Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

When the ruling team began to despair, Zhao Chuanxian came back wearing a coat full of holes.

Those holes were obviously bullet holes.

Seeing this, the ruling team felt awe.

At this time, there was no concept of body armor, and Zhao Chuanxin did not wear an iron plate inside.

Even ordinary iron plates may not be bulletproof.

They imagined Zhao Chuanxin to be strong and invulnerable.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the cigar and breathed a sigh of relief.

If you brag about your awesomeness, it will be embarrassing if Yuan doesn’t come back.

He looked at the three fallen corpses, his face expressionless.

"Don't panic, war is like this." He said calmly.

After fighting for a long time, three people died, which was a profit.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin was physically strong and had a fat-covered body type.

Since my birthday, I have looked too thin when I put on clothes, and my clothes have become looser day by day.

This is of no benefit. After being beaten, there was originally a fat buffer, but now there was a dull pain from the impact of the bullet.

He took out a small mirror and a piece of wood, raised it and looked back, then turned the mirror to look left and right.

"Datantao, you guard the right side, I'll attack the left."

There are fewer people on the right and more people on the left.

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin gave them some more Type 88 Committee rifle ammunition.

When the Type 88 Committee fired, the gun shook so much, and the accuracy was impressive.

Zhao Chuanxin did not charge into the battle this time. He piled a pile of sand outside the bunker and used his mud trowel to build a stone wall, which was taller than a person and had a small shooting hole.

He stood up slowly, lit a cigarette, and stretched out the barrel of the gun.

bang bang bang bang bang...

The shots were fired in an orderly manner.

Fighting like this is not very intense for him.

The distance was too far, so five rounds of burst fire only killed two people.

But in hot weapons warfare, those who can withstand the continuous fall of their comrades around them and continue to charge and fight bravely are the Japanese, and then there is the king of the army decades later - the Rabbit Army.

The Yankees relied on their strong ships and powerful guns and well-equipped equipment. They could fight when the wind was favorable, but they could fight when the wind was against them.

The Portuguese's willpower, which is slightly stronger than that of the United States at this time, is also not good.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin's firepower output was extremely stable, they began to hesitate in their progress.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished firing a magazine, he immediately switched to Mosin-Nagant to let the assault rifle cool down.

After all, the material is not up to standard, and continuous shooting will reduce its already short lifespan.

bang, bang, bang...

Firepower intensity is reduced, but accuracy is greatly increased.

This was no longer effective in suppressing fire, and the other party gradually closed the distance.

On Li Zhitao's side, Zhao Chuanxin originally shared most of the firepower, so they should be relaxed.

But the situation was counterproductive. After fighting for so long, three people died, and now three more people died.

Because Li Zhitao ordered the power to counterattack and restrain the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at it, frowned, and shouted: "Datantao, lead the people to retreat."

Li Zhitao did not hesitate, and just as he gave the order, he saw that Zhao Chuanxin had not left, and asked anxiously: "Master, where are you?"

"Leave me alone, you find a place to hide first."

Li Zhitao bit the bullet and dragged his dead and wounded brothers back.

The distance between the Portuguese soldiers is 300 meters, 250 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters...

Until Zhao Chuanxin was less than fifty meters away, Zhao Chuanxin still didn't move.

Gao Dingyu drew out his command sword: "There is only one person left now. This person must be Zhao Chuanxin. Send me my order and charge the whole army!"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: What a fucking God of War, that's all he has, right?

The Portuguese soldiers jumped out of their bunkers one after another, firing and trotting forward.

There was a Goldberg M1907 lying on the ground next to Zhao Chuanxin, covered with a wet towel. It was still smoking at first, but by this time there was no steam evaporating.

He picked it up with a cigarette in his mouth and inserted a new magazine.

He lowered his head and looked at the old sacred altar pendant hanging around his neck, and found that the liquid inside had reached halfway and became darker in color, glowing faintly under the reflection of sunlight.

His heart moved and he looked at the Portuguese soldiers more than thirty meters away.

He concentrated, and a distorted circular frame appeared in front of him.

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated for a moment, then got in with the gun in hand.

A Portuguese soldier was pulling the bolt and loading the gun. He was unskilled and had to look down.

When he looked up again, he found that the air in front of him was distorted, and a green-faced and fanged "monster" wearing a coat full of holes emerged from it.

It turns out that the green face and fangs are just a mask... The Portuguese soldier said in his heart that it scared me.

Then he raised his gun!

Zhao Chuanxin appeared more than thirty meters away in an instant and reached out to hold the handguard of the Portuguese soldier's rifle because it was not hot to the touch.

The moment he raised his muzzle, bang.

The bullets of the Portuguese soldiers floated into the sky.

Duh!

When the ax goes down, the Portuguese soldier's Tianling cap leaks.

The remaining Portuguese soldiers didn't know what was going on. The one who reacted the fastest was about to turn his gun when Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his ax and threw it at his head.

duh.

People fell.

The smart gyroscope and the Elf Carving Knife were killing everyone. Zhao Chuanxin seamlessly switched weapons, switched the Goldberg M1907 to fully automatic mode, and fired with heel rotation.

bang bang bang...

Choosing the assault rifle at this time was for effective killing. After all, he was in a crowd of people at this time.

30 rounds of ammunition are quickly emptied.

He put away the Goldberg M1907 and took out the Ares M1907.

Chug tug tug…

Zhao Chuanxin shot while advancing, clearing the enemy in the blink of an eye.

He rubbed his stomach, which had just been hit by several bullets.

Gao Dingyu was shocked when he saw a commotion among Portuguese soldiers in the woods outside the alley.

After all, a second ago, the enemy was shooting dozens of meters away, and he would never have expected that he would suddenly appear in his team.

He guessed that this was an attack from east to west, and shouted: "Go and see what's going on?"

As soon as the people sent there ran over, they ran into Zhao Chuanxin, who had already come to kill him.

The smart gyroscope swung its sword, and Zhao Chuanxin came over to kill him without stopping.

The Portuguese soldier who came to investigate fell down without saying a word.

Zhao Chuanxin got into the forest and leaned against a big tree to listen to the sound and identify his position.

Alleys have already emerged here, and tall buildings will rise here in the future.

To the south is Nanwan Lake, to the west is the inner harbor, less than 3 miles to the east is the outer harbor, and to the north are the houses of the common people.

He leaned against the tree, smoking a cigarette, taking out the empty magazine and replacing it with a new one.

He stretched out the mirror and looked at it. There were many figures in the woods, and their reactions were a bit confused.

After all, the front team seemed to have been ambushed. There was a sudden exchange of fire, and then there was a sudden silence. The Portuguese soldiers who went to the front to inquire did not come back.

Gao Dingyu frowned: "Where is the person? Why haven't you come back yet?"

No one could answer him.

Gao Dingyu had a bad feeling in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was behind the tree, checked the gun and then looked at the old sacred altar. Nearly half of the liquid had disappeared.