Chapter 3 Storm (Five)

In just half a minute, the four bandits were killed and one injured, and all fell into a pool of blood. Zhao Tianlong instigated a mount to swept past the corpse and rushed straight to the backs of the other three bandits. The three bandits who chased the woman heard something strange behind her and couldn't help looking back and found that their brothers had all settled the accounts. The unique ferocity in the Russian bloodline was immediately aroused. He howled, gave up the three women in front of him, and turned around and rushed towards Zhao Tianlong.

How could Zhang Songling let the three of them turn the gun and pull the trigger as soon as possible, "Ping." The 38 gun bullets flew nearly two hundred meters away, sweeping out a deep ditch on the grass.

"Damn it." He pulled the bolt without any discouragement, raised his gun and aimed at it again. The target in the high-speed running gradually became stable and gradually got caught in the sight. "Ting-Team." Another bullet flew, hitting the war horse's forehead.

"Boom." The ocean horse rushed forward at high speed flew up like a shell, and threw the saddle on its back and the rider away.

"Ping Ping Pong..." "Ping Ping Pong..." Zhao Tianlong also fired the box cannon left and right, shooting two strings of dots, knocking the chests of the remaining two bandits into a hornet's nest.

"I'll catch the horses, and you will leave them with the people on the ground. Don't give them a chance to pull out their guns." Turning his head and shouted at Zhang Songling, Zhao Tianlong went straight to the ownerless war horses. The frightened animals were famous horses brought by the Belarusians from their hometown. After crossing with Mongolian horses, they inherited the dual advantages of patriarchy and maternal lines. Not only was they both had a size, appearance and sprinting speed, their endurance and disease resistance, they were far beyond the rest of the Western horse breeds, (Note 1)

Zhang Songling didn't understand the horse, but believed his companions without reservation. He agreed at the top of his throat and immediately picked up his rifle to examine the corpses of the bandits on the ground. Among the four bandits, three of them were smashed with a box cannon by Zhao Tianlong and they were already dead and could not die anymore. The little bandit leader who fell from the war horse unfortunately broke his neck and had no possibility of "scam". When Zhang Songling walked towards the place where the other three bandits were dismissed, a "corpse" moved slightly, then raised a broken face and shouted in a very low voice: "Go away, spare my life, I am not, not an old man, I, I am forced into the gang. I have my wife and children in my family, need, need..."

"What did you say?" Hearing the other party speaking in Chinese, Zhang Songling hesitated for a moment, and his fingers on the trigger were slightly loosened. "Are you seriously injured? Can you get up by yourself?"

"No, no, no, don't kill me, don't..." The surviving bandit moaned, panted, and supported his upper body little by little. His bloody face was covered with painful sweat and tears of regret.

After all, the other party was also Chinese. Zhang Songling couldn't bear to see his compatriots struggling in a pool of blood. He handed the rifle to his left hand and stretched out another arm to try to pull him up. Before his palm could reach the man's armpit, the other party suddenly staggered forward and crashed into his arms. The short dagger in his hand shone coldly.

"Damn it." Zhang Songling secretly scolded himself for being confused, threw down his rifle, reached out to grab the other party's wrist, and the cunning bandit would not give up the only chance to catch the hostage and escape. He turned his right wrist and the short dagger went around Zhang Songling's block and stabbed him in the neck artery again. Zhang Songling took a step back and raised his leg to kick the person's crotch. The other party moved aside, and the short dagger stabbed Zhang Songling's throat for the third time, which was close to him.

"Damn it." Zhang Songling had to retreat quickly and avoid the attack range of the dagger. The fierce bandits chased him reluctantly, and the knife stabbed the young man's vital points. Zhang Songling jumped back several steps with his legs and feet, pulled a distance of half a meter, and stretched his right hand towards his waist, pulling out the box cannon full of bullets.

"Give me your life." The bandit froze in front of the road, and the dagger in his hand fell weakly, "Give me your life, my family..."

"Ping." A crisp sound broke the shameless man's begging for mercy, but it was not Zhang Songling who shot. He raised his head in shock and saw three colorful figures galloping towards him, his skirt fluttering, and several streams of light were blown by the wind.

It was the three women who were hunted by bandits just now. The one who was walking in the middle was obviously a little higher. She was also the one who shot and killed people. The other two were twin sisters, riding the same maroon horse, wearing the same light pink Mongolian robe, and even the hairstyle and accessories were paired together, making it impossible to tell who was who was.

"What do you think? I'll dig out your eyes after you look." Zhang Songling was so uncomfortable that he was staring at him. One of the twin sisters who was on the right raised his eyes and scolded him sternly.

"Lotus, don't be too arrogant." Before Zhang Songling could be embarrassed, the woman walking in the middle took the initiative to argue for him, "I won't lose any piece of meat when I look at you! If the two heroes hadn't taken action today, we three would probably have to wipe our necks by ourselves now."

She spoke in a low voice, but she had a majesty that could not be refuted. The twin sisters immediately put away their anger and followed her pitifully, muttering in a very small voice: "Is they just not used to being stared at by him like this? They didn't say they wouldn't accept him. Besides, the main credit just now shouldn't be his. That tall big brother is..."

"Okay, don't talk, no one treats you two as mutes." The woman walking in the middle put away her small short spear and turned over and dismounted. "Wuqi Yete's right qi Siqin, I have seen a hero, thank you for your life-saving grace."

It was impossible to see on the horse's back. When she walked closer, Zhang Songling realized that the woman was almost as tall as hers. She was slightly stunned in her heart, and she turned her body away and raised her hand to return a military salute. "Ms. Siqin is polite. She just made a small effort and could not bear the word "Thank you."

The woman named Siqin smiled, shook her head, and added very seriously, "For you brothers, it is a small task, but for us sisters, it is a difference between life and death. It is a blessing to save our lives. Everything is redundant. Please ask the two heroes to come with me to sit in my felt bag. My Wuqi Yete Right Banner has good wine and meat. Please invite guests to taste it."

"No, no." Zhang Songling waved his hand repeatedly, "Brother Zhao and I have important things to do. Let's go to your felt bag to drink when we have time. I'm not going to ask Zhao Tianlong at all."

Suddenly, he felt that the name Siqin was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, and instinctively stopped the refusal that was on his lips, 'Beizi, the Duke of the Later Kingdom, don't let the bearded and bearded and beefed,'Wuqi Yete Left Banner, Siqin, is the famous female princess in front of him, the only heir to the right Banner of Wuqi Yete, in amazement, but heard the voice from the opposite side turn from gentle to anxious, "It's you, Zhao, Brother Zhao, why are you here?"

Note 1: The hybrid breed of Don hippo and Mongolian horse is tall, strong in physique, strong endurance, suitable for long-distance marching, short-distance sprinting, and running speed is higher than that of Mongolian horses.
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