Just as Lao Yang thought, the zebra herd stayed here after coming to the reserve site, and they did not run around that day.

One day later, a new fountain of life had accumulated on the tree of life, and Lao Yang used a straw to suck it all out, and then happily went to the new territory to perform the Ganlin technique.

At half past ten in the morning, the sun was blazing.

Yang Shubao was about to go to the town for a trip, when Ma Long suddenly came to him: "City Lord, a group of people have entered our territory. ”

"Who are they, how many, and where did they enter?" asked Yang Shubao.

Marlon replied, "They had guns." ”

As soon as he heard this, Lao Yang didn't care how many people he came, and quickly put the submachine gun on his back: "Blow the whistle, call people!"

The elves all brought bows and arrows, Yang Shubao drove the pickup truck, and the elves sat in the carriage, just like the warlord black soldiers who went to participate in the melee, the car jumped and jumped on the grassland, and the elves jumped and jumped in the carriage.

"Mader can't do that, so I'm going to go back and buy an ATV. While driving, Lao Yang pondered.

The intruders entered the reserve from the southeast, and they entered the new territory that Yang Shubao had just arrived, and he set up his binoculars from a long distance, and then saw two Mercedes-Benz cars chasing the zebra herd.

In contrast, off-road vehicles are suitable for grassland environments, and the wheels of pickup trucks are quite large, but they are still not large enough.

Gunshots rang out continuously, and two zebras fell to the ground and broke away from the group.

Yang Shubao's face was serious, he couldn't keep holding the binoculars if he wanted to control the steering wheel, so he asked Ma Long, "How many guns do they have?"

The fierce eagle hovered on the roof of the car, and Malone opened his eyes and said: "Six people, six shotguns, two drivers are hard to say, they may have short guns." ”

As soon as he heard that it was a shotgun, Yang Shubao was not afraid, he had a submachine gun here, and one was ten.

Perhaps it was the discovery of the eagle, and the off-road vehicle slowed down.

Seeing this, Yang Shubao stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the pickup truck killed it as fast as possible.

After spotting the pickup truck, the off-road vehicle changed its position, and the two cars came at an angle.

Yang Shubao didn't use the submachine gun directly, he dropped the window and controlled the steering wheel with one hand and the pistol with the other, and when the two sides approached, he suddenly stretched out his arm and loaded the bullet!

It happened that the South African car was a right-hand drive car, and Yang Shubao held the steering wheel with his left hand and aimed the gun at the wheel with his right hand: "Bang bang bang!"

The off-road vehicle did not expect him to attack directly without saying a word, and the car suddenly sounded an exclamation, and the two drivers slammed the steering wheel, but not to avoid the bullets, but to stabilize the shaking car.

The off-road vehicle is not a bulletproof car, the tires have burst!

The recoil of the pistol is pediatric to Yang Shubao, and even if he holds the gun in one hand, he shoots accurately.

After all, playing with guns with one hand is a basic exercise for Lao Yang, who has been single for more than 20 years.

Bursting the tires of the off-road vehicle, Yang Shubao turned the steering wheel and staggered the two cars to quickly open the distance.

The effective range of the shotgun can reach 50 meters, but in the hands of ordinary people, it is really dangerous that it is 10 meters, so he pulled the car to more than 20 meters and stopped.

The elves jumped out of the car in a hurry, and Yang Shubao asked sharply under the cover of the front of the car: "Put down the gun! Get out of here!"

A strong black man had already jumped out of the car, his face was as hideous as a ghost, and his voice roared like thunder: "Fak, Fack, which son of a bitch are you? Dare to shoot us in Great St. Lucia, you are dead, you are dead!"

Yang Shubao changed the magazine of the pistol, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet again, and he shot out.

Blades of grass and dust danced in front of the black man, who gasped and hurried to the back of the car, while two others rushed out and fired a shot in his direction.

The shotgun uses deer bullets, which are extremely powerful at close range, and the entire pickup truck is shaken by a bang, and it is estimated that the door is useless, and the sheet metal is useless for the killing effect caused by the deer bullet.

As soon as they fired, the Blood Elf took the Sacred Wood Bow from John's hand and quickly got up and shot it.

One string opens, two arrows fly!

Two young men who were about to hide back in the off-road vehicle after shooting screamed in unison, and one of the young men threw away the shotgun directly, holding the arrow shaft on his shoulder and screaming.

Yang Shubao fiercely raised the submachine gun and fired at the door of the off-road vehicle, and in the light and crisp gunshot, the yellow bullet casings jumped out like flowing water, like elves, violent elves.

A round of bullets swept out, and the opposite side was quiet.

He dragged the magazine down and threw it into the car to replace it with a new one, and yelled, "Put down your weapons and get out of here!" I'll just say it once! Get out, and in five seconds I'll punish you for poaching by force!"

"Five! Four......

Just after counting two, a strong black man came out with his hand raised and shouted, "We are not poachers!

Yang Shubao popped out the muzzle of the gun and said sharply: "Three!

The others threw away their shotguns and walked out quickly.

At this distance, the shotgun is all inferior to the submachine gun.

The strong man asked loudly, "Who are you? We are the patrol team of the Great Santa Lucia Park, why are you attacking us? Do you know what you are doing? This is a violation of the law!"

Yang Shubao motioned to Ma Long and Terry to sweep his formation, he walked out with a gloomy face and said: "Of course this is illegal, of course your behavior is illegal! I don't care what kind of patrol team you are, dare to enter my reserve to hunt, you are looking for death!"

"Your sanctuary? Damn, this is Great St. Lucia — wait, you're the Chinese guy with a private sanctuary?"

Another strong man said: "This is not your reserve, Chinese Yankee, your arms are stretched too long, this is the territory of our iron beasts who ride horses!"

The conflict with the Iron Beast came later than expected.

Yang Shubao slowly stepped forward, raised his arm violently and slapped left and right.

Waving his arms like the wind, the two strong men screamed and were thrown to the ground as soon as their eyes flickered.

Yang Shubao wiped his hands expressionlessly and said, "Your mouth is so stinky, are you eating?"

The two strong men were drivers, and the other six were all white, ranging in age from their twenties to their thirties, and they would dare not speak out against Lao Yang, so they could only hold on to the two companions who had been hit by the arrows and glared at him.

Yang Shubao went up and stepped on a strong man and asked, "Will you speak normally?"

The strong man stared at him with dark and murderous eyes, and Yang Shubao was not used to them, so he kicked him in the chin and knocked him unconscious.

He looked at another strong man, and the strong man clenched his fists and suppressed his anger and said: "Listen, listen, China, Chinese, you take the initiative to provoke the iron beast? You are so powerful, I swear that no one can save you this time......"

Yang Shubao dragged him up like a dog, and slapped him again: "Enter my reserve with a gun to poach, and no one can protect you!"

The strong man roared angrily: "This is our territory, and it is still dozens of kilometers away from your territory!"

Yang Shubao grinned: "I'm sorry, this is my territory!"