"Launch!"

At the same time, Hei Wuchang, Xiao Min and others on the prairie had already assembled the equipment they had brought out, and under Hei Wuchang's order, more than 20 rockets with black and purple smoke tails were launched towards a large number of convoys of the Red Turban Army.

"Huh, enemy attack?"

"Damn, what's the matter, the enemy is so close to us, and we haven't even noticed. ”

"Enemy attack, everyone pay attention!"

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

More than 20 rockets exploded into a large convoy without incident.

Many soldiers of the Red Turban Army fled in fright, and many people simply got under the car.

Even Mr. Yan and Berberto were taken aback, but to the great delight of the two big men, twenty rockets were all blown into the middle of the truck army, and the explosion was a little farther away from them.

Then, an even more bizarre scene appeared.

"Nima, how did you blow up all the smoke?"

"Jiao, the enemy's rockets have expired, wahahaha!"

"It's okay, don't be afraid, the enemy is firing expired bombs, ha...... Gah!"

That's right, there were twenty-two rockets, and they didn't kill at all, but only blew up large expanses of choking smoke.

But is there really no killing?

A red-turban warrior who was laughing proudly suddenly let out a loud roar, "No, ah, I'm going to suffocate." ”

"No, what's going on, I'm in pain, it's, it's ......"

"Don't breathe, there's something wrong with this smoke. ”

"Not true. ”

Mr. Yan, who was standing on the periphery, suddenly rushed back to the truck and found a water bottle, and drenched his clothes and blocked his mouth and nose.

Berberto did the same, and eagerly asked, "What the hell is going on? What is going on?"

"Stupid, it's poison!"

Mr. Yan shouted: "Why don't you hurry up and order a retreat, this poisonous fog is getting bigger and bigger the area is getting bigger and bigger, you don't want to die half of the soldiers before the battle is fought, right?"

"Ahh Berberto yelled.

Whoosh ......

At this time, more than two dozen rockets were launched into the air.

The Red Turbans were in disarray, with the sound of running and roaring mingling with the roar of truck engines.

In a car and truck, rushing out of the smoke range, rushing towards the rear, more than 20 rockets exploded into the crowd.

Vast expanses of smoke spread out, and those who inhaled the smoke did not take a few steps before they turned blue and fell to the ground.

"Fat oil! It's so unkind to use poison!" Berberto yelled as he commanded the retreat.

"Rendao? Hmph! You are the supreme general of the Red Turban Army, have you killed few people? Do you still talk about humanity in battle?" Mr. Yan sneered on the side, of course, he himself felt fear.

"Hehe, Lao Hei, it's the first time I've used poison to kill people like this, and I don't feel very benevolent!"

The poisonous black impermanence hid in the grass and sneered: "My poison is more lethal than cannonballs." ”

"Your poison is indeed more powerful than mine. Xiao Min whispered: "This time, you should have killed a lot of enemies, right?"

"The purpose of our coming is not to kill many people, but to deter!"

Hei Wuchang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Deterrence them don't dare to advance too much, prepare for the base side." ”

Well!

Xiao Min said that he understood, and then the two turned around and retreated backwards.

After being attacked by Hei Impermanence and Xiao Min, the red scarf retreated for nearly ten miles before stopping, and after re-inventory, the attack of two waves of poison gas rockets alone reduced them to nearly 300 people.

"Damn, there are so many tricks in the underworld, wait, when all our follow-up troops arrive, let the planes explore the way in front. Berberto was really afraid, and after saying this, he got into the car and rested.

When Hei Wuchang and Xiao Min returned to the tribe, they looked at the time, and it was exactly half an hour.

At this time, the ghost king's bombing work is also coming to an end.

It's just that at this moment, from the western steppe of the tribe, a little figure appeared.

A heavily armed group of twenty-two warriors appeared, keeping a distance from each other but with the same goal.

At the same time, the ghost king, who was standing in this direction, also set his eyes on them.

"Leader of the Ghost King, there is an enemy ahead. ”

"Chief, do you want to attack now?"

The members of the underworld who followed the ghost king to deploy the bullets quickly moved closer to the ghost king.

"No, let them all enter our control area. "The Ghost King is facing the battle that is about to start, and he shows the thick and thin side.

The team, without the slightest intention of hiding their identity, walked all the way to ten meters in front of the ghost king and the others before stopping.

"People of the Old One's Army!"

When he saw the other party's costume clearly, the Ghost King said angrily: "You Satan's army has only produced such a small number of people, it's a bit not enough, right?"

"That's enough, Mr. Ghost King!" A young man with a scar on his face walked out of the squad on the left, his brow shining with pride, "I am Mr. Pulsatilla's son, Lugadia! Behind me is the ultimate warrior of the Old One's Legion, the Black Angel Squad." Today, I will decide the life of Lord Hades. You, too, are buried with the king of Hades. ”

"Black Angel Squad!"

After repeating these three words, the ghost king raised his right hand upwards and motioned for the people around him to immediately retreat, "Pulsatilla is really willing to send this team out." ”

"You're the Ghost King, aren't you?"

At the same time, from behind Lugadia, a rough-looking middle-aged man walked out, he tilted his head to look at the Ghost King, and said in a cold voice: "I am the captain of the Black Angel Squad, Black Angel! ”

As he spoke, the black angel pulled his right hand to his back, and a two-foot-long machete appeared in his hand.

Hehe!

The Ghost King sneered, handed over the laptop computer to the brother behind him, and at the same time pulled out a machete, "Very good, today I will issue a soul hook order to you and collect your soul into the underworld." ”

Ha ha!

Lugadia sneered as if he had heard a big joke: "Black angel, have you heard, the ghost king seems to look down on you, if I were you, I would kill him with one sword." ”

"Fake!" the black angel scolded, swinging his knife at the Ghost King.

"Looking at the action of your sword, I feel that you are a little weak!"

While!

The two machetes collided together, bursting into large sparks, and the Black Angel staggered back as needed, the machetes clenched in both hands buzzing and trembling.

The Ghost King still held the knife in one hand, and said disdainfully: "The Boss of Hades once said that the driving force for the progress of our underworld is that the entire underworld is making progress. And you, even if you are an old super power, but I see the decay in you, you compare with me, you can't!"

The ghost king's big sword was smooth, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the black angel.

"Don't talk too much, I may not be able to compete with you, but what I want to compare with you is killing skills. The black angel roared, swung his knife and pounced again, and slashed three times at the same time, "Now let you see how powerful I am, it's useless if you're powerful, because I'm fast enough." ”

"You think too much, and I'm not slower than you!" the ghost king stepped forward, and the big knife in his hand swung out a cold sword light.