At this time, on the top of the ancient castle, a young man with a height of two meters and two or three, with a figure as dark as a half-cut iron tower, stood on top of the ancient castle, with a large basket of black shells and grenades printed with skull patterns tied around his waist. The grenade was apparently a homemade product of the Temple of the Winds, and seemed to have been developed specifically for the size of someone's hand. Not only is the weight much larger than that of ordinary grenades, but the power is also several times higher, but the weight is also nearly two kilograms. Obviously, ordinary people want to throw these big guys out with their arm strength, and they can't throw them far at all. Only those with strong arms can do it.

However, in the hands of this giant, it seemed to be effortless, and with his easy swing of his arm, these round grenades fell one after another, with great accuracy, and almost every one of them fell in the center of those cars like an eye. Hoffman was dumbfounded, what the hell is a grenade, it's almost like hail, it's too fast, isn't it?

In the blink of an eye, the entire convoy he brought with him was engulfed by the rain of bullets dropped by the grenades. To make matters worse, in two inconspicuous small houses beneath the castle, several machine guns with terrifying firepower were spraying deadly flames.

It makes a strange sound similar to tearing cloth.

", it's MG42, the Wind God Temple is really poor and crazy, this old gun from World War II is still in use?" Erwin was firmly suppressed by the opponent's firepower at this time, and he couldn't move at all, and the death trap formed by these MG42s was really terrifying.

"It's enjoyable, haha, it's really fun to play today, brother, this kind of machine gun, I can operate two by myself. Haha......"

At this time, in the small house under the bunker, a big man was lying in front of the window with a gun in his hand, and was firing wildly. A large number of bullet casings, like flowing water, fell to the ground, quickly burying the position where he was standing. In a matter of minutes, hundreds of bullets were fired, and the power is really beyond words. Looking at those subordinates of the Thunder God Temple, the usually arrogant and domineering figures were torn to pieces by bullets one by one, this guy laughed proudly.

In another small house not far away, a young man of similar stature was operating an identical machine gun.

Unlike the young man who spoke just now, his personality is very calm, and he has been holding the butt of his gun with his shoulder, aiming and buckling the hair. So it seems that his firepower is not very fierce, but the hit rate is very high. Compared to the mad tiger-like guy just now, this thing is simply a silent killer.

On the surface, the subordinates brought by Thor are all elite henchmen, and the equipment is also the world's most advanced equipment, but in the face of the firepower attack arranged by Ghost Dance, there is little power to fight back, and they have become the target of slaughter by the other party. It's unimaginably weak.

……

"Withdraw, quickly withdraw." Biel. Hoffman watched his men being bombed one by one flying into the sky at this time, and suddenly wanted to die.

Originally, he just wanted to put some pressure on the Wind God Temple, but who would have thought that the other party would directly kill him without any scruples, which was a fatal blow to him who had almost no preparations for war.

In the blink of an eye, the more than 200 elites he brought with him were killed and wounded, dozens of them were killed and wounded, and all the cars were destroyed, which means that even if they can get out of danger, most of them will have to walk home.

Thinking of this, Biel. Hoffman was extremely annoyed and frustrated.

With the order to retreat, suddenly a large number of men and horses, which retreated like a tide, while retreating, inevitably hit the grenade thrown by the Black Iron Tower, and there were some subordinates on the landing, screaming to see God.

It was with great difficulty that the team was evacuated to a safe area. At this time, the number of people was counted, and the result was again for Biel. Hoffman was shocked.

Of the 200 people who set out, there are now less than 100 left.

What a fiasco.

"Erwin, how come we're all that is left of us?" Biel. Hoffman said angrily.

Erwin is his chief steward, responsible for all things within the Thor.

Over the years, it has been smooth sailing and Biel. Hoffman struggled and grew up together, sharing honor and disgrace, and he had never experienced such a terrifying picture. Hearing Thor's question, he immediately replied tremblingly: "My lord, I have counted just now, and there are only ninety-eight people left, and the other brothers are either dead or arrested, and I saw that they have captured all those injured brothers." ”

"Bastards, they dare to be so presumptuous, to give me such a black hand on Thor, damn, I must not kill them."

Bierhoffman's body, which had now eased up, trembled slightly, and his eyes widened as he looked at his listless subordinates, and a frenzied flame was released in his eyes.

Originally, he thought that as long as he took his elite subordinates and forced the Wind God Palace, he would be able to make Ye Fei succumb, but what he never expected was that the other party didn't even have a chance to discuss, and fired directly.

This is really destroying self-confidence, looking at the miserable situation of his subordinates, Biel. Hoffman was almost suicidal. Oh my God, what have I done? All my elite strength lasted less than ten minutes before I was almost crippled by my opponent.

It's not a dream, is it?

A strong sense of unreality arose, leaving his brain in a state of extreme panic.

It took him ten minutes before he slowly came to his senses.

", get out of here, as long as we return to the Thor Temple safely, and we bring someone here to deal with the Wind God, I don't believe it, Lao Tzu's men are so vulnerable?"

Biel at this time. Hoffman said furiously.

Erwin hurriedly said, "My lord, I'm afraid it's impossible to leave now?" ”

It turned out that when he thought he was safe, Ghost Dance had already sent a force of men and horses to surround him from all sides, and now the armed force of more than 200 people, including the black man, had firmly surrounded his remnants in this valley.

"Damn, how can this be?" Biel. Hoffman screamed in panic and grabbed his subordinate Erwin by the collar.

"My lord, just rest in our ...... When they rode the night...... Touching it, our people turned out to be ...... I didn't even find them..."The situation was urgent, and even Erwin, who had always been sharp-tongued, couldn't help but stutter, and it was a little difficult to speak.

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