Seventeen malnourished first battles

  Zhang Shun still didn't know that he was carrying the young master's entire hope on his body. At this moment, he was alone, crouching behind a small mound of earth, staring intently at seven or eight men not far away, who were wearing coarse hemp and animal skins, with feathers inserted into their hair.

  In the distance, the natives surrounded two large-horned deer, holding spears and shouting something, completely unaware of the shining eyes not far away.

  "Grandma! Shall we take action?"

  He counted the number of people on the other side, and Zhang Shun hesitated. Originally, he had brought four others with him, but in order not to worry the camp, they sent one person back each day to report. The last one had just left today, and he was also thinking of going back, but he didn't want to waste his trip for nothing, so he chose to go deeper, but unexpectedly encountered the target. At this moment, only he himself was left, facing seven or eight people holding spears, and he didn't have the confidence to catch one without startling the others.

  Looking at the hunting, Zhang Shun, who had only a few spears on his body, gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "Damn it, I've been hiding in this forest for four or five days, I can't just come here for nothing!" He spat and quickly put away his rifle, pulled out his pistol, and according to the young master's instructions, he crawled forward little by little towards the opponent.

  As the distance drew closer, only a few hissing sounds were heard. Zhang Shun saw that after the natives had shrunk their encirclement, they threw out their javelins with force, and soon two wild deer fell into the blood pool.

  The villagers cheered and shouted with excitement as they saw the deer fall down, and they all ran towards the deer.

  "What a great opportunity!" Seeing this, Zhang Shun patted his thigh. He knew that whoever it was, after hunting, they would definitely be in the most relaxed state of mind. At this time, people's vigilance is at its lowest. So he quickly got up and prepared to make a flying bird-like move to grab the nearest native. Unexpectedly, just as he stood up, he heard a "whooshing" sound, an arrow was stuck not far from him.

  "Ah!" Realizing he had been discovered, Zhang Shun also couldn't help but reveal himself, hastily standing up from the thicket of trees.

  "You dare to hit me!" Zhang Shun, who was almost shot by a feathered arrow, went crazy and rushed towards the native people, especially the one who shot at him, and blasted his head with a single gunshot.

  With a series of shots ringing out, those natives who were surrounding them fell down one after another, without even having time to react.

  Bang!

  Another crisp sound, and the guy in front saw a burst of blood flowers from his chest, quickly falling to the ground. "Cool!" Zhang Shun had already forgotten about grabbing his tongue, two short guns opening left and right, shooting with great joy.

  Faced with Zhang Shun's charge, the natives were frightened. They saw Ahn-er fall down with a loud noise and bleed profusely, followed by several more similar noises, and people around them fell one after another. Suddenly, they were frightened and ran back in a hurry.

  Awesome! Too awesome!

  Zhang Shun didn't think that this gun was more addictive than the hand cannon he had played with before, so he forgot about catching the living mouth. Seeing the locals running away, he hurriedly chased after them and soon entered a dense forest.

  Just as he had just remembered the mnemonic for entering the forest, he saw hundreds of natives suddenly rushing out from among the trees, with spears and arrows flying towards him like raindrops. Frightened, he fired his gun repeatedly, but soon ran out of bullets. As the natives drew closer, he didn't have time to muster up courage and immediately turned around and ran.

  Just now still spring breeze got intention, didn't think that in the blink of an eye became other people's target, Zhang Shun don't mention how depressed, one side running, one side spitting big mouthfuls of saliva, finally dodged into a mountain forest, disappeared among the trees.

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  "Master, found it!"

  As soon as he entered the house, Chen Ping saw Li Mo sitting there with a big smile on his face, and his shoulders were black. Next to him, Xiao Jue was gently rubbing something on his shoulder. "Hehe, it's not good to be shot." Seeing Chen Ping come in, Li Mo smiled and pointed to his shoulder, then laughed and said: "What did you find? Something that made Yuan Shou so excited!"

  Looking at the kind of internal injury that even a few adults could not withstand, Chen Ping couldn't help but sniffle in admiration. However, he didn't have the mood to flatter now and hastily said: "Young Master, I've found the local!"

  "That's great!" Li Mo suddenly stood up: "Is Zhang Shun okay?"

  As for Li Mo's approach of asking about people first and then asking about things, Chen Ping was also used to it, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, young master, for your concern. Zhang Shun is fine."

  Soon, Chen Ping told how Zhang Shun found the natives and how he chased them but was counter-attacked. Finally, he smiled and said: "According to what that kid said, there are at least nearly a thousand people there."

  "This son of a bitch!" Li Mo cursed with a smile, fortunately, he had finally figured out the whereabouts of the natives, so he didn't pursue Zhang Shun's mess anymore. Moreover, thinking that there were over a thousand people, if they could all be caught, it would solve the recent big problem.

  Action!

  When the first ray of sunlight rose in the morning, a guard team of more than 40 people had been prepared. Although they looked like a group of bandits who had just picked up their guns to Li Mo, it still made him feel extremely excited, because these were his own people, and where would he and these people go in the future?

  "Let's go." Li Mo said just two words and took the lead to the front of the team.

  Long Guo Zhang clenched his fists, Chen Ping was shocked, Zhao Long's eyes shone with excitement, and everyone was stunned by this unenthusiastic and straightforward style. They had thought Li Mo would give a pre-battle pep talk like those bosses of the past, but instead only got two words.

  The team moved forward in silence, for these people who had just transformed from fishermen and farmers, any words were superfluous, only the small figure walking at the very front was the most real, because that person had become their pillar.

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  "Master, it's just over there." Li Mo held up the monocular telescope left by Rudolf and looked in the direction Zhang Shun was pointing, only to see a vast open area not far away, densely packed with low houses made of branches and thatch.

  "Li Qiang, bring a few good marksmen and go around that hill." Li Mo pointed to the small mountain: "Remember, don't mess around, try to take them alive!" Although Li Qiang was more reliable than Zhang Shun, he thought this guy was really a martial arts fanatic. If someone among the locals provoked him, it would be hard to say what might happen, so Li Mo had to remind him.

  "Zhao Long, you take people out through the front door."

  "Guo Zhang, Zhang Shun, you two, one left and one right, remember, don't both get killed by me!"

  After everything was set up, Li Yunfei looked at the crimson sunset and waved his hand vigorously. "Let's begin!"

  At the sound of the order, the people who had been hiding in ambush found their targets and suddenly gunfire erupted like raindrops. Bullets rained down, kicking up clouds of dust everywhere, and in an instant the entire village was thrown into chaos. The unprepared villagers, faced with such opponents, were powerless to fight back, and they fled in all directions, covering their heads. A few who tried to resist hadn't even managed to get their heads above cover before being targeted by seven or eight guns, but of course, almost none of the bullets actually hit their mark.

  "Idiot, it's a waste of bullets!" The dense gunfire made Li Mo's heart ache, knowing he didn't have many to spare for these guys. "Tell them, one empty shot means going hungry for a day, let them handle it themselves!" He grabbed Du Dazhuang, who had become his personal guard, and after seeing that the latter had already run out of bullets in just a few shots, he kicked him hard before giving the order.

  "Ah! Huh? Ah!" Du Dazhuang was caught and suddenly burst into tears, seemingly as if he hadn't even hit anyone.

  The order is effective, at least Li defaults to using his hungry belly to threaten these guys more effectively than deducting money or wages. Soon, the gunfire began to sparse, sometimes with only one shot every few seconds, but the hit rate has increased a lot.

  "Master, isn't it time to reel in the net?" Li Mo had no interest in this uneventful battle, but Chen Ping was excited, holding up his binoculars and looking for half a day without feeling tired.

  "Don't rush, opportunities are rare, let everyone practice their marksmanship." Li Mo shook his head, although he also hated to waste bullets, but this was the best live-fire training opportunity, so he generously waved his hand.

  As he watched some of the resisting natives fall, Li Mo, who was feeling bored, suddenly saw Thomas hiding in the back, drawing random patterns on his chest with both hands. Originally, he didn't want to bring this guy out, but as soon as he heard it was about catching natives, he became more enthusiastic than himself and even volunteered, saying that Old Thomas had taught him some native language, so he brought him along.

  It's so boring! Li Mo let out a sigh and walked over to tease, "Thomas, are you praying for them? You're too kind-hearted!"

  "Bullshit! I'm allergic to gunfire!" Thomas really wanted to knock this little, yet unresisting guy out with one punch, but considering his insufficient combat power, he gave up. "Dear Li, don't you think it's enough? They have no ability to resist at all, just like a bunch of turkeys."

  "No, no, no." Li Mo said three "no"s in a row, shaking his head. In his heart, he thought: "I can't tell you that the young master is treating this as real combat training." So he quickly put on a serious expression and said: "This is for our common cause. You should know that these Indians have very strong aggression. We must intimidate them, make them never dare to resist again, so they will be willing to work for you and help you dig out the gold as soon as possible."

  "It's your gold!" Thomas shouted in his heart, but thinking that he also had 5% of the shares and Li Mo promised that except for the gold mine, he only wanted 60% of other resources. Moreover, as soon as he thought of the map still in Li Dashi's hand and the mysterious Far Eastern Golden Finger Technique, Thomas immediately shut his mouth.

  Before long, the sky turned dark and the results of the battle were quickly tallied. However, these results filled Li's mind with black lines. "Two thousand three hundred rounds of ammunition were expended, forty-four people were killed, and eighty-six people were injured!"

  It takes fifty-two bullets to kill a guy who doesn't even fight back? Lord have mercy, what kind of shooting is that?

  "We didn't have dinner all night!"