Chapter 58: 58 twenty-nine
Chapter 58 58 Twenty-nine
To Dawes, the man's attire seemed strange. Because he has never seen anyone wearing such equipment.
I saw the man who pushed aside the grass, wearing a gray-green soft hat, with something like a garland made of grass and branches on the soft hat. The grass above his head makes him almost blend in with the surrounding environment, making him very difficult to distinguish.
The man had leather ammunition pouches under his ribs, strung by armed belts, on both sides. On both sides of the ammunition bag, hanging on the left is a slender bayonet scabbard, and on the right is a pistol holster.
The style of men's tops is a bit long, and the hem can cover their knees. Further down was a pair of long leather boots, an outfit that looked handsome to Dawes.
I saw this man walking step by step to the side of the fire, and stabbed to death a bandit who was still groaning with a bayonet in his hand. The screams stopped abruptly after a second, and Daos was so frightened that he quickly shrank away. Back behind the tree where I was hiding.
Because he saw the man raise his head and look towards the place where he was hiding while drawing the bayonet from the corpse.
He was familiar with that look, very, very familiar.
This was the look he had when he looked at the women huddled together in the carriage. This is the look in his eyes when he looks at those businessmen hiding among the dead.
He has no mercy for these prey. He will threaten women with the children in their arms to make women obey him and his accomplices. After venting his animal desires, he killed women and children, sparing no one.
He would smile shamelessly at the businessmen who were kneeling to beg for mercy, promise to let them go, and then after taking the money they had hidden on their bodies, he would pierce the other person's throat with a long sword and watch the other person struggle painfully on the ground. Until motionless.
Previously, he relied on killing and cruelty to cover up his inner weakness and cowardice, and relied on **** methods to maintain his position in the bandit group.
But at this moment, he saw something different from the man who was cleaning up the battlefield. The man was indifferent and calm, as if he was cleaning up a pile of garbage that no one wanted.
Yes, right now, he saw a sense of calmness in the other person, which made him feel despair, an uncomfortable despair all over his body.
He couldn't even muster the courage to raise a gun and shoot, because he knew that there were some terrible ghosts lurking around this battlefield, peering over here, like ghosts with hatred.
"Twenty-nine..." Another bush was pushed aside, and a man in the same attire came out with a shining bayonet, and said in a deep voice: "They are the bandits from Daos."
“There are only 27 corpses here.” The man who showed up first, with blood still dripping from his bayonet, said, “Your Excellency will be very unhappy if you let these blood-dead guys go.”
“Don’t worry! None of the prey in the encirclement can escape.” The third man who appeared like a ghost pushed aside the grass and threw a young bandit back to the fire.
The bandit begged for mercy loudly, with a cry in his voice: "Spare me! Spare me! I know I was wrong! I was forced too, yes! Yes! I was forced! Spare me!"
While begging for mercy, he secretly touched the dagger in his arms. In fact, despite his young age, he was already a vicious gangster with blood on his hands and killed dozens of people.
And his best trick is to pretend to be pitiful in front of the enemy. When the opponent relaxes their vigilance, he will violently counterattack, kill the opponent or take hostages.
Unfortunately, his plan didn't seem to go so smoothly this time, because just as he touched the dagger in his arms, he heard terrifying words above his head behind him.
"I'm sorry! You have done so much evil that you have no choice but to die here." The man who made the last stab picked up the bayonet and stabbed him through the chest easily: "Go to another world to atone for your sins! Go and pay for those who were killed by you. Old people, children and women repent!”
The young bandit looked at the sharp bayonet protruding from his chest in disbelief. Until he died, he couldn't believe that someone could kill someone without hesitation like him.
"Twenty-eight!" The man who was obviously the leader had already removed the bayonet from the muzzle of his gun. He inserted the bayonet back into his scabbard with a clean movement and fastened the imitation buckle that had fallen off.
He turned around, his back pointed right at the place where Dawes was hiding. At this time, Daos, who stuck his head out to observe and was about to look for an opportunity to escape, discovered that behind this group of people, there were also pieces of equipment.
The leading man was carrying a canvas backpack behind him, with wear-resistant leather reinforced at the corners. Under the backpack, there is a water bottle and a short-handled shovel fixed to the armed belt.
No army in this era is willing to equip its soldiers with such complete pieces of equipment, not to mention that this group of people is equipped with pistols on each side!
So, Daos can be very sure that these people who come to trouble him are definitely not the army, but someone's private army!
These terrifying-looking private armed forces carefully inspected every corpse on the scene. It was obvious that they did not want to let anyone live.
"Ah!" Finally, a gangster who was pretending to be dead couldn't stand the pressure and jumped up, drew out the long sword from his waist, shouted and rushed towards the man wearing a gray-green military uniform who was nearest to him. As a result, the man held a gun in both hands, and with a flexible side step, he avoided the incoming sword. Then he was seen lunging forward, reaching out for his rifle as fast as lightning, and the bayonet at the muzzle plunged into the bandit's stomach.
The bandit tried hard to lift the long sword in his hand, but his strength quickly passed away. Finally, he let go of the hand holding the sword. After the bayonet was withdrawn, he knelt on the ground, curled up and fell down.
"Hell!" The blood spurted from the bloodletting tank stained the man's cuffs red. He cursed and took a half step back to avoid the red blood spreading on the ground.
"I haven't seen Daos...he's still nearby." Not far away, the man who had finished checking the body of the last bandit stood up and reminded him.
"He can't run away." The leading man was none other than Loew. Following Tang Mo's orders, he led a team of trained mercenaries to the vicious forest for actual combat training.
They have the most systematic equipment provided by Tang Mo, a complete set of equipment that is more perfect than they imagined. Each of them has a tent, a kettle and a lunch box, as well as special convenience food processed from flour.
These things brought them a lot of convenience when fighting in the jungle, and also made them more trustful in Tang Mo's design.
The well-designed H-shaped armed belt allows them to easily carry more things, including sufficient bullets and bayonet pistols and other weapons.
Speaking of weapons, we have to mention the bullets that Tang Mo specially equipped for them this time!
Although these bullets are no different in design from the bullets Tang Mo provided to Earl Fisherot, the core "gunpowder" in them has been completely improved.
Tang Mo made the smokeless gunpowder he prepared into a batch of bullets and specially provided them to his close soldiers.
Smokeless gunpowder emits very little smoke and is more useful in jungle warfare. It reduces the risk of exposing the firing position and somewhat improves the safety of some gunpowders.
Lew and others, who are equipped with K1 fast guns, are also equipped with revolvers, which can be said to be very sophisticated.
Seeing that these well-equipped private soldiers who had never appeared before seemed to have no intention of looking for him, Dawes was slightly relieved.
He felt that there were definitely not many people on the other side, so he did not have the guts to spread out and look for him, the fish that slipped through the net. However, he was very confused, wondering how the other party could rely on such a small number of people to fire such a dense amount of bullets.
"Okay! Stop playing!" At this moment, Loew in the distance shouted loudly to someone.
Dawes was stunned when he heard the shout, and then he did not dare to move because he felt that the other party was using words to deceive him, and he certainly could not take the initiative to go out and die. As long as these people lose their patience, they will definitely leave, and then he can save his life.
"I said... do you think... you hid it well?" Just when Dawes thought he might have escaped, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Dawson was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he subconsciously prepared to raise the musket in his hand.
Unfortunately, his hand was pinned in the air by a hand, and a **** **** was cut horizontally on his neck by a dagger.
Blood immediately sprayed out, directly staining the skirt of his chest red. His left hand subconsciously dropped the other pistol in his hand and covered the wound on his neck.
He tried hard to block the hole that was constantly spurting out blood, but due to his blood pressure, his efforts seemed to be in vain.
Like a fountain, blood spurted out from between his fingers and rolled into his collar. Because he had killed so many businessmen and women, he could even imagine what he looked like now.
He felt that he would look very embarrassed and extremely ugly. His expression must have been so desperate that he couldn't even scream.
As soon as he opened his mouth, blood began to spurt out of his mouth. He found that the strength of the hand holding him had disappeared, so he staggered forward two steps.
With almost all his strength, he turned around and saw a young man dressed like those people standing next to the big tree where he was hiding.
“Twenty-nine! One or more, they are all here!” This was the last sound he heard in this world.
Then, he no longer had any consciousness and went to the endless hell.
(End of this chapter)