothes?"

After saying that, he suddenly stepped on the ground and killed people like the wind. The sword was already unsheathed. Every time the sword passed, several people died. In a moment, more than one hundred people had been killed, and the death data was still expanding.

As for the enemy's counterattack? Is that joking? He Xuan has experienced a large-scale battle of tens of thousands of people. The modern firearms on the opposite side are now attacking with just a few hundred people. This is simply ridiculous. It is simply no difficulty.

When the death toll rose to more than 200, the British soldiers finally collapsed. They fled in all directions.

Due to the unfamiliar terrain, He Xuan could not chase these British soldiers. However, there was a person on the run, but he had to chase him. He Xuan stomped his feet and ran directly forward. After a moment, he had already stopped in front of the British Baron Desman.

"Oh, Lao De, why are you running away?" He Xuan stopped in front of Desman easily, and spoke in a very familiar tone.

Desman's face became quite ugly: "What kind of monster are you?"

"Oh, have you not guessed who I am yet? It seems that you don't care much about the news about China and don't know much about it. People die from ignorance."

Desman has never paid attention to the news about China. He has been making benefits in India. Even if He Xuan has reached this point, he still hasn't heard it. His expression is now very ugly: "Do you have to kill me? Can you not kill me? Can I give you money? I have managed in India and saved a considerable amount of family business. I can exchange money for my life."

"I must have more money than you." He Xuan smiled: "I am not interested in money now, but only interested in taking your life. Your argument that yellow people are inferior, and I feel quite uncomfortable when I hear it."

brush!

A sword stabbed out directly.

Passing through the throat.

Draw the sword.

Desman fell down weakly.

Desman is a serious racist. He believes that whites are the highest, followed by blacks, and finally yellows. But he never expected that he would die at the hands of yellows.

He Xuan whistled softly: "This time, the gift I brought to the British Empire is quite large. I think the British Empire should know that I am here."

"I don't know what the British Empire will react when I hear this news."

"Are you anxious? Are you nervous? Or are you angry?"

“It’s really exciting!”

"However, I'm not full yet. Now I should find another hotel to eat." He Xuan carried the sword on his shoulder and walked towards the distance, looking at the scenery on both sides as he walked.

This is Britain in the nineteenth century.

Among the full film and television works, the medieval style.
Chapter completed!