Tough Warrior in Galaxy

12 The Art of Murder

    The fat man dragged the corpse out in silence, like a dead dog. Martin Luther stepped forward and laughed and beckoned: "Don’t be afraid, Lord Qin Luo is a very kind person. May I share with you Qin. Lord Luo's warm story."

    While speaking, Martin Luther gathered these soldiers aside. As a war correspondent, his words were extremely inciting, coupled with the ability to make up stories, in a few words, Qin Luo was portrayed as a soldier who regarded soldiers as brothers. Good sir.

    But within half an hour, the soldiers' eyes gradually changed when they looked at Qin Luo. Although they still had a hint of distrust, they were much better than the pure fear before.

    Qin Luo secretly gave Martin Luther a thumbs up. This kid is a natural speaker, able to drive the atmosphere of others in the shortest possible time.

    Through the observation of the underground defense facilities, Qin Luo has a general understanding of the strength of both the enemy and ours. There are about 50 soldiers in the facility who still have combat capabilities, and outside the facilities, there are not many enemies under siege. After all, the nobles Their main purpose is to grab resources, and killing is only a secondary matter. Therefore, the enemy besieging here has only about one battalion of troops, 300 people.

    "This battle is not difficult, but these soldiers are unreliable." The fat man whispered beside Qin Luo.

    Qin Luo nodded slightly. He knew what the fat man said was reasonable. This group of soldiers had already lost the courage to resist here. Forcibly letting them out to fight would be counterproductive.

    Du Jun’s territory is a small city. Because of the war, the city was filled with thick black smoke. The metal house cut by the laser cannon collapsed, lying unscrupulously on the gray ground. Occasionally, a stray cat just looked at it blankly, and then screamed and fled.

    The air is very quiet, the laser cannon has cleared all the obstacles ahead, the besieging soldiers cats slowly towards the direction of the facility, they deliberately lower their steps, but everyone knows that after a little sound The collision of blood and flesh.

    Qin Luo closed his eyes, the enemy's course of action was constantly projected in his mind, and the calculation data continued to surface. The direct consequence of this precise calculation was that his head began to ache.

    "If you don't want to die, take up your weapons and rush out with me." Qin Luo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding soldiers.

    This group of soldiers looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes. They held the ion gun in their hands and involuntarily backed away, their legs trembling slightly.

    Qin Luo grabbed a soldier's collar abruptly and roared angrily: "Now there is still hope of alive following Lao Tzu to rush out. Staying here, there is only death. To survive Lao Tzu promises you to exempt your family from taxes!"

    This sentence seemed to touch the hearts of the soldiers. There was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the original fear. In the blue starfish, the nobles are the upper layers of the pyramid, and the management method is straightforward and brutal, that is, heavy taxes, 70% tax pressure. The civilians were out of breath.

    If it can really be exempt from tax, what a wonderful thing.

    Every civilian thinks this way, so the brilliance expected in the soldiers’ eyes is getting stronger and stronger. The brilliance is like a small fire, slowly burning into the eyes of all soldiers, turning into a towering cloud. Huge flame.

    Qin Luo was very satisfied. He held the ion gun and said loudly, "Come out with me!"

    "Yes!" the fifty soldiers shouted loudly.

    The underground defense facility is like a funnel with a window. You can see the outside situation through the inside. When the opponent is less than 500 meters away, Qin Luo led the soldiers out of the facility quietly, and they also walked very lightly. , The two sides slowly approached in silence.

    Relying on a solid metal facility as a cover, Qin Luo stared at the surrounding enemies intently, constantly calculating the distance of the opponent in his mind.

    "Shoot!" Qin Luo said softly.

    The words were very light, but they spread clearly to the ears of every soldier. The subconscious soldiers picked up the ion gun, stood up suddenly and fired directly at the place.

    Blue beams of light slid straight in the air like brilliant lights. The opponent obviously did not expect Qin Luo and the others to counterattack. They were all in a sluggish state within a short period of time, but a round of shooting, More than 30 soldiers fell to the ground.

    "Shoot, shoot!" Only then did the opposing commander realize the danger is coming, and quickly issued orders.

    A web of blue light beams intertwined and pressed towards the place where Qin Luo and others were hiding. The ion beams from Yidong Bank hit the bunker and melted round holes. Qin Luo was temporarily crushed by this fierce attack. Can't lookup.

    "Fatty!" Qin Luo shouted abruptly.

    The fat man nodded, rushed to the side very quickly, squatted behind a collapsed metal room, slowly raised his head, and aimed the ion gun in his hand at the opposing commander.

    With a soft sound, a blue beam of light came out and flew towards the opposing commander’s brain, but just as it was about to arrive, the opposing party seemed to unintentionally lower his head, seeing the ion beam rubbing against the opponent’s Flying over his head, Qin Luo leaped up suddenly, and the alloy dagger in his boots appeared in his hand instantly.

    Then he threw it towards the opponent's commander with all his strength, the alloy dagger continued to rotate in the air, and finally inserted into the opponent's chest, the huge force led the opponent to retreat continuously, and forcibly nailed the opponent to the wall.

    Qin Luo let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly his face changed. Several ion beams shot towards the bunker. There, a young soldier was raising his head. He leaped up suddenly, his figure as fast as lightning. Throwing the soldier down, the ion gun beam flew over his arm, splashing a stream of blood.

    "f**k!" Qin Luo cursed in a low voice, hiding under the cover with his arms.

    The commander died, and the remaining enemies suddenly formed a mess. Qin Luo waved his hand and the soldiers rushed out. The place where the fighting spirit had long been lost did not show the slightest resistance and fled, but the half-hour battle was over.

    Du Jun walked out of the underground defense facility with a smile on his face. He was in a good mood because his life was no longer in danger.

    "Master Qin Luo is really brave, so I won't bother you, I will clean the battlefield myself." Put an end to smile.

    Now that he was safe, his first thought was to regain his rights. Now that Qin Luo is injured, it is the best time.

    "Okay, I have no opinion." Qin Luo smiled, his arm injury has begun to slowly recover, and his recovery ability is extremely strong after rebuilding his body.

    Du Jun smiled confidently and looked at his soldiers and said, "Go, follow me to clean the battlefield and drive out all the invaders."

    For the soldiers who went out to fight and died, the remaining 36 soldiers did not respond. The young soldier who was rescued by Qin Luo had red eyes and tears in his eyes. Hundreds of years after the founding of the Federation, the commander saved the soldiers. Deeds only exist in textbooks.

    But today, it really happened here. All the soldiers saw it with their own eyes. In addition to being moved, there was deep awe in their hearts.

    "What do you want? Do you dare to disobey the order?" Stop yelling.

    The soldiers still didn't respond, they just looked at him straight, Du Jun looked at him with these eyes and felt guilty.

    He took out an ion gun and pointed it at a soldier's head and shouted: "Can you not hear what I said? I am a baron!"

    An alloy dagger appeared quietly on his neck, and Qin Luo's face appeared behind his head: "Unfortunately, you are the first noble I killed!"

    The dagger swept across Du Jun's neck lightly, and the blood raged like a faucet. He tried to avoid struggling but found that he couldn't get enough strength, and finally fell to the ground. After his body twitched violently, he lost his breath.

    Qin Luo put away the dagger, the wound on his arm had begun to scar, he moved his muscles and bones, his eyes looked towards the deepest part of the city.

    "Pick up your weapons and take back your home. Except for ourselves, no one can trample on our home arbitrarily!" Qin Luo shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Thirty-six soldiers blushed and shouted in unison, their voices hoarse!