Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 5 5 Gunfight in the Jungle

The situation suddenly reached a stalemate. The opponent seemed to have no good solution to the carriage of a carriage, and did not want to waste arrows, so no more arrows came.

Weis also lost his voice after reminding Tang Mo Roger. Presumably he was hiding in the dark and observing everything around him.

From time to time there are strange chirping sounds of insects, and the howls of wild beasts can even be vaguely heard in the distance. The forest is not silent at night. On the contrary, it is noisier and more prosperous than during the day.

In this way, time passed by, and after loading another rifle, Old Roger also found a suitable angle to help Tang Mo guard the other side of the carriage.

"Wes?" Tang Mo seemed to see a vague figure on the edge of the light. He shouted. He didn't know whether he was confirming friends and foes or simply calling his companions.

Soon, the ugly face of the first man carrying an ax broke out of the darkness. He rushed straight towards Tang Mo, already shouting in his mouth to increase his momentum.

Tang Mo kicked open the door panel of the carriage with his foot, adjusted the position of the gun muzzle slightly, and aimed it at the target. Because the two gas lamps are on the outside of the carriage, the inside of the carriage is not very realistic from the outside.

The man who was charging forward with the ax above his head saw the carriage door suddenly open, and the arrows stuck on it were even broken, and his feet were obviously sluggish for a moment.

Then, he saw a flash of fire in front of his eyes, and a crisp gunshot sounded in his ears. He could feel his chest being hammered by something, and then his feet lost strength and mixed together, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

Tang Mo, who had shot the target, threw the rifle behind him, and then picked up the second rifle from a convenient position.

“Bang!” A second gunshot rang out immediately outside the carriage. I don’t know if it was Weiss who fired the gun, or if the gangster also had a firearm.

 “Ah!” The second bandit rushed out of the darkness, holding a tattered long sword in his hand. He also wore an iron helmet on his head, but had no armor on his body.

 “Bang!” Tang Mo was not polite to him, he aimed at him and pulled the trigger again. A bullet flew out of the gun's muzzle, and the roar of the man in the helmet suddenly turned into a scream. Then, like the first idiot, he fell in front of the carriage.

As soon as Tang Mo stretched out his hand, Old Roger handed him the specially carved K1 rifle that was intended to be displayed to Count Fischereau.

 The next second, Tang Mo prepared his shooting posture for the third time, and continued to watch the darkness not far away vigilantly through the white smoke billowing in the light.

Unconsciously, those buzzing insects and low roars of beasts that made one’s hair stand on end could no longer be heard, and the surroundings became eerily quiet.

"Hmm..." Outside the carriage, a muffled groan came from the silence. Tang Mo even heard the faint sound of the long sword piercing the body and hitting the bones.

I don’t know if Weiss was killed by someone else, or if he killed another bandit who was about to retreat. In short, after the rustling sound passed, there was no sound behind him.

It is actually not correct to say that there was no sound, because Old Roger, who had been watching behind him on the other side, was trying hard to stuff a paper-cased fixed-loading bullet into the barrel of the gun with his nervous hands.

"They are reloading! Charge quickly!" A voice shouted loudly in the woods, obviously the leader of this group of thieves.

While he was shouting loudly, another man came closer with a long sword, but this time he did not shout or run, but approached cautiously.

Of course, Tang Mo didn't give him any chance, he aimed directly and pulled the trigger.

 “Bang!” Another gunshot echoed in the jungle, making the whole night even more silent and terrifying. It seemed that the entire forest was shouting, and the sound of gunshots echoed back and forth, gradually becoming blurry and distant.

Tang Mo once again handed the fired rifle to Old Roger at the back, but the other man failed to load the first rifle because he was nervous.

If measured by the reloading speed of a well-trained soldier, Old Roger's reloading speed is too slow. This caused interruptions in the firepower that should have been continuous.

 Tang Mo, who knew very well that he had no worries about having no firewood to burn the green hills, knew that this was no longer the time to hide any trump cards. So he threw away the K1 gun and pulled out the secret weapon he kept from his waist - the only revolver in the world.

　　Although it is only a flash cap revolver, and although it only has six rounds of ammunition, in this era, there is no more ferocious close combat firepower than it.

 This is his greatest reliance and a trustworthy weapon. Tang Mo felt that after the six bullets in his pistol were used up, Roger should have at least loaded three fast guns. By that time, he can still shoot three more times! Including the three previous shots and one shot probably fired by Weiss, continuous shooting can kill at least 13 bandits. Even judging from the **** situation of a caravan, this is already a very powerful firepower that the bandits are not willing to provoke.

 Furthermore, even in this era, it is absolutely rare for a bandit gang to have 13 people. Even if there are twenty people on the other side, after half of their accomplices are killed in a row, it is more likely that they will choose to escape immediately.

The troops who refused to retreat even after losing one-third of them were already famous these days as iron troops. How could the bandits have the discipline to still fight to the death even after losing more than half of them?

 The only thing to blame is that these poor bandits chose to attack at night. The fighting distance between the two sides was extremely close, so the accuracy of the muskets was guaranteed. If you fight at a distance, today's firearms can hit once in ten shots, which can burn a lot of incense.

While Tang Mo was thinking about this in his mind, the bandit over there made another move. Maybe they were crazy from hunger, or maybe they were sure that Tang Mo and the others would not be able to prepare so many muskets, so two more people rushed out brandishing weapons.

Tang Mo was not polite either. This time, because he had a relatively short revolver in his hand, he had more room to move.

But it was not without its disadvantages, because three consecutive shots were fired in front of him, and the diffuse smoke had begun to obscure his vision.

 There was no way, the gunpowder of this era was so deceptive, so Tang Mo had made up his mind that if he could get out alive this time, he must first develop smokeless gunpowder technology.

He squinted his eyes and saw two bandits rushing towards him through the white smoke that smelled of sulfur. Both of them were very tall, and they seemed to be intending to take advantage of the diffuse smoke. They silently rushed over with weapons in hand.

"Bang!" A clear gunshot echoed in the forest again. Tang Mo saw the man under the muzzle of his gun falling down while holding his chest through the gap in the rear sight.

When he aimed at the bandit on the other side again, he saw Weiss holding a **** sword and killing him from the side of the ground.

His movements were very agile, and his long sword was like a snake spitting a message. He succeeded in a sneak attack and cut the bandit's arm.

And the bandit, relying on his ferocious energy, actually waved the long sword in his hand and forced back Weiss who wanted to entangle him.

As a result, at the moment Weiss retreated, the musket in Tang Mo's hand fired again, and a bullet accidentally hit the strong man's neck.

　　Blood spattered for a moment, and the man's artery was punctured. He covered the hole in his neck with his hand, but found that he could not stop the gushing blood.

He wanted to speak but could only vomit blood. When he turned around and looked at Tang Mo, his whole body had collapsed involuntarily.

Just now in the dark, Weiss watched Tang Mo fire a short gun in his hand. He expected that Tang Mo had no chance to reload, so he showed up to fight hand-to-hand and stopped the strong man from getting close to the carriage.

But he never expected that Tang Mo would actually hide a second pistol! After the second shot, he froze, seemingly reassessing the danger of the young man in the carriage.

How can an inexperienced weapons workshop owner hide two pistols on his person when he goes out? When he got on the carriage, he looked at it. Judging from the bloated size, it seemed that Tang Mo should have a pistol on his waist, but he did not guess that Tang Mo actually had another pistol hidden on his body!

Of course he would not have guessed that Tang Mo's hand was actually a musket that could be fired continuously. Because although he is a master, he cannot subvert his own experience.

While he was stunned there, a bandit hiding in the darkness approached him with a long sword, wanting to attack the fat sheep on the outside first.

Tang Mo waved away most of the smoke in front of his eyes, just in time to see everything clearly. He decisively picked up his pistol again, pointed it at Wes' side, and pulled the trigger again.

 “Bang!” The gunshot sounded like a heavy cannon, hitting Wes’s mind. He watched helplessly as the pistol in Tang Mo's hand was fired twice in a row!

As the gunshots reverberated, the bandit who wanted to make a sneak attack paused for a moment as if he was electrocuted, and then he stooped and fell down with a groan. Weiss looked at all this in surprise, and was a little stunned for a moment.

 At this time, six gunshots were heard in the woods. No matter how dull this group of bandits was, they still sensed that something was wrong. The opponent's firepower is very strong, this is definitely not an ordinary caravan!

The whole thing has obviously gone beyond the bandits' robbery plan, and the continuous sound of gunfire has an out-of-place weirdness in this era.

Who would have thought of it? The actual battle of the world's first revolver will take place in such an unknown forest, in such a dark midnight...

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  (Apologies...Long Ling wrote too much, and the number of bullets was not correct. Sorry, it has been corrected. Please bear with me.)

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