One morning two days later, the time and space tourists on the "Qionghai 207" ship encountered their first attack since arriving in the Ming Dynasty, an attack from the Ming government troops.

It was about five or six o'clock in the morning. According to modern people's habits, they had just woken up. Dozens of young men who stayed in the courtyard of the county's "Green Zone" had just crawled out of their sleeping bags.

After that, the bunks in the cabin must be more comfortable, so most people would rather go back to the ship to sleep at night. There were relatively fewer people staying in the compound.

Everyone gathered next to the only well in the yard, brushing their teeth and washing their faces. Liu Mingqiang, the fat man who was in charge of the last sentry last night, yawned and opened the door, preparing to go to bed after finishing this.

After taking off the door latch and just opening the corner door a crack, a shiny spear tip was suddenly thrust out of the door. The little fat man only had time to shout half-heartedly:

"**...Sun...!"

An iron spear had been thrust into his stomach, pushing him to the ground on his back.

The small door was kicked open with a bang, and more than a dozen armored men were about to rush in, brandishing dazzling swords and spears. Everyone in the courtyard was stunned for a moment, and those who reacted quickly jumped up and rushed in.

I went to get a gun from the house, but my response was slow and I didn’t even know what was happening.

However, one person's reaction was different, it was Wang Haiyang! He threw the washbasin casually, strode towards the door, touching his waist as he walked... Little Wang is so fierce, he can't even sleep

Hold on! You must know that most people in the yard are still shirtless at this time!

With a "bang" sound, the imitation May 4th style in Wang Haiyang's hand fired, with just one shot. Half of the head of a man who rushed in from the opposite side exploded, and blood spattered everywhere, as if he was smashing a watermelon with all his strength with a big hammer.

"Bang", the second gunshot rang out. Another unlucky guy in front of me was shot in the chest. There was only a small hole in the front, but it didn't look very serious. However, a bloody hole the size of a sea bowl exploded in the back, and fragments of internal organs immediately burst out from inside.

It sprayed out and hit everyone behind.

"ah…………"

Although there is a language barrier, it is still easy to understand the cries of human beings under fear. Just when the few people behind were cowering in fear and did not dare to move forward, Wang Haiyang had already strode to the door and hooked his instep.

The shotgun thrown by Liu Mingqiang on the ground jumped into his hand. The young man took a classic posture of a governor, opened the handguard and loaded the gun with a click, and then fired at the crowd in front of him with a single blast.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere!

This was the only adjective that Pang Yu could think of afterwards. At that time, he had already rushed out of the house with a large shotgun in his hand. However, after seeing the consequences of Wang Haiyang's shot, he did not have the courage to shoot it again.

Point the gun at the opposite crowd, even if they are enemies.

——The lethality of modern weapons is too great. Wang Ruobin, a gangster, likes to pirate famous guns from various countries. He initially boasted that the counterfeit Remington M870 was more powerful than the original. Pang Yu didn’t take it seriously, but now

It seems like this guy isn't bragging.

With one shot, less than half of the dozen men on the opposite side were knocked down on the spot. However, these people were obviously desperadoes. The remaining seven or eight people had blood on their heads and faces. One guy even lost one eye.

He even charged up at the muzzle of the gun while waving the knife!

Wang Haiyang was stunned. It was not that he was afraid, but he was surprised that these Ming Dynasty people were really brave. After seeing the power of shotguns with their own eyes, they dared to directly hit the muzzle of the shotgun. You must know that even modern people can only be obedient when pointed by such guns.

Hold your head and squat down.

But later everyone realized that these guys didn't understand at all. All firearms in the Ming Dynasty could only go off once, so these people thought that Wang Haiyang had to reload after firing a shot, and it was safer to rush forward.

Their judgment cannot be said to be incorrect. The single-barreled musket does need to be reloaded, but these bumpkins probably never imagined that the reloading process of the gun would be so fast - the handguard pulled, there was a click, and one shot came out.

The empty No. 12 bullet shells filled with green smoke flew out. Wang Haiyang sneered and pointed the gun forward again.

There was another boom. This time, only two people were knocked down because they were too close. However, both of them were riddled with holes. They were killed on the spot without even letting out a scream. Every part of their body sprayed like a colander.

There was blood, and the remaining few people were stunned for a while.

It is so powerful that it can fire continuously (of course they have never seen a submachine gun that actually fires continuously, and it is impossible to even imagine it.) What a terrifying firearm this is!

No matter what these Ming Dynasty people were thinking, the shotgun in Wang Haiyang's hand mercilessly sounded for the third time, and then the fourth time...

The Remington M870 has a magazine capacity of seven rounds.

There was no fifth shot. The first four shots knocked down a dozen people, and the remaining three or four turned around and ran out of the corner door while screaming. Wang Haiyang did not pursue him, but just went over to close the wooden door and re-bolt it.

Outside the gate of the county warehouse, about 10 armed men wearing Ming Dynasty soldier uniforms were blocking the door, waiting for the first wave of warriors to rush in to open the door. The first batch of more than ten people rushed in, each with a hand

The young master said that each of them had four or five lives, and most of them were brave and brave men.

However, when they rushed in from the corner door, they heard the ping pong ping -pong inside a loud noise, and then only escaped the three living, one -piece flesh foam, all seemed to see the most terrible monster and monsters, and even their own people were all their own people.

He couldn't tell the difference, he had already thrown away the weapon in his hand, and ran away screaming.

One of them was the leader of the team. He usually killed people without blinking an eye and was called "Ghost Sees Worry", but now his face was pale and his legs were weak. He even led hundreds of households who came up to ask about the situation and didn't recognize him.

He wanted to sneak into the alley outside, but was restrained by several soldiers and unable to move.

The Baihu official was furious and slapped the man twice, causing his mouth and nose to bleed. When he asked more questions, he found that the man's body was limp, his eyes were straight, and he had wet his pants. He was so frightened that he was in such a state.

There's definitely nothing you can ask, but it has already made hundreds of households quite suspicious.

Who is this person here, who can actually scare the most ferocious warriors under him to this extent?

His question was quickly answered - just a moment later, before the hundreds of officials could decide whether to continue the attack or retreat, the county warehouse door opened again, but this time it was the front door.

There were no demons rushing out, just a row of four or five big "Japanese pirates" standing, wearing strange full-face helmets with their eyes covered.

As a soldier, the Baihu officer's attention was of course mainly focused on the weapons in the hands of his opponents. Consistent with the information he had learned beforehand, the weapons used by these "short-haired Japanese" seemed to be firecrackers, but what was surprising was that

, except for firecrackers, they did not carry any sharp blades. Could it be that these people relied entirely on firearms to fight?

The army of the Ming Dynasty still attached great importance to firearms. The capital had a special musketry unit Shenji Battalion. There were also a lot of firecrackers in the local troops, but no officer would ever expect to rely solely on firecrackers to fight the enemy.

The efficiency of the tool in actual combat is too low. It takes a long time to refill the gun and load the gun after it is fired. Once face to face, it is not as good as burning a fire stick - and the enemies in front of them actually plan to rely on firecrackers for close combat?

Before Baihuguan had time to rejoice, gunfire rang out from the opposite side, and more than ten people were knocked down immediately. Four or five guns knocked down more than ten people in one round, which was definitely a very terrifying lethality, but Baihu was

Instead, I felt relieved - after this round, there were still more than 80 people on my side, and they all rushed forward to cut them into pieces!

Just as he was about to give the order, the second and third rounds of gunfire rang out one after another. The team here was completely disrupted. Baihu himself was also confused. Only then did he vaguely understand what happened to those who rushed in, but because

It's too late.

The four or five people didn't rush out. They just blocked the steps at the door, pouring firepower at the Ming army officers and soldiers gathered in front of the county warehouse. The distance between the two sides was only twenty or thirty meters, so the Ming army naturally tried their best to rush up.

They fought hand-to-hand, but they couldn't rush forward, let alone rush forward. Even those officers and soldiers who stood there and failed to fall down in time, or ran backwards in a straight line, were beaten to pieces. The fire blunderbuss in the hands of those people were completely unnecessary.

Reloading, just shake your hand after each shot, and the terrifying and deadly white smoke will be sprayed out again.

There were also people shooting arrows at them from behind, but those people's heads were completely covered by heavy helmets, without even a gap. Although they were not wearing armor, their strange-style blouses were extremely thick, and arrows could not penetrate them. Originally, bows and arrows were not able to penetrate.

On the battlefield, these things can only serve as a source of harassment. As the saying goes, "Three arrows are worth a sword, and three swords are worth a stab." The climate here in Hainan Island is hot and humid, and the bow's small string is soft, so its lethality is pitifully low. Even if

The poisonous arrow must first be able to hurt before it can be effective.

After four or five consecutive rounds of shooting, the Ming army was completely defeated. As long as they could still move, including the Baihu officials, they would no longer care about turning around and running away. People react the fastest in a crisis.

, these Ming troops dispersed like a swarm of flies, which indeed greatly increased the success rate of escape - after all, there were only four or five people there, even if one person chased them all the way, they would not be able to take care of them.

In fact, at this time, the firepower on the Chuanzhong side was no longer sufficient. There were only two genuine knock-off Remington M870s with a seven-round ammunition capacity. Wang Ruobin had made them "over there" and they were seized together as evidence of crime.

It's just a matter of reloading No. 12 shotguns here. The remaining ones are simple substitutes that Wang Ruobin pieced together using leftover materials after he got here. Some of them are double barrels with double bullets. They need to be reloaded after the four front and rear shots are fired.

, there are also a few gangland version of the five-shooter, and the rest are all pirated May 4th. Of course, Wang Haiyang also has a 56 semi-automatic on hand. When necessary, it can be used as a machine gun by firing continuously, but the bullets are also very limited.

It's a pity that no one in the Ming Dynasty army noticed this. Even the Baihuguan who could calmly observe the enemy at the beginning fled for his life - he was hiding behind him at the beginning. When all the human shields in front fell down, this officer

Lord Baihu had no choice but to play the role of Sayazi. Before escaping, the only impression the enemy left on him was - powerful! Too powerful!

Of course, this is also related to the firepower configuration of the traversers. Ever since Pang Yu mentioned everyone’s actual military literacy that day, Tang Jian, Jie Xi and others did have an in-depth discussion on this issue. Guns are not something that can only be obtained once they are obtained.

It works. If you suddenly put a pistol into the hands of a blind soldier, the probability of hitting yourself is definitely more than 50%, let alone accidentally injuring your companions. But there are not many bullets for everyone to practice at the same time, so we finally decided.

: Usually when someone goes out, they can bring a small pistol with them to strengthen their courage, but when it comes to actual fighting, try to gather the guns into the hands of people with actual shooting experience, so that they can give full play to the power of the muskets.

This is how it was done in this actual battle: everyone concentrated all the heavy equipment, including long-barreled guns, motorcycle helmets, canvas denim jackets, and sweaters after soaking them in water, on five or six people, and pieced together a weapon in an extreme time.

Form an elite commando team and ask them to clean up the door. The remaining personnel are only responsible for helping to load bullets and monitor the surrounding walls to prevent anyone from climbing in. Those five or six commandos all have a history of joining the army and are very skilled in shooting. They are very good at killing people.

There was no psychological burden at all, and the enemy was driven away with a fierce attack.

Although the Ming army escaped, in order to prevent them from regrouping and coming back, Wang Haiyang still led a six-man commando team to pursue them all the way. Of course, they didn't disperse. They just stared at the back of the group with the largest number of people and chased them up. If they were running slower in front, they would

Firing a shot to intimidate was very effective. The Ming soldiers were running like rabbits from beginning to end, not even daring to look back. Those who couldn't run would kneel on the ground and beg for their lives. At this time, Wang Haiyang

Of course, he didn't have time to capture prisoners. He only focused on chasing the fleeing officer, and he must completely defeat the opponent's organization.

The last group of people ran up the city wall. In desperation, they all jumped off the city wall. The commando team's pursuit ended here. In fact, the earthen city wall was only more than four meters high, not even two stories high. It was really

It wouldn't hurt anything if he jumped. But on the one hand, Wang Haiyang didn't want anyone to accidentally sprain their ankle. After all, the commandos were very bulky in their clothes. On the other hand, Pang Yu, who was staying in the compound, sent a message through the intercom, saying that the beach was over there.

They were also attacked, and the commando team was required to rush back immediately for rescue.
Chapter completed!