"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Shi Liwei and Yuwen Hantao, compared to Zhu Chengtai, seemed much calmer. After choosing the target, they did not rush to open fire. Instead, they waited for the Tartars' movement trajectory to be basically finalized before gently pulling the trigger. This ensures that the Tartars locked by them would never have the chance to stand up again after falling down.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Sure enough, with two gunshots, the two Tartars fell to the ground.

After they fell down, they remained motionless, obviously they were dead to death.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Other snipers also fired.

For those old snipers, accurately killing targets at a distance of less than 40 meters is not a problem at all. The only problem is to avoid accidentally injuring hostages as much as possible. However, in such a situation, it is impossible to not die a hostage. As long as most of the hostages can be rescued, the task will be completed successfully.

With the sound of gunshots, the Tartars behind the hostages kept falling down, and their control ability gradually weakened. However, the gunshots caused the hostages to panic, and they ran aimlessly. Some hostages just blocked the bullet's way. As a result, it was inevitable that some hostages were hit and fell down regretfully.

"Let's go down!"

"Everyone is down!"

Zhang Zhun waved his hands and shouted loudly.

Some hostages heard it, hurriedly lay down and barely avoided the bullets. However, some of the hostages in panic did not hear it, or even if they heard it, they could not react, what exactly they were going to do. These women were ruined and ravaged by the Tartars, and their nerves were basically numb, and their daily actions were like walking corpses. At this time, where could they react quickly?

The Minnie bomb will not divide the Han people and the Tartars. As long as it blocks its way forward, it will break away hard. In troubled times, human life is like grass, and it is fully reflected here. However, in the face of such a scene, no one will hesitate. Whether it can survive can only depend on God's arrangement. After all, the Tartars behind the hostages are the real culprits.

Seeing the hostages lie down, some Tartars also lie down to avoid bullets from the guards. As for those Tartars who were still standing foolishly, they were all knocked over to the ground without exception. Soon, there was no one standing in front of them anymore. Whether the dead or the living, they were already lying in the grass. Many of the tips of the grass were stained with sticky blood.

The gunshots gradually became sparse. The grassland returned to silence. However, the fingers of each guard soldier were still firmly pressing on the trigger, and his eyes were closely observing the movements of the Tartars. Because everyone knew that there were living people in the grassland. Maybe, when would the Tartars suddenly jump out.

It was almost time for a moment that a Tartar really jumped out. After he jumped up, he jumped to the left, to the right, to the forward, and to the back, as if a wizard was jumping on a great god. It seemed that through such actions, he could avoid bullets. In fact, the shamanism believed in by the Tartars did have many strange actions. This Tartar might have inspired him from the shamanism.

However, it is conceivable what consequences his actions will have. The great gods who jumped under the noses of the guards need to be approved by the guards. If they are not approved, then only...

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots in a row.

The three snipers pulled the trigger almost at the same time.

The beating Tartar suddenly stopped like a lightning strike, as if he had been imposed. Then, his body slowly and slowly tilted forward. Finally, he fell to the ground all of a sudden. Because of inertia, after he pounced on it, his legs were still strangely raised. After a while, his legs slowly fell down and there was no movement.

"Drink God."

"interesting!"

Zhang Zhun talked to himself coldly.

I wonder what other Tartars have to do?

Suddenly, another Tartar jumped up and kept waving a scimitar on his chest. The light of the knife completely enveloped his chest, and he could only see a snow-white piece. It seemed that this Tartar was definitely a master of swordplay. His movement was probably to use a rapidly rotating blade to block the incoming bullets.

"Bang!"

The sniper gun fired.

This time, Shi Liwei was the first to pull the trigger.

"when!"

A vaguely, an extremely short sound could be heard, which ended suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the Tartar's movements were like he was immersed in a fixed manner, and completely paused. Then, he raised his scimitar in disbelief, looked carefully, and didn't know what to see from the scimitar. In the end, he didn't know what he saw from the scimitar, his eyes closed helplessly, and his body fell backwards. Inertia caused his legs to rise up, then slowly fall down, and finally completely stretched out, without any sound.

"Play a big knife in front of Guan Gong."

"interesting!"

Zhang Zhun continued to talk to himself coldly.

The two strange movements of the Tartars made Zhang Zhun and others feel quite curious.

Perhaps, there are more Tartars below, who want to perform wonderful performances?
Chapter completed!