The fourth brother quickly found the pull cord of the lamp, and the tungsten filament lamp lit up.
Xia Baozhu looked down and saw clearly the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in the hand of the short leader. This type of rifle was issued to the militia and could be taken home after training.
Even if they weren't militia members, some ordinary families still had homemade guns or hunting rifles, especially in rural areas.
She suddenly remembered a documentary she had watched before, though she couldn't remember which year it was, but it was also in the early 1990s.
The villagers from the two villages brought out weapons such as bird guns, hunting rifles, homemade cannons, explosive charges, spears, and machetes, gathering a force of more than 5,000 villagers. The artillery fire covered an area of two square kilometers, or two million square meters.
The village chief set up firing positions in the middle of the village road, on the roof of the cement building, and at the highest point of the mountain behind the village.
Both sides fired as many as 10 shots per minute.
Each village, under the command of a village chief with military capabilities, has a clear division of labor in reconnaissance, logistics, and reserves.
All able-bodied men in the village pitched in, with each village contributing nearly 10 companies.
A makeshift field hospital was set up at the village clinic, and the village veterinarian was transformed into a military doctor to treat the wounded at any time.
The battle lasted for more than 30 hours, and was finally brought under control by more than 1,000 armed police officers braving gunfire and tear gas.
The gun ban was enacted in the mid-to-late 1990s, meaning that she will likely face threats from firearms or detonators for the next few years.
I had previously heard Professor Deng say that Sun Xingyan was robbed five or six times on his way to the south, and she thought it was an exaggeration. Now it seems that he was just lucky.
She used to read history for fun, unaware that behind those numbers lay such heavy accidents.
Looking back now, it was terrifying how ignorant I was.
"Big brother, we've searched several places, but it's not there." The third and fourth brothers looked around everywhere.
"There's no way you didn't come out, you bitch! Come out now and I won't kill you. I'll count to three, and if you don't come out, I won't be so polite!"
The short, leader Lin Aijun moved slowly in the 20-square-meter bedroom, his hands always gripping the gun, his tone harsh and cold.
Holding a weapon more powerful than anyone else's, even an ordinary person can feel an overwhelming sense of confidence. The feeling of having the power of life and death over others makes his originally honest face turn fierce.
Unable to find his target, he grew impatient and decided to teach that bitch a lesson.
When he walked to the base of the main beam, Xia Baozhu opened the thermos and poured the boiling water inside onto him.
"Aaaaaah! It's burning me!"
"She's up there!"
"Bang!"
Lin Aijun was scalded by the hot water and felt his head and back burning with pain.
He threw all lessons and self-confidence to the back of his mind; he was now focused on relieving the indescribable pain in his body.
He yelled and jumped around the room, then plunged headfirst into a washbasin in the corner.
But he never let go of the gun, and at that moment he fired a shot haphazardly, hitting Xia Baozhu's new bed, causing her face to darken again.
The screams of pain, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, carried outside, making the hearts of those in the courtyard tighten.
They actually fired a shot?
Didn't you say you were just threatening her with a gun?
The second brother, Li Datu, hesitated for a moment, glanced at the equally surprised and uncertain fifth and sixth brothers, and decided to go inside to take a look.
Xia Baozhu seized the opportunity and smashed the thermos bottle on the third brother's head.
She then leaped from the beam onto Lin Aijun's back, pinning him to the ground.
Despite being pressed down by such great force, Lin Aijun did not faint. Amid his struggles, another gunshot rang out, hitting the wall and causing a large piece of plaster to fall down.
Xia Baozhu snatched the gun from Lin Aijun's hand and swung the butt at Lao Si, who was rushing towards her, sending him flying against the wall behind her.
From then on, all three people in the house perished.
At this moment, the three people outside also ran over, and saw Xia Baozhu holding a gun and pointing it at them with a blank expression.
"Hands up!"
As she spoke, Xia Baozhu kicked Lin Aijun, who was in her way, away.
Lin Aijun's already scalded and blistered head hit the leg of the writing desk. The pain was so intense that he wanted to rip his head off. He let out a scream and then passed out.
The three who rushed over looked in horror at their brothers inside, including their leader, all of whom had been crippled. Then, seeing the gun in Xia Baozhu's hand, they obediently raised their hands.
To ensure the mission could be completed, all six of them came, including their boss's gun. However, they still ended up being defeated by this woman.
Xia Baozhu circled behind the three men and, ignoring their pleas for mercy, kicked them one by one, like kicking dead dogs, leaving them scattered everywhere.
He tore a tattered bed sheet, tied up the six home invaders who were screaming in pain, gagged them, and finally threw them into the main room.
Lin Aijun was jolted awake by the pain of being thrown. Looking at Xia Baozhu holding his precious rifle, he regretted not shooting her immediately.
He didn't regret taking the commission; he only regretted being too careless.
Thinking that they had guns and men, even if this woman was a martial arts champion, they could take her down with one shot.
Unexpectedly, she not only has strength, but also brains.
They know how to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, how to defeat them one by one, how to capture the leader first, and the importance of having weapons in hand.
He underestimated her.
"You've been following me these past few days, haven't you?" Xia Baozhu carefully examined the six people and pointed to the thinnest and smallest one among them.
"It wasn't me." Because his mouth was tied, Lao Liu Qi Mufei's speech was unclear. At this moment, he still refused to admit it, and Xia Baozhu immediately hit his face with the butt of her gun, causing his face to swell up instantly.
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