Chapter Thirty-Seven: Unstoppable...
Bullets fly, screams are repeated, flesh and blood are splattered, and life is like a mustard...
Who would have thought that a companion would open fire on his own people?
There is no defense, and no one is defenseless!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people had fallen, and they couldn't see it, they couldn't believe it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
"Why?" shouted someone with red eyes, and a bullet flew through his eyebrows.
"Ahh
"It's not true...", some people don't believe it, they don't believe it until they die.
Believe it or not, the nightmare has come, and someone is dying every second.
"Fire, fire at these grandchildren... Ah!" After the commander of the third regiment gave this order, he was completely lifeless.
What could be worse at the moment?
The long-range strength of the first and second regiments combined, close to about 300 people, but nearly 1,000 of their own people died under the guns of these 300 people in an instant.
How many people can there be in a regiment, and how many are left that have not fallen?
It can be said that many of the soldiers of the third regiment have no bones before they even fire their guns.
Of the more than 80 buses, more than 10 have exploded, and nearly 20 have been shot into hornet's nests.
The scene was extremely shocking, the smoke of war, flesh and blood, and messes everywhere!
Fortunately, the ranged soldiers did not approach step by step, and they all fell after the last bullet, and only a few machine guns were still firing around, and it would not be long before they stopped.
Unfortunately, the dense rats have crawled on the seven tanks, countless fireflies are burrowing into the slits of the tanks, and the muzzles of the seven heavy guns seem to be slowly aiming at the convoy...
The destructive power of the long-range small cannons is too much for the convoy to bear, and if these seven heavy guns are fired, it will be a disaster without suspense.
Not far away, in a small pit, the dark clouds held the peachwood sword tightly, and looked at the jungle in the distance with a solemn expression.
Such a war made the descendants of Maoshan helpless. The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the bullets rained down, if it weren't for the special terrain, he would have died in Huangquan with that strafing just now.
Because it wasn't far away, he saw a lot of things.
The reason for these ranged soldiers to fire at their own people, the dark clouds have already guessed eight or nine. It's just that he didn't expect that in such an era, there would be such a vicious evil art.
The rats just bite the throats of ranged soldiers, and the ones who really control them are the firefly-like moths...
Similar things are recorded in Maoshan books, but that was hundreds of years ago.
Due to its age, the books recorded are incomplete, but some key points are still noted, such as the head-lowering technique in the forbidden technique.
The world is so big, there are no surprises, some people live in the sun, some people walk in the dark all year round, and the head descender is the kind of person who likes to deal with the darkness.
What is the head-lowering technique? It can save people from life and death, and it can also harm people from invisibility. It is called Nanyang witchcraft, also known as Miao Jiang Gu art. But all in all, they are called witchcraft. Because in the long history, no one in the world has ever used it to save people.
This kind of evil art is extremely weird, cultivated to the extreme, and can control all things and kill people in the bag to get things.
Of course, this is just a legend, after all, for thousands of years, the head descending master is too rare, and many theories are too exaggerated.
But tonight is so weird, the dark clouds are sure that they are there, probably in the nearby jungle, because these rats and flying insects are emerging from the jungle.
The number of rats and flying insects is huge, and they can't be killed, so the dark clouds are observing, as long as they know the location of the head descending division and kill it, they can most directly stop this strange war.
It didn't take long for him to spot Ni Duan, a carp rolling and crawling up, dodging into the jungle.
"What is he going to do?" asked Tang Yan with a pale face in another small pit.
At this point, he finally figured out the situation, because his butt hurt and he was bleeding...
Zhao Yaluo didn't answer, her face was pale when she was shot in the shoulder. Fortunately, Guo'er was not injured, but the dust was covered in dust and cried....
There were countless rats crawling over here, and Zhao Yaluo leaned on Tang Yan's arms with a dead face, as if he had thought of the ending.
What can I do?
She couldn't exert her strength, the pain in her shoulder was tear-jerking, she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, tears wet Tang Yan's clothes.
Feeling the dampness on his chest, Tang Yan asked, "It hurts, doesn't it?"
Zhao Ayaluo gritted his teeth and asked crying, "Do you still think this is... Do you want to make a movie?"
"I don't think so..."Tang Yan smiled bitterly, and had already opened the broken wooden box.
Seeing many people being shot into a hornet's nest, seeing many people being blown to the ground, the flesh and blood on the shoulders of the girl in front of me were blurred, and her ass hurt so clearly... At this juncture, how could Tang Yan still think that he was making a movie?
Since this is reality, you have to accept reality, and if you don't want to die, you have to struggle, so Tang Yan picked up the pig-killing knife and was ready to swing the knife to kill the mouse.
No one wants to die, and struggling may die, but not struggling will definitely die.
The army of rats was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Ayaluo was already ready to close his eyes, but then, something stunned happened.
I don't know what happened, but these rats actually bypassed this pit...
"Why don't these rats bite?" Tang Yan was puzzled.
Zhao Ayaluo also felt incredulous, but the fact that the rats like locusts crossing the border were far away.
At this time, Guo'er closed her eyes and said, "Sister Ayaluo, don't be afraid, the grandfathers have played a role in the several small formations that Guo'er has laid out. ”
"Really... Is that really the case?" Zhao Ayaluo muttered weakly.
"Scared Guoguo to death, are they all gone at last?" Guo'er still didn't dare to open her eyes.
"And some on tanks .."
Tang Yan looked around and said with a solemn expression: "You can't sit still, you guys are ready, I'll rush out with you in my arms in a while." ”
"But what about those people?" asked Zhao Ayaluo.
"I don't care about it so much, I'm ready.." Tang Yan got up and gently picked up the two.
"Wait a minute, Guo'er, did you say those things won't come close to you?" Zhao Ayaluo thought of something very important.
"Yes, I've said it many times, but my sister hasn't believed it..."
Zhao Yanluo's eyes moved, and he said softly: "Tang Yan, let me go first, we can't just leave." See those seven tanks? Whatever method is used, those tanks must not be able to fire shells. As you can see, if these seven heavy cannons fire at the team, the consequences are unimaginable. ”
"When are you still thinking about this? Woman's kindness!"
Tang Yan was very helpless, but still asked: "How can we make these tanks unable to send shells?"
Zhao Yaluo said: "How to do it, you need to play freely. ”
Tang Yan sighed: "I'll try..."
Zhao Ayaluo: "Come on!"
Tang Yan took a deep breath and gently put Zhao Yanluo up: "Be careful, I'll be back right away." ”
Zhao Ayaluo nodded seriously: "I'll wait for you...."
The sound of gunfire and cannons was endless, Tang Yan got up from the pit, holding the fruit in his left hand, and holding the pig-killing knife out of the sheath in his right hand.
This knife has not been unsheathed for three years, rusty, and black, but this is Tang Yan's last hole card.
For some reason, when the night wind hit, it ruffled his hair and blew his robe, so that there was always an aura on his body that could not be forced to look at.
This breath is called.... Indomitable!
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