In the Kham Temple, the blood of the old ghost group and the Kham warriors who have been fighting is like a river. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, the Kham warriors laid siege to the old ghost regiment. They use their strong bodies as their capital, and their indomitable momentum as their greatest reliance, and they start to charge, charge and charge!

"Dada......"

"Da Da Da ......"

The bursting gunfire rang out non-stop, and the charging Kham warriors pulled the trigger and fired fiercely at the position of the old ghost group. They also use thermal weapons, but all they can form with their thermal weapons is a threat, not even a threat.

"Sonorous ......"

A string of bullets struck the rocks where the old ghost group was used as shelter, and the stone chips flew away. But it didn't do much, although it seemed extremely intense and fierce. But only five or six bullets could hit the rocks, and the rest flew into the sky and could not be found.

On the contrary, the old ghost group directly formed a tactical formation of shrinking defense, and everyone knew how to avoid and counterattack. A rifle turns into a machine gun in the hands of a Kham warrior, and the trigger is pulled straight to the ground and fired. But the same rifle in the hands of the old ghost group will always be a single shot or point fire, and there will never be strafing.

They are all retired from the ranks of the military and have an incomparably rich combat experience. Every bullet fired, you have to kill an enemy. This is a habit and the most basic requirement of the special operation.

"Bang!"

Shi Junwang shook his hand and shot, but he didn't even aim.

"Poof!"

The bullet struck a Kham warrior in the chest with precision, and the powerful penetrating force carried his body backwards and flew backwards, lying on the ground. The blood in his chest gushed outward one by one, and his heart was directly shattered by the bullet blow.

"Bang!"

Another member of the old ghost group dodged a shot and killed the already Kham warrior again.

Immediately after, one after another, the members of the old ghost group flashed out and opened fire, killing one Kham warrior after another. They don't need to command at all, as long as they have the opportunity to shoot, they will definitely deal a fatal blow to the opponent at the first time, and then immediately retreat and evade again.

One after another Kham warriors lay in a pool of blood, but the more this happened, the more ferocious the Kham warriors' charge became. They are not afraid of death at all, and the more they die, the more they can stir up their proud self-esteem. The eagles of the plateau and the samurai of the temple, even if they all die, will not lay noble heads under the enemy.

"Stop the charge! Stop the charge!! The king of Mosingana clutched his rifle and roared at the charging Kham warriors: "This Linglong is fake, she is the real enemy!" ”

"Da Da Da ......"

A string of bullets came at the King of Mosingana, forcing him to lie backwards to evade.

His shouts had no effect at all, and the Kham warriors who would not stop once they charged would not listen to anything at all. Death has taken a toll on their pride, and the only way to wash away this shame is to kill them all.

The king of Mosingana, whose voice was already hoarse, had no choice but to clutch the rifle in his hand. He couldn't shoot his former companion with the gun in his hand, because he wasn't a traitor, just a Templar Guardian who saw through a qiē. If he really kills, he will be a traitor, no matter whether he wins or loses, whether he clarifies in the end or not, he will carry a heavy burden.

No one cares whether he kills or not, and the old ghost group will not persecute it, because this itself is a matter for the old ghost group.

"Stupid!" Yue Zilong, who was seriously injured, rebuked the king of Mosingana in a loud voice: "You are the guardian of the temple, and you are guarding the Lun, Li, and Fa of Kangba!" Is the guardian carried out with sound? What do you think the gun in your hand is for, just against the enemy outside? Wrong! It's with guns, it's with absolute force! When that shadow takes control of Khamba, you, the temple keeper, are the greatest sinner, Khamba's eternal sinner! ”

"But how can I kill them? Those people are ......" the King of Mosingana looked sad and indignant.

Those people are all people he is familiar with, and they are all juniors and friends who usually respect him very much. Every day they greet each other with a smile and chat. They even often go to each other's homes to eat, and they also work in the fields together. Now you have to point a gun at them and shoot them, you can't do it anyway.

"They're crazy, albeit innocent!" Yue Zilong stared into the eyes of the King of Mosingana and said in a deep voice, "Remember, you are not guarding them, you are guarding the Kham Temple!" ”

No one cares about the king of Mosingana, but Yue Zilong will. Because he knew very well how strong the charge of these Kham warriors was, death would only bring them more violent power. Just because you're being intercepted now doesn't mean you'll still be intercepted for a while. This group of rebellious plateau eagles will eventually rush over and chop the entire old ghost group to pieces.

No one dared to doubt the perseverance and steadfastness of the Kham warriors, and no one was not afraid of their fearless charge.

"Dada......"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

The gunfire continued, and the corpses of the Kham warriors were strewn all over the ground. However, they had already rushed to within 100 meters, rushing within 100 meters from all directions. In the absence of machine guns, the old ghost regiment simply could not hold the position safely.

These fearless samurai are like a pack of wolves, capable of piling up corpses in their own way.

"Stop the Charge!! The king of Mosingana leaped out and roared at the Kham warriors who were charging in all directions: "If I charge again, I will fulfill my ruling!! ”

"Whoosh!"

A feathered arrow flew and struck the king of Mosingana on his right shoulder. The powerful force directly knocked him over from a high place and fell to the ground, and his cheeks were distorted from the pain.

And the moment before the arrow, his eyes radiated a deep fear, because he saw a group of Kham warriors with bows and arrows in hand, standing a hundred meters away in unison and rushing into the sky to make bows.

"Khooth!" The king of Mosingana drew his saber in his left hand and slashed the shaft of the arrow from his shoulder.

He ninja picked up his rifle in pain, glared at the old ghost group and yelled, "Avoid! Evade now! ”

"Whoosh! ……”

The sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded intensively, and one by one the feathered arrows rushed straight into the sky, and after reaching the highest point, they fell along a parabola and crashed into the position of the old ghost group.

Bullets don't bend, but feathered arrows do!

Hundreds of arrows are under the determined trajectory, and they use an attack method that bullets can never reach, and carry out a covering attack on the old ghost group.

Hot weapons have the benefits of hot weapons, cold weapons have the advantages of cold weapons, and in an instant, everyone in the old ghost group saw the black spots in the sky coming towards them madly!