"Whew-"

With Wei Hongchao's order, the Flying Snake team members moved quickly.

They opened the trunk and dragged out four black boxes, and then opened the front lid of the car.

The front lid of the car is all erected, like a solar photovoltaic panel, and then the bottom of the black box opens to reveal a series of notches.

With a click, the black boxes were all pressed into the front of the car.

Ye Fan clearly captured that the box was filled with countless bullets.

These bullets are half smaller than normal bullets, but each one is extremely sharp and flashes with a shocking death aura.

Then, the five vehicles adjusted their direction and assumed a fan-shaped posture to face the enemy troops.

More than three hundred enemies relied on the strength of the crowd, and they didn't take Ye Fan and them in their eyes at all, hiding behind the car or shield, and narrowing the distance little by little.

They were ready to shoot a little ahead.

Three hundred people, three hundred hot weapons, and a close bombardment, the Dragon Temple believed that it could crush the Wei Hong Dynasty with a wave of attacks.

The Flying Snake team didn't shoot either, and several people took out their notebooks and tapped their fingers.

Soon, dense enemies turned into red dots and appeared on the screen.

Ye Fan didn't make a sound, nor did he rush up to kill the enemy, just quietly waited for Wei Hong to fight against them in the first wave.

Two hundred meters, Wei Hong did not move towards them.

One hundred and fifty meters, Wei Hongchao was still manipulating the computer.

One hundred meters, Wei Hongchao and the others were still nervously adjusting their direction.

Eighty meters, Ye Fan saw that the enemy had entered the yellow line area of the computer.

Fifty meters, all three hundred enemies advanced to the red zone.

Ye Fan could feel that the three hundred enemies began to raise their weapons to lock, and they would soon bombard the convoy.

"Riddled with holes!"

At this moment, Wei Hongchao gave an order: "Release!"

The Flying Snake players hit enter at the same time.

Countless bullet holes were instantly revealed in the front cover of the car, and then with a loud bang, 180,000 bullets erupted at the same time.

Ye Fan's eyelids jumped instantly.

"Boom!"

Numerous warheads poured down on enemy troops.

The wind and rain sank, and the suffocation was thick.

The momentum of the flying sky made everyone's hearts tremble, and everyone could feel the devastation.

The enemy troops, covered by cars and shields, watched the warheads bombard.

They dodged with all their might.

But the cart and shield were as fragile as paper paste in front of these dense bullets, crumbling and shattering.

It can carry one round, ten warheads, but it can't carry hundred, thousand, ten thousand.

Like locusts, they pierced cars, shields, body armor, and flesh.

Ye Fan was dumbfounded and watched as the enemy turned into a pile of flesh and fell to the ground.

Each warhead takes away a little something, 180,000 rounds of bullets are enough to take away their entire body, and there is still life.

In its place, there was only a little blood and fragments.

"Ahh

Dozens of cars in front of the roar also collapsed as if they had been bulldozed, tilting inward layer by layer.

In less than ten seconds, Ye Fan's vision saw no enemy advancing, only a lingering blood mist.

Not a single live mouth.

It's too domineering, it's too cruel, it's too terrifying.

Ye Fan once felt that he could now face the hot weapon calmly, but now that he looks at it, he is still too naïve.

Wave after wave of a limited number of thermal weapons, he was able to calmly avoid or block them.

However, in the face of such a bombardment of 180,000 warheads, it is estimated that there is still no power to fight back.

He couldn't stop asking, "What is this?"

"One of Ye Tang's big killers, full of holes. ”

Wei Hongchao's eyes flashed with countless lights: "Three grams of warheads, 180,000 shots per second, specializing in annihilating armed forces with many people." ”

"It's just that the system and warhead have to be customized, and the cost is at least 100 million, and it can only be used once. ”

He showed a touch of regret: "If I hadn't been forced to do so, I would never have burned money like this." ”

"This money burns well!"

"Wei Shao, you go to Biyuan Resort to save Tang Ruoxue. ”

"Once the rescue is successful, immediately get on the boat and leave. ”

Ye Fan laughed, and then his body straightened, rushing into the distance like a meteor.

Wei Hongchao roared, "Where are you going?"

Ye Fan didn't look back: "Decisive battle!"

He vaguely felt that there was a strong man in the hill, so he thought about capturing the thief and killing the king first.

Killing 300 people in seconds can certainly shock your opponent, but it will also make them more crazy, and they will soon regather their men to attack.

Being in a foreign country, a protracted war is tantamount to self-destruction, and it is impossible to bring Tang Ruoxue back smoothly.

So Ye Fan must take down the leader of the other party.

"Let's go!"

Wei Hongchao yelled at more than a dozen flying snake elites, "Go to Biyuan Resort!"

The Flying Snake Elite moved quickly, turned the off-road vehicle and rushed to the destination......

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan was extremely fast, and soon took advantage of the wind and rain to rush to the hills.

The remaining enemy was still shocking the death of three hundred companions, and only when he saw Ye Fan approaching did he roar:

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The elite of the Dragon Temple, which was guarding the entrance, raised its thermal weapon to attack while warning him.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan stepped on a rock, and then swept it violently, and the gravel burst out with a 'boom'.

"Bang bang bang!"

The six Dragon Temple elites were hit by stones, and they were immediately shot like random arrows, holding hot weapons and twisting, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths and noses.

"Whoosh!"

When they swayed and fell, Ye Fan had already rushed into the crowd like a phantom.

He kicked one person into the air, and at the same time pulled out the saber in the other's waist, and his body spun.

The three Dragon Temple masters screamed and fell, and their hearts were cut with blood.

When the blood was flying, Ye Fan raised his saber again, nailed it into the throat of the sixth person, and then turned his body and grabbed his body in front of him.

In the next second, Ye Fan dodged the hot weapon in his hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation in front of him.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of bullets shot out, and the five Dragon Temple elites who pressed over instantly shot their heads and fell on the blood-soaked mountain road.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ye Fan's muzzle turned again, and he shot the four enemies at the commanding heights.

In the next second, he stretched out his body again and threw himself forward, during which his hands were raised, silver needles flew out, and the three of them fell out of the grass.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan, who seemed to be pulled by a rope, rushed towards the command center like a meteor.

As soon as he jumped onto the last section of the passage, he was attacked by a group of Dragon Temple elites.

Ye Fan didn't make any waves at all, grabbed a hot weapon and fired two rounds of close-range strafing first, and after overturning seven or eight people, he began to charge fiercely.

He was like a rainbow and fought hard with the encirclement enemy.

Ye Fan shot while running.

One by one, the grass and trees that blocked the enemies from falling to the ground one after another, stained red with blood, looked shocking.

"Bang bang bang!"

The mountain road instantly became full of flesh and blood, and screams continued to sound.

In this case, there is no technique, there is no hesitation, only constant shooting, constant confrontation.

Whoever is afraid of death will die first, and only the brave will win.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan pushed forward without fear of death, and killed all the enemies who surrounded him.

The bullet casings and blood stains were trampled by him, which made Ye Fan even more invincible.

The two Dragon Temple gunners circled around Ye Fan's back, wanting to put a cold gun to kill this pervert.

They moved the short gun in their hands, and the muzzle of the gun moved towards Ye Fan little by little.

When they were about to lock down, they suddenly felt a chill.

"Huh?"

A chill that can stand upside down at the root of a hair is like a frog being targeted by a poisonous snake, and the corner of their eyes looks at the source of danger.

Seeing Ye Fan smiling kindly at him, his white teeth flashing with bloodthirsty light.

Immediately, a hand clicked and slashed their throats.

"Pounce!"

The two spurted blood and died.

Ye Fan went all the way to kill, killing the remaining enemies in pieces, and then rushed to the top of the mountain in one go, a fairly open flat land.

In the middle of the flat ground, there is a gazebo with a diameter of two meters.

In the pavilion there is a game of Go, snacks, boiling tea, and a few stones.

On the middle stone, there sat an old man in white, with a shaved head and a white child in his hand.

Ye Fan's pupils shrank: "Demon Monk Long Po Pan?"

The old man in white looked up at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, why struggle? ”

"Bang-"

Ye Fan picked up a black spot and smashed it into the white formation:

"Even if you are the sky, I will win the sky today!"