The courtyard was flat with nowhere to hide, and the enemies that charged in hadn't expected an intrusion, caught off guard without mental preparation. They turned to flee, but how could legs outrun bullets? Luo Zheng picked them off one by one with precise shots, not a single one survived.
At that moment, the farmer, limping from a wounded leg, jogged over with an anxious expression and asked, "What happened?"
"It's nothing, take care of your wound yourself," Luo Zheng, with a grim face still flushed with the intent to kill, tossed the bottle of medicine to the farmer. Holding his gun, he kept a vigilant watch on the entrance to the courtyard. There were still enemies at the gate, and how they would react to the gunshots was unknown. They couldn't be left unguarded.
