The beacon smoke in the desert, the sunset over the long river!

Half of the setting sun has been covered by the top of Taiping Mountain, and the sky in the west is set off by the setting sun, like fire and blood!

The west wind was strong, and the sand and gravel blown up hurt their faces, but this group of cavalry felt nothing, as if their faces were numb from the blow and they had nothing to do with them!

The bowl-sized horse's hooves hit the gravel road hard, spattering out subtle sparks from time to time. The tall war horse was exhausted, and streams of white mist were sprayed from its nostrils, but the knight on the horse did not have any sympathy.

The horse whip made of cowhide was still whipped on the horse's buttocks.

The person at the front is bald and has a huge earring hanging on his right ear. I don't know if he is showing off or if he is really not afraid of the cold. He opens his lambskin jacket directly, revealing the ferocious wolf head tattoo on his chest, which looks like a bell.

He glanced to the left, and then shouted loudly: "Third brother, work harder, we will reach Lone Wolf Valley tonight no matter what!"

The three horses were riding side by side, and the tall and thin man with a green-white face in the middle did not say anything. He just glanced to the left, and saw the scarred face on the far left who was also open-minded. He snorted and said calmly: "Don't worry.

, Second brother, we’ll be there in fifty miles, so we can’t miss the important event.”

While speaking, a pair of triangular eyes turned to the right. The tall and thin man with a horse face felt his heart was in confusion. There was an extra layer of sweat on his forehead unknowingly. His lips curled up, and he turned around to look.

Lu, Li ignored this bastard who only knew how to kill.

At the end of the team, two riders were lagging far behind. A half-century-old man with gray hair between his legs panted heavily and said to the young man next to him: "Hu boy, hold on a little longer, we're almost there."

The young man named Huwa was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a round face and a big head, and a pair of big bright eyes under thick eyebrows. He stared at the unconventional and unique pigtails on the back of the head of the third child in front of him, and said in a hateful voice: "Humph, hurry up

Going to die..."

"Don't tell me, Hu boy, if the third master hears it, you will be whipped again. Is it gentle enough for him to hit you in the previous battle?"

Upon hearing this, Huwa's body suddenly trembled on the horse, and he felt that the crisscrossing whip marks on his back seemed to be moving, and a wave of hot blood suddenly rushed to the door: "Huh, one day, I want him to die."

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The half-white old man sighed slightly, shook the reins slightly, and made the horse slow down again: "My child, it would be good to survive in these troubled times. There are warlords and horse bandits everywhere. You can just kill him and you can run away.

Where to go?”

"I don't care, I just want to kill him. He is not a human, he is an animal! If one day I kill someone, Uncle Hua, don't stop me."

The half-white old man shook his head and did not reply. Instead, he tightened the reins and continued on the road with the half-grown boy. There was a jingling sound from a horse being held by the half-grown boy beside him.

The saddlebags seemed to contain various iron parts.

Yes, it was filled with gun repair tools. This tiger boy, named Zhao Hu, was originally a beggar. He was taken in by Wang Laogen, a traveling gun repairman, and adopted him as his adopted son. From then on, the beggar followed him.

Laogen helped people repair guns along the way and made a living.

Speaking of which, in the Northwest, no matter whether they are horse bandits, government troops or landlords, every family is very polite to the gunsmith. Wherever the two of them go, they are supplied with good wine and meat. One of the reasons is that guns

, is the guy who saves his life, but the big guys don’t know anything about mechanics. As long as the gun has a slight malfunction, it can only be left to the gunsmith. For twenty shots worth more than a hundred dollars, as long as you have at least two guangyang, so the gunsmith can

, you can have a good time wherever you go!

It’s just that Mr. Guan also knows how to travel to Maicheng. When the two of them wandered here, Lao Gen was a little drunk by the horse bandits. When he was repairing the gun, his hand slipped. As a result, the attack was unlucky. The shell gun misfired and the boss’s only son was blinded.

He lost his eyes and died before he could even take him back to his home.

When the leader of the horse bandits, Northwest Feng and his second and third sons, found Lao Gen, without saying a word, he drew his gun and started shooting. I don't know if it was fate, but his gun also jammed, and a long barrel of Lao Gen's gun was nailed to his head.

superior.

Northwest Feng's die-hard Lao San killed Lao Gen with one shot. When he tried to kill Xiaohu again, he was stopped by Lao Er, saying that if they were all killed, no one would repair the gun anymore. So, Xiaohu was freed from the gangster's den.

Qiang survived, but if it weren't for the orders of the second brother and Hua's daily care, Xiaohu would have died long ago.

When the boss died and the second boss was named Wu Feng, the scar-faced third boss Cui Mingwei, known as the life-destroying ghost, was very dissatisfied and wanted to raise his head, but it was a pity that this guy was not strong.

Brainlessly, his soldiers were subdued one by one by the second brother, and now they are almost becoming polished commanders.

As for the fourth child, Ruan Jianxiong, who also serves as a flirt, he tries to please both sides without losing anything. He even relies on his own half-bag of ink to avoid being noticed by anyone. With his great ambition, he will not be able to be recruited in the future.

As expected from high officials, how can these sparrows understand the ambition of an eagle?

As night fell, a group of more than 20 people rested in a semi-open cave, preparing for the money-saving exercise at dawn. The bonfire was lit, and the lamb legs and pancakes were burning fragrantly. Of course, Zhao Hu could not eat these high-end foods.

, he could only eat the hard, tooth-shattering flour pancakes with the gangsters.

The horse bandits have a clear hierarchy. The bandit leaders eat well and go to bed, while others stand guard. Before going to bed, several leaders unloaded the bullets in their guns and handed them to Zhao Hu for careful maintenance. As for the life-destroying ghost, he said with a ferocious smile: "Puppy

, clean your gun well, if a bullet gets stuck in the field, I will kill you little brat when you come back!"

Zhao Hu said nothing, picked up the gun and took it apart one by one. Resistance should not be expressed verbally. This was the experience he had accumulated in the past five years. At the beginning, due to his stubbornness and lack of professional skills, he was very frustrated.

He was severely beaten by the life-destroying ghost. Later, with repeated beatings, Leng turned a half-hearted gunsmith into a gunsmith who was proficient in various fields. It can be said that as long as the firearms have passed through the hands of Zhao Hu,

He can tell you a thing, two or three, and if he has the materials, he can imitate a decent ten-shot shell gun.

There are a total of sixteen short guns in the horse bandit team. Xiang Mifeng and Destroyer both use double guns, originally imported from Germany. The two of them also rubbed off the front sight, saying that they were too embarrassed to wear their belts, but they

Zhao Hu knew his marksmanship very well. He always drew his gun and shot without having to aim at all, and both of them were extremely accurate in their marksmanship.

As for the shooting skills of the fourth soft-tongued guy, he was very poor. This guy thought that the big gun was not good-looking, so he bought a fancy-mouthed gun at a high price. As soon as the gun entered Zhao Hu's hand, he couldn't bear to let go. Why did this guy

You can't even hold the gun steady, but you still use such a good little gun?

Of course, this benefit of cleaning the gun every night is only available to the big and small bosses who use short guns. As for other gangsters who use old sleeves, they usually don't pay attention to maintenance. Zhao Hu doesn't have the time to care about it. He can hit two out of ten shots.

, these people are the uncles.

There are many guns, and they are also miscellaneous. Some are made in Germany, some are made in Daku, and some are made in Jin. There are even two big red nines, so the bullets are also varied, including 763, 9mm, and big-eye box 11.43mm.

Now, Zhao Hu has become proficient in his skills. It only took him two hours to clean the sixteen guns, and he still had time to take them out for a test firing. Before they were released, it would take most of the night to clean the ten guns.

The two gangsters took Zhao Hu out with four German-made pistols, and then gave him four rounds of 7.63 mm bullets for him to test the guns. This was also the method that the other two leaders reluctantly came up with after the boss died. Every night

, all have to adjust their guns well, lest they make mistakes before the battle and lose their lives.

After getting four rounds of original ammunition, Zhao Hu picked up a pistol, pulled the bolt, stretched his right hand into his left sleeve, and took out a reloaded round. It was dark anyway, so these two guys were just listening to the sound, so do more

One is one.

"Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba" the four guns were all tested, and there was no one bad. Only then did the two guys put the guns away with confidence. Zhao Hu touched the sleeves of his jacket and got four more good bullets.

He raised his head slightly, but he was cursing in his heart: You idiot, if you don't wipe it after hitting it at night, sooner or later this gun will be useless!

So far, he has collected thirty rounds of bullets. Sometimes he takes the ammunition out of the stinky box, and sometimes those guys who don't understand just pull out the magazine and forget about the bullets in the chamber, so they keep them all. Anyway, these big guns

A rough guy, he usually just eats wine and meat, and has no regard for his own bullets.

The next day, early in the morning, more than 20 people had occupied the favorable terrain on both sides of the ditch mouth. From a distance, they saw a puff of smoke approaching from far away, and all the horse bandits were ready to go.

Of course, Zhao Hu and Uncle Hua, who was in charge of the grain station, were not qualified to go to the battlefield. There were also two horse watchers following them to keep the logistics supplies, which was some distance away from the mouth of the valley.

Gradually, the sound of horse hooves came closer, and northwest wind raised his gun and shouted: "Side by shoulder!"
Chapter completed!