Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Li Xin didn't stick his head out; he lay on the ground, only feeling a rustling sound of branches and leaves above his head.

Wood chips and leaves fell like raindrops.

The whistling of bullets and the sounds of impacts mingled together in his ears.

"I wonder if Wang Erya and Uncle Ming have found a good spot to hide?"

As the thought crossed his mind, Void Reflection saw Wang Jingya hiding behind the horse carcass, lying almost flat on the ground.

I don't know if he was grazed by a bullet or if he was frightened.

He grinned and dared not look up.

Lu Changming and Sun Liancheng are also fine.

The horses were quite large, and they were lucky enough to fall into a pothole in the road.

The bullets weren't very precise, mostly sweeping past them a few centimeters above their bodies.

However, Lin Zhengxing seemed to be acting somewhat improperly.

He covered his mouth tightly, his thighs twitched uncontrollably, and blood gushed out.

Was he hit by a bullet because his leg didn't press down in time?

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Chapter 152 Top-Tier Prediction

"These scavengers dare to rob the goods that Bishop Bernard has his eye on, it's ridiculous."

Did they think that by practicing some physical skills they could contend with the firearms of the Undying Empire?

Allen, be serious, see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net?

General Adolf said it was best not to spread the news, since such things would have a bad impact internationally.

Whether they are escorts or robbers, kill them all if you can.

There are just too many of these pests; no matter how many you kill, you can't get rid of them all.

"Yes, Captain Adela, you really have a way with things. You actually managed to get your hands on such a treasure."

"Guys, stay alert and aim carefully!"

Allen emerged from the carriage, followed by seven or eight soldiers in red uniforms standing in a row, rifles held horizontally.

As soon as anyone shows their face, fire a shot.

The remaining镖师 (bodyguards) and 趟子手 (escorts) of Tongxing镖局 (escort agency) tried to escape, but none of them managed to get away.

Having just escaped the barrage of fire, they were immediately picked off one by one by riflemen.

Li Xin's eyes were cold as he crouched low, leaning against the edge of the jungle, and approached the carriage.

The branches rustled, the grass whispered...

His speed was extremely fast; the sound of his footsteps and clothes tearing in the wind was completely masked by the gunshots and screams.

It was not discovered by the foreigners.

"Pooh……"

A mosquito, unable to dodge in time, struck Li Xin's lip, smashing it to pieces.

Li Xin spat out the insect, thinking to himself, "I really need to practice a hidden weapon skill diligently from now on. Whether it's a throwing knife or a hidden arrow."

With my current speed, I can throw a hidden weapon with my bare hands much faster than I can fire a gun.

A casual flick of the wrist can still deliver a devastating blow even at a range of fifty meters.

After all, my wrist and finger strength are extremely powerful, not much different from the propellant force of a pistol.

The only problem is accuracy.

To achieve the level of precise aim and accuracy, one needs to practice day and night. It's not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Therefore, in a life-or-death confrontation, one can always discover one's own weaknesses.

I always feel like my skill set isn't enough.

They've run out of killer moves.

Just like now.

With his explosive power, it's not impossible for him to throw a stone more than a hundred meters away.

But if you don't aim accurately, throwing it is pointless.

If you shoot wildly off course, it's a joke. Furthermore, it will expose your hiding place and attract concentrated fire.

Putting aside whether he was injured or not, crawling or tumbling forward was far too pathetic.

That's the power of firearms.

You can see the muzzle of the gun, but not the bullet.

If there are three to five single-shot long spears, it is possible to predict the enemy's movements and the trajectory of the bullets in advance.

However, it's not so easy to calculate with burst-fire weapons, or the amount of calculation increases dramatically when there are many rifles.

If you want to make predictions in advance, the amount of data is simply too large.

The enemy's mindset is constantly changing, their gun barrels are always moving, and the timing of firing cannot be judged too accurately.

Even the best predictions can be wrong if the trajectory of a bullet cannot be seen.

Therefore, it should only be done as a last resort.

Li Xin would not charge forward amidst a hail of bullets.

With his current abilities, there's absolutely no need for him to play like this.

Any risk, no matter how small, is irresponsible towards one's own life.

After all, if there's a better way readily available, why not use it?

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters...

Li Xin suddenly darted out from the bushes.

With the long sword slung over his back, he swept his hands together and drew two revolvers from his waist.

"Clap clap clap..."

He fired four shots in quick succession.

Almost instantly, the four Anssa soldiers were shot in the head and fell to the side.

Li Xin's spirit was highly united...

From a dynamic perspective, the remaining five soldiers in red suddenly turned their guns around and aimed them in their direction.

Two fingers had already been gently pressed down, and it looked like they were about to be activated.

The other three are aiming.

The machine gunner on the carriage was shouting loudly...

The men, supporting the heavy weapons, quickly turned around.

The gun barrel was red-hot, and white smoke rose from it at the slightest touch, causing a careless soldier to jump up and down, cursing loudly...

clap clap...

Li Xin killed the one who was about to fire first.

They were about to fire again.

The last one to be hit was the one who dodged while lying down.

He held both guns horizontally, moving forward at a steady and light pace.

They quickly approached within ten meters.

The Anssa man first wore a mocking smile, then his face turned to fear.

Soon, they lost even their fear and were shot dead one by one by Li Xin.

From beginning to end, those gunmen didn't fire a single bullet.

"This method of fighting is not really suitable in open areas. It is safer to use rifle bursts from a distance."

Li Xin felt the bullets in the cloth bag at his waist, took out six and loaded them into the cylinder. He aimed at a sergeant who had been shot in the chest and was groaning in pain, then thought for a moment and put his pistol away.

Eleven bullets have been lost, leaving fifty-eight. We need to use them sparingly.

Handguns are useful, mainly because they are easy to carry and can be used in any situation, giving you an additional long-range weapon.

He walked over and kicked out.

click.

They kicked the previously fierce Anssa captain so hard that his neck was shattered.

【Void Reflection】Scanning the surroundings, it was found that there was no immediate danger.

He turned and shouted in Lin Jingya's direction, "Come out, all of you! These foreigners are all dead!"

"Brother Xin, your marksmanship is amazing! How did you train?"

Overjoyed, Wang Jingya also adopted the familiar way ordinary people addressed Li Xin, completely transforming into a devoted fan.

“I secretly glanced at them a few times and found that these Ansar soldiers were always hit by your bullets just before they fired.”

"They all hit the mark perfectly, without making a single mistake. It's truly amazing."

Perhaps others don't understand what Wang Jingya meant.

Lu Changming looked more closely, and of course he understood, and was also filled with shock.

In gunfights, you can't see the bullets... it's all about who can shoot faster, especially when it's one against many.

The psychological pressure was so immense that it was beyond what most people could bear.

He was able to calmly and deliberately shoot his opponents one by one, even when multiple gun barrels were pointed at him.

The difficulty of this is so high that just putting yourself in their shoes makes your head feel like it's going to explode.

Li Xinqiang's strength lies in his ability to kill with every shot fired from the first to the last, even when aimed at by five or six gunmen, without the enemy firing a single shot.

In the case of a martial arts duel or a clash of weapons, he would be able to predict how his opponent would attack and where they would strike before the opponent even made a move.

Thus, they can preemptively intercept or counterattack.

This kind of opponent is the most terrifying, no matter what environment they are in.

"No wonder the common people call you Yama Li Xin."

There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names. "If Yama (the King of Hell) calls for someone to die at midnight, he won't let them live until dawn..."

Lu Shaoming was also completely convinced.

Turning to look at Sun Liancheng, who was carrying the injured Lin Zhengxing out, he couldn't help but sigh.

They are both from the younger generation.

Compared to Li Xin, these upstarts from Shunyuan Escort Agency are simply no match.

Of course, it would be too unfair to compare these people, including Wang Jingya, with Li Xin.

"What are you looking at me for, Uncle Ming?"

Wang Jingya felt a chill run down her spine from Lu Changming's gaze and said with dissatisfaction.

I always felt that Uncle Ming was talking badly about me in his heart.

However, these are people who watched me grow up since I was a child, so let them say bad things about me, it's not a big deal.

She was just wondering, "Brother Xin, I see you seem to have some dissatisfaction with the title 'Yama,' is there perhaps some deeper meaning behind it?"