If a scholar does not betray his king, the king will certainly not betray his scholar.
Thinking about it, Xiao Yi began to move towards the people over there.
The effective range of a rifle is mostly around 100 to 150 meters, so Xiao Yi has to get as close to them as possible to achieve effective and accurate shooting.
Xiao Yi held the gun and moved faster and faster. Before anyone noticed anyone approaching, Xiao Yi had already approached everyone and began shooting crazily.
As the gunshots continued, the people who were partying not far from the fire began to lie down one after another.
"Da da da da da da da da~~~~~~~~~~"
When they heard the gunshots next to their ears and saw their companions fall to the ground, they were filled with fear and surprise.
They hurriedly took out their weapons and fought back.
But they had no choice but to not be able to keep up with Xiao Yi's speed. Before they could raise their guns, Xiao Yi's bullets penetrated their bodies at lightning speed.
Most people felt their bodies suddenly become cold, and then they became uncontrollable and unable to exert any strength, and then fell down.
After the rifle bullets were used up, Xiao Yi took out the pistol he had prepared long ago, and gave a peanut to each of the people who were a little further away and were about to escape, letting them say their final goodbyes to this world.
Even in the crowd, Xiao Yi saw an old friend!
Zhu Si and A Zuo! The two men were taking advantage of the chaos to rob other people's supplies and tried to escape, but were discovered by Xiao Yi and each was shot in the back.
Moreover, Xiao Yi deliberately fired the two shots astray, hitting the shoulders.
It can make them lose their ability to move, but they won't die immediately.
The continuous firing of the gun made Xiao Yi's palms numb.
Xiao Yi didn't stop until he had used up all the bullets in the gun.
It has been a long time since I felt such anger filling my chest. Perhaps it was this feeling that reminded Xiao Yi of the dark, terrifying and bloody scenes in the past.
Each bullet was charged with strong emotions and fired at everyone without mercy.
After putting down the gun, Xiao Yi drew the long knife from his waist and ruthlessly cut off the head of the person who still had breath left.
Blood splattered everywhere...
Finally. Xiao Yi, holding the long knife that was still dripping with blood, walked towards Zhu Si and A Zuo.
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