C127 Resolve (1/2)

After crazily shooting for a few seconds, those foreign devils found out that they had been tricked. Their target was not Zhang Yang himself, but a piece of clothes that had been lifted up by some unknown object!

This was a typical attack from the east, an attack from the east, an attack from the west. Under such a high intensity battle, Zhang Yang was still able to draw out the share of firepower in such a short period of time. It was impossible to do without a great amount of actual combat experience, it had nothing to do with the strength of the enemy.

Cursing Zhang Yang's craftiness, they had no choice but to slow down their pace. At this moment, Zhang Yang was in the dark and they were in the light. The situation had changed subtly.

”Go to hell.” Zhang Yang, who was crawling on the ground, raised his Silver Hawk Hole high up. After aiming at it for a while, he shot. This time, he fired several shots in succession, and only stopped after he had emptied the first round of bullets.

Under Zhang Yang's bombardment, seven to eight foreign devils also fell to the ground! Their original team of nearly 30 people had already lost more than half of their members. As for the culprit, Zhang Yang, not a single hair on his head was damaged! This caused them to feel both fear and anger.

”FUCK. ”Kill him for me.” The big bearded man who led the group no longer cared about chasing after the bodyguards. Many of his brothers fell in front of him. His mind was completely surrounded by hatred.

Zhang Yang was speechless as the remaining foreign devils moved towards the shrubbery with guns in their hands! It seemed like the other party was going to confront him. If he didn't stop now, he wouldn't hesitate to give up on the goal of assassinating him!

Zhang Yang let out a long sigh as he looked into the distance. With a flick of his hand, Silver Hawk dropped the empty magazine. Soon after, Zhang Yang quickly loaded the other magazine! It only took a second! And normally, an old gunner would change his magazine at a speed of about three seconds.

With the protection of the shrubbery, Zhang Yang shot again. If the other party rushed towards him in a large area and faced more than a dozen guns by himself, it would be very difficult to defend against his flesh and blood. Therefore, Zhang Yang had to take advantage of the opponent's close proximity to him and destroy his remaining strength to increase his chance of survival.

They were all experienced in war and knew Zhang Yang's marksmanship. Therefore, they did not rush down in a group of 30 or so people like Zhang Yang in the beginning, as Zhang Yang could have hit them with his eyes closed. Now that they had separated in private, each with a 4-5 m distance between each other, a layer of fan shape would be used to capture Zhang Yang. The advantage of this method was that it would greatly slow down Zhang Yang's shooting speed.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang's heart remained calm. His aim had long surpassed the stage where he could aim with his eyes and instead, he focused on shooting. Even if the enemy dispersed, it would only slow down his speed of killing. It would not affect the overall situation.

”Bang!” Bang! ”Bam!” A series of gunshots rang out. The big bearded man at the back couldn't help but shudder when he heard the gunshots again. He then saw another three of his comrades fall.

What left him a little dumbfounded was that these three men were more than fifteen meters apart. The three consecutive gunshots meant that Zhang Yang had not stopped firing while his three companions had been killed one by one. If he had to plan for three intervals between the enemies, it would take him at least three to five seconds of pause.

It was apparent that the other party's spear arts were no longer something they could understand.

At the same time Zhang Yang shot, the people on the bearded man's side also noticed him. Since there were no big stones here to protect him, Zhang Yang had to rely on the ground to constantly roll around in order to not be exposed to the enemy's eyes.

If there was a gap, Zhang Yang would fire back! And every time he fired, there would be someone lying on the other side! After reaching the shrubbery, there were only five or six poor people left in the group of thirty. In less than 15 minutes, Zhang Yang had already killed the enemy's troops.

It had been two months since Zhang Yang left the military district and came to Yunzhou City. He didn't experience any more bullets and bullets and didn't kill anyone else. At this moment, he finally started another massacre.

Zhang Yang was not in a good condition at the moment. After rolling on the ground for several times, his spine had been cut open by the sharp branches, and blood was covering his strong and healthy back.

The remaining foreign devils were all experts. Otherwise, they could have survived until now under Zhang Yang's spear! The opponent still had at least seven foreign devils, but the bullets in Zhang Yang's gun had already been fired.

Although he was able to shoot out all of his bullets, sometimes, a single shot was not fatal, especially when the opponent consciously dodged. Normally, two shots would be enough to kill a criminal! He himself did not have many bullets, so after killing so many foreign devils, it was normal for him to have run out of bullets.

If it were anyone else, they would normally only be able to kill one or two foreign devils with a spear. This was not just a matter of the spear, but also a matter of a strong will and a firm heart!

”Spear arts still need strengthening.” Zhang Yang lightly sighed, feeling slightly dissatisfied. However, if the other party knew that Zhang Yang was not satisfied with his spear skills, he would not know what kind of expression he would have on his face. Their souls were frightened out of their wits by Zhang Yang's spear technique, which still needed strengthening.

When the opponent was still more than 20 meters away from him, Zhang Yang did not avoid the tree and instead rushed towards him.