N-M Chapter 15 How many sugarcanes is one foreigner worth?
Chapter 15 How many sugarcanes is one foreigner worth?
The three foreigners walked inside, cursing and swearing.
They started shouting for everyone to stop, but apart from a few guys on the outermost edge who noticed and slipped away, most people were still attacking each other.
They were so hot-blooded that they were hard to listen to.
There was nothing they could do, so the three foreigners exchanged glances.
One of the burlyest guys stepped forward and began smashing each person in front of him with the butt of his rifle.
The other two held guns with the muzzles slightly upwards to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him and taking his gun.
"Fuck you, you dead pig, stop right now!"
That burly foreigner was putting all his strength into every strike; the solid wood gun butt hurt much more than a slap.
His efforts were initially very effective; everyone he hit dared not speak out and slunk away.
This foreigner seemed to have regained his confidence and strode headlong into the center of the chaos.
"Get out, all of you get out!"
He shouted, but no one paid him any attention. When he came to his senses, he found himself surrounded by a crowd.
Even so, not a single person dared to attack him or even seize his gun, which shows how much power these foreign overseers had accumulated over time.
He became increasingly confident and began to wildly wave the butt of his gun in the crowd.
"Snapped!"
A seemingly ordinary slap rang out, except that the person being slapped was somewhat different.
It was that burly foreigner.
He was stunned for a moment, then roared:
"Fuck, who? Who is it?!"
He turned the butt of the rifle around and pointed the muzzle forward, but no one answered.
In the darkness, another object flew out and hit the foreigner squarely on the head.
"Splat~"
It turned out to be a few rotten cabbages and a clump of rice.
A slap might be an accidental injury, but this meal can only be described as having a clear objective.
"Fuck!"
"Bang!"
He finally lost his temper and fired, aiming directly at the spot where the rice ball had been thrown, but he missed everything.
The shot startled Old Cui outside the door. He couldn't help but step out of the kerosene lamp's reach, past the woodpile, and peer inside.
"Chance!"
Fang Jianqiu lowered his body very low, then suddenly dashed out, covering the short distance of a few meters in an instant.
Old Cui, the foreigner, was indeed qualified to stay and guard the gate. He had sharp ears. He sensed a gust of wind behind him, but instead of turning around, he bent his knees and prepared to roll forward.
"Just one step more!"
His reaction was incredibly fast, but unfortunately, Fang Jianqiu was even faster.
His left arm tightened around Lao Cui's neck like an iron hoop, his right hand gripped his left elbow, and his body leaned back, pressing all his strength onto Lao Cui's trachea.
The rear naked choke is one of the fastest techniques for a person to subdue another person with their bare hands. Once the rear naked choke is in place, if the angle is right, it can cause the person to faint or even suffer brain death in just a few seconds!
Old Cui instinctively tried desperately to pry at the arm, but the arm didn't budge; it was all in vain.
His face turned bright red in just a moment.
In the last moment before his consciousness faded, Old Cui finally remembered the rifle in his hand, and his fingers convulsively pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out, bullets struck the area around the two men's feet, kicking up a cloud of dust.
It's been exposed.
Fang Jianqiu didn't care at all. After feeling that the foreigner in his hand had stopped moving, he directly released his right arm and snatched the spear from the foreigner's hand.
With the spear in hand, Fang Jianqiu recognized its model at a glance:
"Winchester Model 1873, a classic among classics."
Fang Jianqiu knocked the foreigner down, then used his right hand to cock the lever mechanism, skillfully pushing it back and forth to eject a brass cartridge case from the magazine and load a new bullet into it.
"Bang!"
The bullet precisely pierced Old Cui's forehead as he lay on the ground.
Almost simultaneously, Fang Jianqiu's Hextech Rune unlocking experience surged forward. He glanced at it briefly, then bent down and took the Colt revolver from the foreigner's waist.
"One foreigner, two hundred sugarcanes? That's more than I expected, this is perfect..."
Fang Jianqiu once again hid in the darkness, standing beside the woodpile and picking up the Winchester.
"Fuck! Old Cui got ambushed! These bastards are trying to rebel!"
"Stop saving your bullets, get these bastards out of here!"
The three foreigners had just finished their loud exchange when the gunshot that killed Old Cui rang out.
The burly foreigner fired the first shot, and an innocent Japanese man who was already fleeing the scene was hit by a bullet.
In fact, the melee had already shown signs of stopping when the gunshots rang out, but now that someone had been shot, everyone was running around like madmen.
"Fuck! Fuck! A bunch of...!"
The burly foreigner tried to fire at the crowd again, but a bullet pierced his chest.
"Well...!"
The burly foreigner clutched his wound in a daze, the pain causing him to kneel down and lose his strength.
"There!"
Gunpowder made every shot of this era produce extremely thick smoke, and combined with the flash, it was clearly visible even in the darkest night.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunshots rang out one after another.
But Fang Jianqiu had already moved to the other side of the woodpile.
"You need to focus your attention on one specific location."
Fang Jianqiu briefly experienced the feeling he had just experienced, then leaned out again, half-squatting and squinting at the two foreigners standing straight in the room.
"Bang! Crack~ Bang! Crack~"
He finally made use of the lever rifle's greatest advantage: its rate of fire.
puff~
A barely audible sound of a bullet entering flesh rang out.
Two headshots!
The two foreigners collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream.
Another four hundred sugarcanes were brought into the tent.
Fang Jianqiu stood up, walked out of the woodpile cover, and fired a shot at the burly foreigner lying on the ground, once again a headshot.
Another two hundred sugarcanes were brought into the tent.
Including Old Cui, who died first, a total of eight hundred sugarcanes were brought into the tent.
Thus, the Prismatic Hextech Rune.
[Draw your sword: Ranged weapon range reduced, your constitution greatly increased, ranged weapon power increased by 200%, and you gained life steal!]
It's unlocked.
"Finally..."
It was originally a hasty action caused by an accident, but who could have imagined that it would lead to Fang Jianqiu's perfected runes right from the start.
Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Jianqiu accepted the rune and walked towards the three corpses.
......
The people in the room were somewhat dazed by this huge reversal of events.
The foreigners who were swaggering and arrogant just a moment ago are now cold corpses on the ground.
Almost no one dared to stand on the field anymore; they huddled together, crouching or lying down, staring at the shadow from which the gunshots were coming.
Fang Jianqiu carried the Winchester out.
Some of the guys immediately recognized that this was the person who had slapped them first, but when Fang Jianqiu's gaze swept over them, they all lowered their heads, and even the swollen bumps on their faces seemed to no longer hurt.
Fang Jianqiu ignored them and went straight to the three corpses, starting to search their bodies. Unfortunately, apart from a few guns, there were no more bullets.
"Brother Xiao, do you know how to use a gun?"
Fang Jianqiu asked loudly.
Xiao Yuanshan, who had witnessed the entire event, finally emerged, his face filled with a complex expression:
"Hehe, Brother Fang, how many more times do you intend to shock the old man before you're satisfied?"
"As for guns, do you know that this old man fought those British and French devils decades ago? Back then, I went from using a broadsword to a musket, and my old brothers and I captured several cannons!"
It seemed that Fang Jianqiu had put pressure on him, and Old Man Xiao couldn't help but reveal some of his past experiences.
"I trust Brother Xiao's skills, you can take this gun."
Fang Jianqiu handed a Winchester and Colt revolver to Old Man Xiao. The little boy next to him also wanted to take one, but was scolded by Old Man Xiao:
"You can't even hold this gun steady. Who are you going to shoot, the foreigners or me? Stay behind us, and if things get weird, run!"
Fang Jianqiu carried three long spears on his back and three revolvers hanging from his waist.
Xiao Yuanshan had no objections whatsoever, and even wanted to give the revolver to Fang Jianqiu as well.
After the two had dressed simply, Fang Jianqiu asked:
"Brother Xiao, I need to go to the boiler room to rescue Ye Lang first. What are your plans?"
Xiao Yuanshan answered without the slightest hesitation:
"I'll go with you! Don't worry, the old man won't hold us back. Besides, I know a shortcut, though there might be more foreigners there. Want to go?"
At this moment, the effects of the Bright Sword rune began to appear, and Fang Jianqiu could feel that the previously slightly heavy spear was no longer a burden.
Now, time is life. He doesn't know how long Ye Lang has been locked in that steamer. Every minute that passes, his life becomes more dangerous.
Therefore, Fang Jianqiu said decisively:
"Give me directions, Brother Xiao!"