Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1173 - 1174: Eyes Red with Rage

Agu struggled desperately, suddenly feeling a pistol at the waist of the Black Supervisor.

Without hesitation, he drew out the pistol, unlocked it, and aid it at the Black Supervisor.

This froze the Black Supervisor, whose hands instinctively shot up in surrender.

The two guards were taken aback, rushing towards Agu, shouting orders.

"Drop the gun, or we'll shoot you."

The Black Supervisor looked at Agu with terror written all over his face.

"Don't shoot, let's talk this over, whatever you do, don't shoot!"

Agu's eyes were filled with hatred.

"You devil, go to hell."

Bang bang!

Agu pulled the trigger, the bullet pierced through the Black Supervisor's jaw and out through his head, brain matter and blood splattering onto Agu's face.

The body of the Black Supervisor fell, collapsing onto Agu.

The two guards rushed over, the dark barrels of their guns aid at Agu's head, fingers ready to pull the trigger.

Just then, a group of slaves rushed over from afar.

One slave, half of his eyebrow missing, grabbed one guard from behind, forcing him to the ground.

At the sa ti, another guard was also pinned down by soone.

The man with the broken eyebrow wielded a sharpened steel rod, thrusting it into the guard's throat, pinning him to the ground.

The other guard was strangled to death by more than a dozen slaves.

This rebellion threw the mine's sentries into chaos, the sharp alarm resounding throughout the mine.

Not far away, a dense group of rcenaries, fully ard, rushed over.

The man with the broken eyebrow pulled Agu up, patted him on the shoulder, and praised him.

"Brother, well done, you're a true Chinese hero."

Agu looked at the rcenaries charging over in the distance with difficulty.

"Brother Zhou, I've caused trouble for everyone."

Brother Zhou laughed heartily, picking up a rifle from the ground and casually tossing it to Agu.

"Better to die free than to live as a slave; since death is inevitable, why not go out blazing? I can't tolerate this any longer."

Agu's blood boiled, holding the rifle, waving his hand and shouting.

"Brother Zhou is right, better to die free than to live as a slave, let's fight them!"

Everyone roared wildly: "Better to die free than to live as a slave, let's fight them."

Over twenty miners roared together, their montum surpassing that of a mighty army.

So wielded iron pickaxes, others brandished sharpened steel rods, and the luckier ones had daggers.

Among them, Agu and Brother Zhou's rifles beca the most powerful weapons.

Bang bang bang!

The other side opened fire, the fierce rain of bullets sweeping over, two slaves were hit and collapsed imdiately.

Brother Zhou shouted: "Don't fight them head-on, let's get down into the mine first."

Everyone sward after Brother Zhou into the nearest mine shaft.

By coincidence, it was the very tunnel that had collapsed earlier, trapping Yang Fei inside.

rcenaries surrounded the mine, two of them rushing too fast, exposing themselves.

Brother Zhou fired twice, instantly blowing the heads off the two rcenaries.

The rest of the rcenaries, not expecting that this group of lowly slaves would even know how to handle guns, shouted in alarm, hurried to find cover, and then fired towards the mine.

The mine tunnel was extrely narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

Brother Zhou and Agu, along with others, hid behind stones on the side of the tunnel wall, bullets whizzing past but unable to hit them.

Brother Zhou held his rifle steadily, aiming outside, suddenly fired a shot with a bang, and another target went down with a screech.

Agu admired him greatly: "Brother Zhou, I never expected your spear technique to be this good."

Brother Zhou laughed heartily.

"When I served in the army back ho, I participated in shooting competitions in our military district, once winning third place."

As he spoke, he pressed his cheek against the barrel, fired another shot with a bang.

Five hundred ters away, a rcenary behind cover was shot in the forehead, collapsing dead without a sound.

Agu sincerely praised: "Brother Zhou, your spear technique is absolutely incredible."

Brother Zhou chuckled twice.

"No matter how good it is, it's useless without bullets, how many rounds do you have left?"

Agu was startled, quickly reaching for several magazines.

"All my bullets are here, not many left."

Brother Zhou smiled when he saw: "Not bad young man, you know to collect ammo."

"These few bullets are enough, take down a dozen or more rcenaries, draw them in, we fight bayonet to bayonet, take down one to break even, two to earn…"

Whoosh!

Just then, a rcenary from afar, shouldering a missile launcher, fired a missile in their direction.

The missile trailed a long plu of flas, roaring towards them.

Brother Zhou was shocked, pounced over, and pressed Agu down, his voice shrill.

"Everyone take cover!"

Boom!

The missile exploded, the violent shockwave causing devastating destruction within the mine tunnel.

Countless large stones fell, crushing three or four slaves to death.

At the sa ti, five or six slaves who could not dodge were blown apart by the shockwave, leaving a scene of carnage.

The steel-frad mine tunnel, swayed as if about to collapse, large stones still falling with a loud crash, the situation extrely dangerous.

In an instant, within the mine tunnel, screams of terror and agony filled the air.

Brother Zhou, holding Agu, hid behind a steel fra, miraculously unhard.

Agu's half face was blackened by smoke, his internal organs injured by the shockwave, blood gushing from his lips.

Not far away, taking advantage of the explosion, a group of rcenaries sward towards them, firing wildly, bullets whistling through the air.

"Those sons of bitches!"

Brother Zhou grabbed the rifle, firing rapidly, instantly taking down five or six rcenaries.

Brother Zhou wanted to shoot again, but the trigger clicked on an empty chamber, the bullets spent.

At this mont, a large group of rcenaries, howling, charged into the mine tunnel.

Amidst the mad barrage of bullets, five or six Chinese workers who couldn't hide deeper into the tunnel were riddled with holes, collapsing in pools of blood.

Brother Zhou roared, grabbing Agu by the arm.

"Brothers, let's fight them."

The remaining Chinese worker slaves knew the final mont had co.

In the narrow mine tunnel, an earth-shattering roar erupted.

"Fight them, kill!"

Countless Chinese worker slaves erged from hiding, wielding iron pickaxes and steel pipes, charging at the gun-wielding rcenaries.

In such a narrow space, rcenaries couldn't fire freely.

The ferocious n fitted bayonets, charging at the Chinese worker slaves.

Thunk!

A Chinese worker slave was stabbed in the heart by a well-trained rcenary.

Undeterred, he charged into the bayonet, biting down on the rcenary's throat.

Oppressed for too long, the Chinese worker slaves, though weak in body, now unleashed all their strength.

In an instant, five or six Chinese worker slaves fell with rcenaries in mutual destruction.

They attacked clumsily with iron pickaxes, bit, grabbed throats, recklessly pounced.

Brother Zhou and Agu witnessed the scene, their eyes turning red.