Ye Luo's golden eyes flashed brightly, the corners of her lips hooked a confident arc, she looked at the four teammates who were a little confused, and said, "And what you have to do now is to listen to my orders and complete the shooting training within three hours." ”

Machine guns, not everyone can shoot.

None of the four people in front of him were soft eggs. She believes they can do it.

Ye Luo improvised five targets, engraved ten rings, and taught the four rookies how to hold the gun correctly, how to aim accurately, and how to control the recoil momentum generated by the machine gun strafing like a shooting instructor.

Among the four, Yan Xi and Ye Gucheng are the fastest, with an accuracy of ten shots and nine shots.

Ye Gucheng is assisted by the pupil power of the ghost pupil, so the accuracy is very good; As for Yan Xi, it was completely due to the war nature of men, and he had an extraordinary fanaticism for this Grim Reaper, indulging in its powerful lethality.

Bai Qi can probably do it, and it looks like eight out of ten hits; Bai Xiaomeng was a little bit more dish, she couldn't control the recoil momentum of the Grim Reaper, and was often shocked to sit on the ground, Ye Luo had to change the machine gun in her hand to be lighter according to Bai Xiaomeng's situation, but the mad air bombs that could be fired per minute were reduced. After the improvement, Bai Xiaomeng was really able to adapt, and the accuracy was greatly improved, and he could almost achieve six or seven shots out of ten.

"Let's go, let's go hunting!"

Ye Luo stood at the front of the team, she changed into a black windbreaker, the neckline and cuffs were crimson, the inside was a snow-colored long skirt, the slender waist was not full of hand, and she was stepping on deerskin boots. Hold the gun in one hand and stand it next to your right arm.

In order to facilitate the activity, she did not comb her hair in a bun as usual, but tied a clean ponytail, wearing a big silver ring on Chinese New Year's Eve in her ears, and the silver ring given to her by Si Yutian was quite an exotic beauty.

"Okay, Captain." Bai Qi stood on Ye Luo's left side.

"Yes, Captain." Yan Xi stood on Ye Luo's right side.

As for Ye Gucheng and Bai Xiaomeng, they stood a little back, and the five of them condensed into an impeccable formation.

The place where the five people were located was just one kilometer away from the gate of the Tomb of the Gods. Exactly the perfect shooting distance. Beside the golden openwork gate of the cemetery, there is a team of 1,000 burial crows, patrolling back and forth.

This group of burial crows had already discovered Ye Luo and them, but because the distance was too far, they didn't take Ye Luo and them seriously.

Then, tragedy struck.

Five people fired at the same time, and the five machine guns "burst suddenly", and there was a frantic strafing.

Ten seconds later, three hundred crows were dead, black feathers flying, flesh and bird corpses churning in the sky.

Thirty seconds later, six or seven hundred of the burial crows died, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the hoarse and mournful wails of the burial crows echoed in the blood-colored dusk, which was particularly penetrating.

Sixty seconds later, the battle ended.

The crow corpses all over the ground can no longer distinguish the crow head, crow tail, crow beak, and crow claw, and the number of corpses in the ground is incalculable.

"It's so cool!"

In Ye Gucheng's purple pupils, a touch of bloody aura swept through.

A large number of killings have seduced out the primitive demonic nature in his body.

Each of these thousand burial crows has the cultivation of a fourth-order mad warrior, but there is nothing to hide under the god of death.