“Bang!”
The sound of the black powder was muffled. Wu Lao Er was startled the moment he touched the shotgun given to him by the Village Chief, but he still gritted his teeth and raised it.
Tang Shi Jiu was faster than him; he had already hugged another weapon and squeezed up to the window, tilting his head to observe the situation outside.
Tang Shi Ba, in the Pilot Seat, gripped the Steering Wheel with one hand and the gear lever with the other, ready to find an Opportunity to charge out at any time.
“Brothers inside, get out of the Truck!
We only want money. Leave the goods, and you can go back wherever you came from!”
The man who had just fired the gun shouted while taking a few steps forward.
One person beside him took the chance to run to the side, while the Figure behind the Truck stood at the bend of the Dirt road, blocking the Truck from the front and back.
Whether moving forward or backward, the Truck could not leave safely.
Wu Lao Er’s face darkened, and he said through Gritting Teeth:
“This is a group of veterans; that old man just now was with them.
Forcing us up the mountain was definitely to silence us. We can’t get out of the Truck; don’t believe what they say!”
Tang Shi Ba and Tang Shi Jiu exchanged a look. The latter quickly extended the shotgun out of the window. The middle-aged man who was shouting quickly retreated several steps to the other side, not daring to advance further.
But he wasn't too flustered. In this day and age, how could the few people driving a transport vehicle not carry weapons? But how could those daring to rob on the road not be prepared?
He immediately blew a long whistle, and the three people inside the Truck immediately Realized that more people would arrive soon.
In less than a few minutes, several people came down from the mountain next to the small house, each carrying weapons.
Wu Lao Er’s heart immediately sank to the bottom. Looking at the setup, this wasn't a gang operation; it was clearly a whole village engaging in a side business!
They are usually well-behaved, but the moment they see an Opportunity, they immediately switch professions on the spot. They definitely can't win by sheer numbers.
The man outside kept shouting at them in a Dialect to get out of the Truck, repeatedly saying they only wanted money and not lives, but the others were clearly slowly closing in, full of threat.
“Shi Ba, should we ram through!”
Wu Lao Er looked at Tang Shi Ba, but the latter shook his head.
He already saw that the uphill road ahead was a dead end, the road was too narrow to Turn around, and hitting the house meant losing Mobility.
And since they were stuck on the uphill road, reversing quickly had a high probability of overturning, meaning they were in a dead end.
Wu Lao Er gritted his teeth and shouted loudly to the outside:
“One thousand yuan! That’s all we have on us. We’ll give it all to you, just let us go!”
However, the leading man was completely unmoved. After giving his accomplice a look, he shook his head and said:
“No. Ten thousand yuan, and leave everything inside the Truck!
You are just Drivers; the loss belongs to the Boss, and your lives belong to yourselves. Leave the goods, and I’ll show you the way out!”
Although they were negotiating Conditions, both sides Understood that this was stalling for time. Wu Lao Er gripped his weapon tighter, knowing he definitely couldn't surrender.
The payment he received was tens of thousands. Would the Bandits let them go once they saw it?
Fight it out? Or risk reversing down the hill?
The number of people moving around increased. Cold sweat broke out on Wu Lao Er’s neck, but he felt his leg being kicked.
Tang Shi Jiu pointed to Wu Lao Er’s overhead, then pushed hard with his foot, kicking open the wooden box that had been in the Truck for several days.
Wu Lao Er looked into the box, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
He looked at Tang Shi Jiu in disbelief, which was even more incredible than seeing the Bandits.
But there was no time to Explain. He looked overhead again, then shouted loudly to the outside:
“Don’t fire! We surrender!”
The middle-aged leader watched the homemade gun in Wu Lao Er’s hand slowly extend out of the window, and finally drop to the ground.
Just as his attention was focused on the dropped homemade gun, he saw a circular cover suddenly flip open on the top of the Truck’s cabin.
That’s right, as a military Truck, the CCKW353 series had an observation window on top of the cabin. Wu Lao Er often stuck his head out to look at the scenery.
But this time, what stuck out first wasn't his head. Tang Shi Jiu, who was inside the cabin, bent down, snatched the contents of the box, then flexibly squeezed out through the observation window, setting the item in his hand on the roof of the Truck.
A square receiver, circular layered cooling fins—Li Yunlong’s little wife, a frequent guest in war films.
This was the miraculous tool Tang Wen had specially prepared for logistics Safety: a Type 92 7.7mm machine gun, commonly known as the Wild chicken neck.
This was originally an anti-aircraft machine gun Equipped on the "Hashidate," but the Bracket had now been removed, modified into a shortened version easy to carry, which fit perfectly on the roof.
Just in case of accidents, a 30-round magazine was already inserted into the receiver. Tang Shi Jiu pulled the charging handle and immediately pulled the trigger.
Before the middle-aged man could clearly see what it was, a string of Bullets landed less than two meters in front of him.
The other Bandits then suddenly realized what the thing on the roof was.
It was a machine gun!
It was a damn machine gun!
Some sharp-eyed ones could even recognize it as the Heavy machine gun from the movies!
Heaven forbid, the dozen or so of them only had a homemade gun or hunting rifle each; only the Boss had a Type 56 rifle to look imposing.
What kind of decent person carries a machine gun when going out!
And he started firing without a word. Despite having a numerical Advantage, once the woodpecker-like sound of the Type 92 Heavy machine gun went *da-da*, even the most vicious Bandits had to cover their heads and flee, wishing they had grown two extra legs.
The sound of the Heavy machine gun was like a natural enemy, awakening the most fundamental fear in people, making it impossible to generate the slightest will to resist.
Even though Tang Shi Jiu didn't intend to hit anyone, just continuously sweeping the fire, the Bullets randomly hitting the ground or trees, it was like a Reaper harvesting Death.
The middle-aged man who had been trying to approach just now fumbled, dropping his Type 56 rifle to the ground, and jumped down the hillside with his legs Trembling.
The 30 rounds of 7.7mm pointed bullets in one magazine were emptied in less than 10 seconds, but when Tang Shi Jiu prepared to reload, he found that there were no more road Bandits around.
A few discarded weapons were scattered on the ground. The Bandits, who had been numerous just moments ago, couldn't even find a single Figure; they had vanished without a trace.
Oh, one remained.
The one who had circled behind the Truck was probably scared stiff, standing in place with his legs clamped together, forgetting to run. When he saw Tang Shi Jiu turning the muzzle toward him, he actually knelt down directly, and a long wet stain appeared between his legs.
Wu Lao Er tried to sit up but found his legs were somewhat disobedient, shaking uncontrollably.
He Trembled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, gaining a deeper understanding of Tang Wen.
He originally thought Tang Wen had just gotten lucky by hooking up with a Daoye, but he didn't expect him to be involved in this kind of business.
A machine gun—even an old model from decades ago—represented a completely different level.
Compared to that, even the "Bosses" in Goose City were just playing around. Who else could have a Heavy machine gun?
They even prepared an observation port on the Truck in advance—this was preparation from the start!
It was a good thing he was in Cooperation with them; otherwise, if he had provoked them, wouldn't he have been utterly destroyed?
Wu Lao Er swallowed, feeling unprecedented respect for Tang Shi Jiu:
“Shi—Shi Jiu brother, why don't you put that... down first? Isn't it a bit too conspicuous like this?”
Tang Shi Jiu blinked:
“What if there are still Bandits? Why don't I just keep it mounted on the roof?”
Wu Lao Er: “If this thing is mounted, then *we* are the Bandits.”
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