Two-dimensional Wanderer

These people are as humble as ants in her eyes!

"Help, help!" The gunmen began to flee, and the Yingluo in their eyes was like a god!

If it was normal, the poor bandits would not chase after them, and it would be fine if Yingluo drove them away, but the current situation was unusual.

A gun is fine. After all, with the arrival of Westerners, firearms are not too rare.

But it is not so easy to explain that there are so many guns gathered together at this moment.

Behind this, there must be people with great energy.

If Jian Xin died, she wouldn't mind letting that person be buried with her!

So, she was in hot pursuit.

But just a few steps away, a terrifying feeling of impending danger enveloped her whole body, making her hair stand on end.

A machine she had never seen before appeared in front of her, followed by a strong man with a fierce face.

He grinned arrogantly and said, "What time is it, and you still want to dominate the world with a broken knife, wake up!"

As soon as the voice fell, his left hand turned on a crank handle of the machine, and his right hand pulled the trigger effortlessly.

"Da da da da da..." A continuous loud voice sounded, punching countless holes in the ground, causing countless rubble, as if an invisible giant hand swiped across the ground.

Yingluo's pupils shrank sharply, like a frog on top of a poisonous snake, and goose bumps appeared all over her body.

She ran fast, and the bullets were chasing after her!

Hand-cranked Gatling gun!

If I remember correctly, it should be the name of this thing.

Unlike single-shot muskets, its firepower is stronger and more sustainable. With sufficient ammunition, only one can withstand hundreds of people.

The appearance of this thing completely ended the crowd tactics.

Gatling machine guns, Armstrong cannons, and purgatory-class ironclads are the three major weapons that dominated the end of the era!

They were born to kill, and even Yingluo had to temporarily avoid its peaks, let alone ordinary people.

Yingluo is the best among the swordsmen.

Gatling is also the pinnacle of firearms of the current era.

The former represents the present, while the latter is the future.

Which is better or worse?Who wins and who loses?

At present, it seems that it is difficult to distinguish.

The bullet couldn't catch up with Yingluo, who was running, and Yingluo couldn't fight back under the fierce firepower.

When Feitian Yujianliu could not attack, he was already at a disadvantage.

Yingluo herself has to admit that she has not yet had the ability to confront this big killer of the industrial age head-on.

The gunfire stopped because a box of bullets had been fired.

And Yingluo was finally able to stop, gasping for breath, quite embarrassed.

But even so, it was enough to stun everyone present.

An Naiwu, Kenshin, Xuedaiba, and even those gunmen, including the strong man.

"You guy, you're just like a monkey, don't run!"

Are you an idiot?Obediently stand and let you shoot?

Yingluo showed a disdainful expression.

The strong man also knew that there would be no such good things. He looked at the ammunition around him, and there was not much left.Because of the sudden incident, there were only two boxes.

Now that half of it has been shot, if all is shot, he has no doubt that this embarrassed woman in front of him will cut off his head with ease.

But the other party is running too fast, even the bullets can't catch up, so what should I do?

The bullet had been reloaded, but he didn't fire the first time.

He suddenly saw Kenshin lying in Xuedaiba's arms, and his brows parted.

If you can run and can't hit, then you can't shoot and run.

He has never been a person who overcomes difficulties, and always comes as easily as he can.

Just like when he gave up the sword that needed to be improved over time, he chose a firearm that could stand above everyone as long as he could pull the trigger.

Murder, or bullets are more direct!

In the grin, the gunshot sounded again.

The landlord, Jian Xin, closed his eyes tightly.

At least, we can die together.

It is also a kind of happiness.

But the pain did not come as expected, a hand was wrapped around her waist, and she ran fast.

She opened her eyes and it was Yingluo.

Yingluo stopped her and Jianxin, one in each hand, and was running desperately.

But the burden on the two of them was too great, and even Yingluo felt it was very difficult.

Ba could clearly see Yingluo's critical teeth and the sweat on his forehead.

More importantly, the speed has also slowed down.

The invisible big hand that followed behind them was getting closer and closer.

"Don't mind me, Sister Yingluo, run away with Ba!"

"No, I'm just an outsider, you two brothers and sisters should run away!"

At this moment, both of them were thinking about each other.

but……

"It's so noisy, shut up for me!" Yingluo shouted loudly, "You weaklings, just wait for me to be rescued!"

The weak are not wrong.

Not only Ba, but Kenshin is also weak.

The same is true for An Naiwu, even the Xinxuan group, in her eyes, are also weak.

Because they each have their own concerns, with concerns, there will be flaws in the swordsmanship.

In most cases, the ruthless sword is stronger than the sentient sword, so the absolutely ruthless firearm is above everyone.

But Yingluo felt that he could still struggle.

Hey, isn't this body constantly surprising?Come on, let's break out again, let's fight back and see!

Nothing happened.

His arms were still the same, and his legs were still the same.

Ying Luo smiled wryly.

Man, you still have to rely on yourself!

"Hey, come in quickly!" Ah Fu waved anxiously in front of the temple gate.

Yingluo's eyes were filled with joy. First, she threw the two of them in her hands, and then she didn't care about her grace. .

The thin temple gate could not block the bullets, but it could block the sight. At least, the gunshots stopped temporarily.

Annotake and Totosai gathered in the same room.

The killer and the target, at this moment, have become lambs to be slaughtered.

This is the power of a firearm, no matter how clever a swordsman is, it cannot be used against it.

The katana sword, handed down from generation to generation, has been replaced by parts that are mass-produced on the assembly line.

Steel and machinery have become the masters of the times!

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Chapter 67 Injury

"The gunshots have stopped."

In Kenshin and Ba's hut, an outsider like Iizuka was sitting.

He held a cigarette bag in his hand, but did not smoke, his eyes were fixed on Xiaoli Mountain in the distance.

"The time is urgent, and we can only temporarily call out these people. It should be no problem. After all, even that kind of terrifying thing has been brought."

He muttered to himself, sighed, knocked out the burning tobacco leaves in the bag, and stood up.

"But it doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with me whether I win or lose." He touched the bag of hard gold in his arms, which was the reward he had just received.

"There is no need to stay here anymore, I can finally escape from this hell." He pulled down his hat, and took a last look at Jianxin's hut: "Then, farewell, Feicun!"

After he finished speaking, he walked further and further.

Are you going to Qing or North Korea?

No matter where you go, it should be better than this ghost place in Japan, right?

And with this gold, the days to come are also settled.

He acted as a double spy, working both ways between the reformists and the shogunate. Selling Kenshin was just the last "sale". There were many before, and it was extremely evil.

But these evils are for a better future.

Even in troubled times, people have the right to pursue happiness.

"Isn't Feitian Yujianliu amazing? Then compare it with a musket to see who is better!"

Unfortunately, he couldn't see the answer with his own eyes.

Yingluo was still lying on the ground, and Ba wanted to come to help, but she was stopped.

"It doesn't matter to me, just rest for a while, go and take care of Jianxin."