Evil never ends

Of course, Tang Mo couldn't possibly think about such far-reaching effects and what relationship they had with him at this moment; he was also starting to feel a bit nervous.

He had already fired his Left-Wheel Handgun three times! There were still three bullets left in the chamber, and these three bullets were almost all the firepower he could rely on in a short period.

He didn't have time to check how many rifles old Roger had loaded behind him, so the only thing he could be sure of was the three rounds in his Left-Wheel Handgun.

And to speak honestly, no one could really say whether or not the paper cartridge ammunition of this era would malfunction, so Tang Mo was also worried about the current battle situation, as everything was starting to exceed his expectations.

Since he really didn't know how many bandits there were, as the reserve ammunition that could be fired immediately became scarcer, the risks on the battlefield were obviously becoming higher and higher.

For Tang Mo, the situation was terrible because the more he killed, the more it meant he was drawing the bandits' hatred towards him.

If he ended up captured later, even if only to placate their subordinates, the enemy would probably execute him, chop him up, and feed him to the dogs...

"Ya!" A bandit, eyes red with killing intent, appeared once more, this time leaping from the roadside bushes and shouting loudly.

Clearly, the other party wasn't trying to intimidate Tang Mo but was trying to bolster their courage. Although they didn't believe Tang Mo's weapon could fire continuously, so many people had already died, and this group of bandits clearly found themselves in a difficult situation.

In this dense forest, where killing and robbing people served as their livelihood, the number of people they had was their fundamental basis for survival. After losing so many lives, what awaited them was essentially annihilation.

So this group of people had almost given up the thought of running away, relying instead on the courage brought by desperation, planning to wipe out these unknown travelers before them in one go.

Tang Mo naturally wasn't going to surrender without a fight; even though he increasingly felt that the battle was slipping out of his control, turning over and letting them slaughter him was definitely not his style.

Therefore, when that thief rushed out of the bushes, he turned his gun in the first instance he saw him, aiming at the target.

When the opponent was still five or six steps away from him, Tang Mo pulled the trigger once again, this time deliberately making some aiming preparations so that the bullet hit the bandit's vital spot.

The opponent's head was directly pierced by the horizontal bullet, and he fell backward, collapsing beside a corpse.

His Longsword fell to the ground with a clang, and with that crisp sound, another bandit, slung with a bow, finally charged into the clearing.

This bandit had a strong figure, with muscular arms exposed; he wore a steel helmet and even had chain mail on.

It was apparent that this was the leader of the bandits. Given the opponent's attire, or rather the imposing momentum with which he charged forward, Tang Mo confirmed this at a glance.

The opponent was well-equipped and physically strong, and he quickly closed the distance with Tang Mo in just a few steps. Tang Mo didn't hold back, pulling the trigger once more towards the burly man.

"Bang!" A gunshot and the white smoke spewing from the muzzle appeared almost simultaneously, with a bullet flying out of the barrel, crashing into the man's chain mail with unstoppable force.

It turned out that chain mail couldn't actually stop bullets from close-range firearms; not even plate armor could!

However, because of the chain mail's resistance, the burly man only staggered after being shot, but he still charged towards Tang Mo with his Longsword raised high.

With the gaslight from the lantern hanging alongside the carriage, Tang Mo could even see the sharp, cold glint reflected off the edge of the opponent's Longsword.

*Feeling the pressure the opponent exerted and the chill rushing from his feet to his head, Tang Mo unhesitatingly pulled the trigger once again.*

The chamber started to rotate as Tang Mo pulled the trigger, and the mechanism reliably completed the reload and fired process.

The next second, in the terrified gaze of the burly man, a puff of white smoke engulfed his vision, while a bullet hit his body directly.

The first shot had already given him a strong impact; in fact, he had been wounded, with blood soaking through the shirt under his mail, flowing down along the cold armor.

At the spot where the bullet had hit the chain mail, the tightly linked iron rings were severely deformed due to the enormous force, with many links already fallen apart. In the center of the twisted and deformed chain mail was a hole gushing with blood.

The second shot opened another hole in his mail, this time right through his chest, blasting through his chain mail and into his heart.

To his death, he never understood what exactly was the thing in Tang Mo's hands. That could fire five shots in a row, leaving him and his brothers to die here in despair.

Of course, Wes, standing aside, hadn't expected it either. He held his Longsword, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

*It wasn't the bloody scene that frightened him; after all, as a Ranger, he'd witnessed even more brutal situations.*

*He was shocked—he felt that his agile skills and rich combat experience were a joke before that young man.*

*Despite having gone through countless vicious battles, he now saw Tang Mo as a more terrifying devil than these bandits.*

*Even if faced with ten more bandits, Wes had the courage and confidence to maneuver, even to fight blow for blow and kill these bastards one by one.*

*However, when he saw the weapon in Tang Mo's hand, he began to doubt his own power, and in some respect, Tang Mo had overturned everything Wes relied on for survival!*

*It was like an old scholar who taught the Earth being flat his whole life suddenly encountered the theory that the Earth is round; it was like a doctor who bled patients for treatment his entire life suddenly learned the correct medical theory.*

*Overall, this subversion made Wes breathe uneasily, and he subconsciously used his hand to tug at his collar, not even caring when the buttons popped off.*

A divine weapon that could fire five shots in a row in close combat! A treasure that could swiftly end the battle, no matter how the opponent dodged.

From now on, Rangers might not even exist; any child or elder, as long as they held such a weapon, could easily take down a mercenary Ranger with seasoned combat prowess!

Tang Mo smelled the increasingly strong scent of blood in the air, a bloody smell that even the scent of sulfur could hardly cover.

*His nerves were still on edge, but the suddenly persisting silence made him more aware of the details around him.*

Around the carriage, corpses of various kinds lay scattered. A total of seven bandits that Tang Mo had personally killed could be seen!

*Although Tang Mo had already seen dead bodies before crossing over, he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn uncontrollably at this moment.*

Since Wes was still alive, there must be at least two more bodies behind the carriage, meaning nine of these bandits had already become cold corpses.

"Wes! Keep hidden." Tang Mo held his Left-Wheel Handgun, waiting for the white smoke in front of the carriage door to dissipate. The smoke from the gunpowder combustion languidly swirled under the lamplight, almost as if it had a life of its own.

He reminded Wes, who immediately snapped back to his senses, quickly leaning against the side of the carriage, vigilantly watching the surroundings.

The atmosphere became eerie for a moment; except for the gradually returning sound of insects, there was no other sound around.

Either all the bandits had perished under Tang Mo's gunfire, or the remaining bandits had lost their courage and fled after seeing their companions slaughtered.

Whatever the case, the situation for Tang Mo and his group could be said to be gradually improving. At least Roger, after loading the third Quick Gun, gave Tang Mo a slight signal.

Though the Left-Wheel Handgun in Tang Mo's hand was empty, he had enough to fire three more shots, counting the three rifles Roger had just loaded.

Meanwhile, under the gaslight, Wes had already reloaded his flintlock pistol, which meant that Tang Mo's side had roughly regained half of their combat power.

Under such circumstances, if the bandits rashly attacked again, they would surely suffer another severe loss—likely losing four more lives, if not more...

"Wes... go clear the roadblock!" After about five minutes of waiting, with still no sound from the woods, Tang Mo finally understood that the danger seemed to have passed.

But he didn't show any signs of relaxation because he knew their battle hadn't been thorough.

At the beginning of the battle, two arrows hit the carriage, and they came from different angles. This suggested there were two archers on the opposing side.

Tang Mo checked the seven corpses near the carriage, but only the last burly man had a bow on him.

The bandits, so poor that they came here to rob, couldn't possibly have casually thrown away their weapons in the middle of nowhere, so the other bow had to be with someone who escaped.

At least one person got away! This was something Tang Mo could be almost certain of. And the person who escaped had nearly witnessed the entire battle!

This person saw the Left-Wheel Handgun in Tang Mo's hands, knowing that the weapon Tang Mo possessed was one that could change the mode of warfare—a divine weapon—so letting go of such an unstable threat was definitely not a good thing for Tang Mo.

But here they were in the Vicious Forest, and it was night. As long as the other side crouched in place without making a sound, finding him was almost impossible.

*Tang Mo didn't have the courage to spread out and search for a bandit in such low visibility at the risk of his life. So, he could only suppress the worries in his heart, preparing to continue on his way.*

*Fortunately, the other side certainly didn't know the identities of the three of them, so even knowing about the Left-Wheel Handgun, they wouldn't be able to find Tang Mo for the moment.*

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Dragon Spirit is stockpiling draft chapters. There's no choice; previously, Dragon Spirit indeed didn't have any drafts. This book started quickly, so it inevitably had few draft chapters—but draft chapters are necessary to handle the explosion period for new books, so Dragon Spirit can only write more and publish less, gradually accumulating. Everyone, please don't be anxious, stay calm, when the editor demands a surge in chapters, Dragon Spirit will definitely deliver with more chapters.