martial law

He even felt that he could compare his boxing skills with the masters of the supernatural power state, so as not to be different.

Just grabbed the little mushroom and dodged.

The next moment, there were gunshots outside the house like rain.

bang bang bang bang...

Intensive gunshots sounded from all directions.

The windows were battered.

Pieces of wood flew across the house, and bullets jumped wildly.

Far and near, it seems that someone is giving orders.

At the same time, the enemy rushed to all the peripheral personnel of the Yang family and launched an attack.

The Yang family became extremely noisy.

Countless people shouted and fought back.

Gunshots rang out, and the mansion turned into a huge battlefield in an instant.

"The first attack is the gunman's surprise attack, as expected."

Yang Lin pricked up his ears, hearing the roar of bullets piercing the air in the night sky.

I also heard the rapid sound of gongs coming from the direction of the central hall, and Uncle Da's hoarse voice shouting.

This is to let everyone in the mansion retreat while fighting, and concentrate on defense.

To hold is to win.

This is also impossible.

After all, no one knows how many people the Qing Gang has used this time.

How many guns are there?

At this time, one should be thankful, after all, the Qing Gang is just a gang organization that cannot be seen on the stage, and does not have a strict military system and advanced ordnance.

If the opponent was organized in the form of an army, with advanced long guns, machine guns and shell grenades in hand, then the Yang family would not have to fight, and would just fall to the street and die.

fortunately.

The opponent is also a Jianghu organization, and it is estimated that there is not enough manpower with a short gun.

Only some killers with good marksmanship can carry a pistol with them.

Other thugs should use knives and sticks, so they still have to fight.

You must know that no matter what era you are in, not everyone knows how to use a gun, and even if they have equipment, not everyone can shoot accurately.

There are many examples of the kind that can't hit the enemy accurately, but let it go wild, and hurt one's own people as a result.

Yang Lin didn't move.

The breath is also very stable, without the slightest fluctuation.

He knew what Uncle Da meant by sounding the gong as a warning, and he wanted to preserve his vitality as much as possible, so he gathered in the middle hall.

There is the strongest firepower and the strongest defense, and it is the place most likely to survive.

These people in the mansion are scattered everywhere, and they are all old people who have followed for many years.

It hurts to lose anyone.

Good idea.

However, Yang Lin had a feeling.

It seems that the opponent also hopes that everyone in the Yang family will do the same.

Hiding and sneaking cold shots are not easy to deal with.

But if there is a fixed route, there is a clear gathering point.

That is the competition of strength.

It's just catching a turtle in a urn.

Because, if he is Bu Chen, he should also know that Wang Xiaoqiao, a formidable killer, is indeed in the Yang residence.However, the injury is still not healed, and it is not good for the line.

Then what is there to worry about.

It's nothing more than letting go and killing people.

Forced to fight recklessly.

"What the enemy wants to do, it must not do."

After so many life-and-death fights, and also escaped countless traps and killings, with the experience gained from countless deaths, he told Yang Lin a profound truth.

Never put the initiative in the hands of the enemy.

At this moment, the most important thing is not to defend, but to attack.

Uncle Da couldn't think of it, just because he couldn't do it.

The same is true for Wang Xiaoqiao.

It was inconvenient for him to move, so he could only stay in place and act like a fortress, unable to attack even if he wanted to.

However, you can.

He reached out and took out a bright long knife from the corner of the wall, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

This is a weapon that came along with the Nursing Academy.

Already prepared.

Chapter 042 Fighting Alone

After a round of attack, most of the torches in the Yang Mansion were extinguished.

Shadowy.

I don't know how many people were killed.

Yang Lin told the little mushroom to stay still.

Just jumped out the window.

After a glimpse, he saw some familiar figures screaming and falling down.

As soon as they came into contact, the servants and guards of the Yang family who gathered in the central hall fell down one after another.

The enemy's attack is fierce.

No shouting, no stopping.

It's a straight-forward stance.

The situation is one-sided.

Looking at it like this, the guards sent by Uncle Da to watch the night in all directions did not play a role. Even though they were prepared early in the morning, they were still caught off guard.

It must be because the masters of the Qing gang were dispatched.

Experts at the bone forging level of Ming Jin or even the level of tendon training at the divine power level can easily deal with ordinary guards. They can kill as much as they want, and they will not make a sound when they are kept.

This is actually a small asymmetrical battle.

From the very beginning, the Yang family was at a disadvantage.

The situation is very dangerous.

With no one to contain the enemy, everyone in the Yang family may be defeated soon.

'If you can kill, so can I. Let's see who kills faster? '

Yang Lin's eyes were cold and his heart was as hard as iron.

He held the knife in his backhand, bowed his back and bent over like a panther in the forest, dragging out a long shadow.

Skimming from house corners, treetops, and meadow flowers and trees.

Blood spattered, and the wind sounded faintly...

Yang Lin regards his body as his eyes, treats people as horses, and gallops to his heart's content in the northwest corner of Yang's mansion.

With his agility, he mobilized with all his strength.

Whether it's the killers of the Qing gang or the thugs, in the mist of the night, even though there is light from the fire, they can only vaguely see some shadows.

When he found his figure, he raised his gun to face him, but before he aimed, a ray of knife light passed his throat.

Because I have the idea of ​​​​preserving my physical strength in advance, I am ready to face a tough battle.

Yang Lin didn't use any wide open and close knife style.

When making a move, it's all about speed.

The flying swallow style and the Tibetan knife style are mainly used...

The knife moves lightly, and the five elements step.

The figure is like a ghost, coming and going erratically.

The first to kill is the shooter.

Soon, the northwest corner.

There was no longer a gunshot, only the sound of rapid and tense breathing, and screams from time to time.

In the end, there was no sound.

It's quiet here, which makes the other three parties more and more lively.

The gunshots were like popping beans, continuous and continuous.

However, because there is one less point of fire attack in one direction, the Yang family's nursing home will also stabilize the situation.

After eight or nine men fell, there were still more than [-] people who retreated slowly while covering the crowd while unleashing a burst of firepower without sparing any bullets.

From time to time, someone was shot and fell to the ground, and someone supported them and continued to retreat.

No one cried out, no one knelt down and begged for mercy. Even Aunt Zhang in the kitchen knew that begging for mercy was useless with the killers of the Qing Gang.

Only desperately.

Although Yang Shoucheng has all kinds of problems, he has nothing to say about his personality.

For so many years, I have been treating my servants sincerely, and I finally got my loyalty in return.

……

After killing all the enemies in the northwest corner, Yang Lin didn't stop...continuing to drag his knife and walk straight to the southwest.

The light of the knife set off waves of blood.

About [-] people died under his knife.

There were about seven or eight people with guns.

Calculated in this way, if the average number of people in each direction is used to attack, the sum of all the opponents should be less than one hundred.

Killers with guns accounted for only a third of them.

Fortunately.

The enemies are not too numerous to resist.

The Qing gang is manned in Hangzhou, so it is naturally impossible to have such a small amount.

However, the hasty gathering can only be part of it.

In fact, being able to gather so many elite combat forces in one afternoon is already very extraordinary.

Except for the tutelary mansion and the barracks outside the city, under normal circumstances, this group of people is enough to break through any place.

Including attacking the patrol room.

By this time, Yang Lin basically didn't think about how to survive this catastrophe.

He just wants to make himself faster, faster.