Zhang Wei was very nervous, and now it was only about twenty minutes before half past four in the morning.

To complete the transfer of thousands of people in the town in such a short period of time, under normal circumstances, it is almost an impossible task.

What's worse is that he probably doesn't have twenty minutes of time for him to do these things.

For the premonition of half past four was only an approximate time.

If the inhabitants of Hongshan are lucky, the demons may not show up until five o'clock, but if they are not lucky, then it may be in a second.

The temporary passage that represents death will suddenly open somewhere in the town.

Because of this, he can only use a simple and crude way in a hurry.

After taking out the antique Nokia mobile phone, in the rapid rush of the fingertips, a large number of weapons and equipment were piled up in the co-pilot's position in a very short time.

Grenades with wooden handles, bazooka, and TNT packets are all high-flying explosives that move greatly after detonation.

Of course, such as the iron horn, such as the key equipment, this product will never be forgotten.

Picking up a bundle of 20 kilograms of explosives, Zhang Wei pulled the fuse on it and threw it out 100 meters away.

Then, the explosive pack, which had tumbled in the air, landed in a pretty little square at the entrance of the town.

Immediately after a huge explosion, the small square, which was originally quite beautiful, was immediately blown out of a huge deep pit.

The splashed mud and sand flew out of the distance for a while, smashing the glass of the nearest few houses to pieces in an instant.

At the same time, the sound of this huge explosion was transmitted at least ten miles away in the silent night, and the entire sleeping crowd in the town was awakened in an instant......

It's just that for Zhang Wei, such a violent way is just his opening statement.

In the short period of time, bundles of wooden-handled grenades and explosives were thrown into open areas throughout the town, along with the off-road vehicles that kept circling the town.

In the continuous and violent explosions, this peaceful town was immediately transformed into a tragic battlefield.

Where had the townspeople ever experienced such a violent scene, and they didn't even have the courage to poke their heads out of the window to see.

For fear of being splashed by shrapnel from nowhere, he took his own life by the way.

The only thing they could do was hide their heads under the covers, and the family hugged each other and shivered, hoping that the disaster would pass quickly.

However, they soon discovered that even this was a luxury.

An extremely loud voice, spoken in extremely fluent Hindi, echoed repeatedly over the town:

"I'm Zhang Dixian, that is, the thug advertised by your government, I will completely blow up the entire town in ten minutes, if you want to survive, you should get out of here as soon as possible." ”

"Of course, if you don't believe in it, don't let it go and try it, can I do this kind of thing!"

In between shouts, there were still explosions.

Or the dense sound of machine guns like fried beans, which rang out incessantly, as if to prove that every word he said was not false.

is also such a brutal way that makes the last trace of illusion in the hearts of everyone in the town shattered.

Driven by a strong desire to survive, they exploded at an astonishing speed, leaving everything behind and rushing out of their own house regardless of it.

Using various modes of transportation, they tried to escape here in the ten-minute period.

You must know that in the propaganda of the third brother's family, Zhang Dixian, a famous thug, left the impression that doing such a thing as blowing up a small town is really just pediatric......

Carrying Bazooka in one hand and walking around the town with the steering wheel in the other, Zhang Dixian with a beard and a black face.

The way this thing looks now is simply reactionary to the extreme, properly the image of a brutal and ruthless warlord in Africa.

But looking at the situation in front of him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: now the whole town is in chaos, and there are people fleeing frantically everywhere.

They dragged their children and girls down the road, wearing only simple pajamas and slippers.

Even, it was directly hanging on the footboard, and the periphery of the extremely panicked town escaped.

The eyes they looked at Zhang Wei were full of deep fear and unforgettable hatred, and some of them were Meitai, whom Zhang Wei looked quite affectionate.

Undoubtedly, Hongshan Town is basically a small town inhabited by a Meitai people.

So Zhang Wei completely ignored these hateful gazes for a while, and he knew that when those demons appeared, these people would be grateful to him.

Of course, if his hunch is wrong, then Zhang Dixian, who represents love and justice, will bear a huge stain.

It's just that in Zhang Wei's heart at this time, he would rather have miscalculated.

At 4:25, the nearest civilian in Zhang Wei's line of sight had already approached the entrance of the town.

At the same time, he had long been familiar with the sense of spatial distortion when entering and exiting the ruins, and he was already completely sure that his premonition was not wrong.

The temporary passage will be created two or three minutes later.

After slamming on the brakes and stopping the buggy, he slammed back into the ruins of the Dividing Branch, and the battle was about to begin, and he was not even ready for battle.

Even the only big blade in his hand was now placed by him in the nest where Xiao Yan lived.

Biting his middle finger and quickly opening his heavenly eye, Zhang Wei rushed towards the nest of the ground;

As a result, after he rushed into the nest, Zhang not only saw Xiao Yan sitting in the nest, deliberately dressed and dressed quite neatly.

I also saw on the ground in front of her, the big blade that had been wiped down.

What made him even more wonderful was that along with the broadsword was an MG42 general-purpose machine gun, which had already been loaded, and a chain of 100 rounds.

The warhead of each of these bullets has the lines of the Beidou Demon Slayer that Zhang Wei is familiar with.

He clearly remembered that the demon-destroying bullets he had left in the ground before were fifty or sixty rounds in the sky, and he could fully think of the origin of the rest.

It must be made by Xiao An, a poor son, who worked overtime under Xiao Yan's oppression.

However, with this extended bullet chain, Zhang Wei can at least easily eliminate the double-digit demon; I have to say, Xiao Yan's mother-in-law: well done!

Under the inner turmoil, Zhang Wei couldn't help but hook Xiao Yan's neck with one hand and take a heavy bite on his face.

Then, after picking up a broadsword and machine gun, he hurriedly ran out of the ruins.

Behind him, Xiao Yan, who had come back to reminisce, shouted loudly: "Don't close the passage of the ruins first, and hold on for three minutes." ”

After Zhang Wei heard this, he didn't have time to think clearly about what Xiao Yan meant.

After a hurried response in his mouth, the whole person had disappeared into the gray mist.