Wang Hong had just killed these people, and saw more than ten people rushing out of the entrance of the village. These people had excellent weapons, and they were full of rifles and short guns. Wang Hong didn't even think about it, and quickly changed the magazine. While these people were still staring at the dead bodies on the ground, they started shooting.

The mob before was a minion of these people. They were led by a man and came out to block the road, but they themselves hid in the village to enjoy it.

When they heard the gunshots of the big belly box, they thought they were the ones firing. They were afraid of any accidents, so they ran out to take a look, but when they showed up, they met Wang Hong's bullet.

Soon, these people collapsed at the entrance of the village.

The distance was a bit far away. Even though he knew that many bandits fell to the ground by hearing the gunshots, Wang Hong had no choice but to empty the magazine and wait for a while. Seeing that no one moved, he got on the carriage.

He had a good eye for driving the car. He immediately sat in the car, quickly threw the whip, and left the small village.

The road ahead was much quieter.

Wang Hong comforted Zhao Jingzhi, who was uncomfortable, and saw that there was no one in front and behind, so he began to press bullets into the empty magazine.

The person who drove the carriage said in a low voice: The bandits just now knew that they should be the largest bandits in the north of Qingdao. If you walk forward, there will be no more bandits of bandits at least 50 miles away.

But when there were no bandits and when they were about to enter a big town, there were people from militia who set up Luka.

These people were holding red grilles, probably from the Red Gang Association. The Red Gang Association was spontaneous in the early days, and they couldn't afford to buy rifles, so they took the Red Sakura gun. Later, the bandits were in trouble and began to build militia groups in various places, which was to prevent bandits. The people paid for money, made weapons, and bought firearms, and became local armed forces.

Later, some militias were controlled by the gentry and powerful people, and some even changed their nature and did not distinguish between the people and the bandits.

A good red gun club can really fight to the death to fight the bandits and keep the safety of the whole country. However, the red gun club controlled by bad gentry and bullies not only charges tolls, but also directly robs passers-by.

When Wang Hong encountered these, he was the one who forced to charge travel expenses between the two.

The means of forced harvesting are very bad.

A few people from the Red Gun Society didn't care about Wang Hong's military uniforms. A few red cherry guns were one foot away from Wang Hong and were placed there. The remaining two had to carry the luggage in the carriage.

They said, "It's safe for all the people, so they have to charge tolls, but they have to open the suitcase and go through it by themselves."

Wang Hong was in a state of good mood. He still had to fetch the toll from his luggage?

It's almost the same if it's not a bandit.

Without saying a word, he sat in the car, but with his waist, his sitting body bounced back two feet, and the big belly box in his hand that had been prepared long ago was crossed to his chest.

A few people who held the Red Sakura Guns and saw that the soldiers suddenly had a large box on their hands, they were so scared that they turned around and ran away, and some even threw down the Red Sakura Guns in their hands.

The two who were about to flip their luggage were also scared and retreated far away, but they were still shouting: We only charge tolls.

Is it like this toll charged?

This made Wang Hong angry and wanted to shoot these people to death.

But I also know that these people holding the Red Cherry Sword Gun are at least organized by locals, not bandits.

He held back his anger and said, "I just went home to visit my relatives. I don't want to cause trouble or be afraid of trouble. You'd better get out of the way."

Several people looked at each other with red cherry guns with bitter faces. One of them stood up gritted their teeth and said tremblingly: "The explanation I gave to us by the first one cannot be completed. We have no food to eat when we go back, and we have to beat it up and lock it up. You can leave us luggage in large quantities."

This made Wang Hong pick up the gun directly.

Seeing these people honestly doing evil things, Wang Hong was not going to save these lives.

But at this time, a few people ran out of the town.

Seeing that those people were not taking weapons, Wang Hong forced himself to stop the trigger and wanted to wait for these people to come to see what they were going to do.

The one who came was a manager of the militia. He saw a carriage blocking in the town, and happily took two people, ready to pick some good things from them first.

When he ran closer, he found that Wang Hong was wearing a military uniform and holding a quick gun in his hand. His extremely angry face looked extremely ugly and he would open fire at any time. He was so scared that he stopped.

Wang Hong signaled him with a gun. The manager thought that he could not run away from the bullet, so he had to slowly walk over.

While walking, he was watching the situation and preparing to say something.

When he saw that Zhao Jingzhi was not like ordinary rural women, he no longer hesitated. With Wang Hong's appearance and Zhao Jingzhi's appearance, he must be a person from a big place. He should have passed by here. As long as the gun didn't sound, he would have to let these two people go.

As soon as he approached, he asked these Red Gun Club people who were standing a little more than ten steps away to move Luca away, and kept saying misunderstandings.

Seeing this person being tactful, Wang Hong hesitated for a long time and resisted the idea of ​​shooting. He was afraid that if he killed these people, he would come out of the town and the trouble would be really big.

No matter what, Wang Hong did not put down the gun in his hand, and he aimed at a few people and asked the chauffeur to continue walking.

The in charge saw that Wang Hong was always aiming at them with a gun, so he could only keep bowing and sending Wang Hong away in the carriage.

It was not until the carriage was lost that it came to its senses and kicked the few eyes to death.

When the carriage passed the town, we soon arrived at Jixian County.

The carriage had to send them here. The chauffeur found a big carriage dealer, invited the two of them, took their luggage down, and ran back quickly.

It was already dinner time at this time. Wang Hong saw that there was no carriage in the carriage and was willing to walk at night. He had no choice but to support Zhao Jingzhi, who was feeling uncomfortable, and went to find a place to live.

In this small county town, there was only one larger inn. The two of them asked for a single room. Only then did they realize that it was a big shop, but no one checked in.

Wang Hong felt that the store was not very appropriate, so he told Zhao Jingzhi that he should be careful in everything. The two took out the food they bought in Qingdao, drank the water from the hot pot, and gave it a meal.

Then Wang Hong asked Zhao Jingzhi to put on his clothes and rest first, checked his weapons, and lay on the kang with his clothes and closed his eyes to rest, but did not dare to fall asleep.

At night, there were almost inaudible footsteps outside, and they went directly to the door of this single room.

Then, somehow, the door opened silently and a ball of incense was placed beside the door.

The faint red dot of the fragrant head scared Wang Hong into a cold sweat. If he fell asleep, he would have been made into a human meat bun. Since it was a black shop, Wang Hong was not polite. Before the door was closed, he pushed Zhao Jingzhi with his left hand, and the big belly box on his right hand rang.

In the quiet night, the gunshots were so terrifying that the person who was incense at the door yelled, got shot in the leg and fell to the door.

Wang Hong jumped to the door, lit the incense head and pushed the door open.

The owner of the inn was waiting outside. He was stunned when he heard the gunshots and wanted to run away, but he thought that the two people were outside. He then calmed down and shouted: "There are bandits, people are coming!" Wang Hong shot a little at the place where he shouted, and blocked the store in a room.

But when the gunshots were heard on the street outside, the gong rang out.

First, there were night patrols in the streets, then nearby militias, and then farther away. After a while, the inn was surrounded by a large group of militias. These people were holding various weapons, including red cherry guns, big swords and other cold weapons, as well as rifles and short guns. More of them were made of local muskets. They were shooting torches and surrounded the inn.

When Zhao Jingzhi saw that there were many people, she asked Wang Hong: "Wake out, or be reasonable?"

Wang Hong didn't know if these people could reason.

He tried: "Listen outside, I'm passing by. This is a black shop. The guy who lights the incense has been knocked down. There is also the incense on him. Don't shoot, send someone in to see it."

But after he shouted a few words, the shop owner immediately shouted in the room: "I have been an old shop for decades, and it is this soldier who is trying to kill money."

Well, Wang Hong said nothing, and sent a magazine bullet to the location where the shop owner was. Anyway, Lao Zheng stuffed him thousands of bullets, plus the original bullets, and the bullet tube was enough. As long as there were no grenades and machine guns, the people outside could not withstand so many bullets.

The surrounding militia immediately dispersed.

The shop owner was scared to say anything. If he had such a quick gun, he would dare to sweep like this and only dozens of bullets would be the ordinary people. He would be pecked by the geese all day long. It would be too late to say misunderstandings.

The militia members discussed and sent a few people in to take care of the shop owner first. Two people walked towards Wang Hong's single room and shouted to him: "Don't shoot inside, we are from the militia, we will come in now."

The two people who came in took torches and saw that the innkeeper who was shot on his legs was still humming on the ground, and they realized that.

------
Chapter completed!