This early morning, a whistling north wind blew, and the wind swept up the yellow sand in the sky, and the horizon was gray and yellow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind is actually not big, just because the northern foot of the silver spider's territory is Donglai, a large area of bare loess land, no vegetation, no green leaves, as soon as the wind comes, the loess is blown into the sky.

The camp was lazy, and everyone's tense nerves relaxed.

After last night's toss, it's finally time to be safe.

Whether it is Painting Dirt or his subordinates, there is an idea in their subconscious: that is, this latent power will only hide in the territory of the Silver Spider. Even if you take the initiative, you will only choose to sneak attack at night.

Painting stained waited for reinforcements from the mourning crows in the early morning.

A yellow tornado suddenly blew from the direction of Donglai, and when I got closer, I found that the reinforcements that turned out to be mourning crows had finally arrived.

The mourning crow himself really didn't come, it was the number two person in the Bone Mountain, the black panther.

The panther man is indeed a little dark, and he looks like a human race, and the whites of his eyes are flashing all over his face.

The black man also rode a black horse, which was like a charcoal head, and even the eyes and teeth were all black, and it looked a bit like a breed of the underworld.

There were three other men beside him, all black horses, and the horses were very tall, with hooves the size of a sea bowl, and they were as cold as visitors from hell, and they looked very intimidating.

So they came four men and four horses, and a dense mass of things, more than a thousand, but not men, but dogs and rats.

The dogs, each the size of a calf, with huge heads and strong teeth, without a single hair, and all the muscles of the body, stacked on top of each other, were full of destructive power and intimidating.

This canine, called the ground jackal by the people of Bone Mountain, is just like the African hyena, with an ugly appearance and a strong bite, and it is a large piece of meat in one bite.

I don't know where these mutated minced jackals were collected, and there are more than a hundred of them, and they have to be released together, and no matter how big the animals are, they can be hunted by them.

There are also sawtooth mice, which are not big, each one is about the same size as a domestic cat, and it looks gray and fleshy, if it weren't for the two white canine teeth, they would even be a little cute.

Rats originally had no canine teeth, only two large incisors, which belonged to the category of incisors, but this sawtooth rat was completely different, its two incisors mutated into two canine teeth, about 4 centimeters long, which looked like two steel chisels.

You must know that the teeth of rodents are originally the most powerful rodents, they can bite anything, and if they don't bite, they will grow wildly, don't look at its smallness, just the size of this cat, you can take a steel bar next to its mouth, and you can click it into a saw blade.

For sawtooth rats, they only need to have strong teeth, and they don't need to fight alone, they can win by numbers, think about it, if these more than 800 sawtooth rats rush up, it is estimated that even if it is an elephant, it can be bitten in tens of seconds without even bones and slag.

And with so many mutant beasts, only four people were needed to command. And as long as there is a beast control technique, there is no need to worry that these mutant beasts will have two hearts.

This is a group of real death squads, as long as the four of them give a command, even a piece of steel will be bitten into iron filings.

Hua Yan looked at the thousand mutant beasts, and was very satisfied with the mourning crow reinforcements, he knew that there were not many mutant beasts in the hands of the mourning crows, and now they came out at least seventy percent.

It seems that the mourning crow has also been paying attention to the development of the situation, and the crushing tactic of painting dirt almost pouring out of the nest was actually dragged to the next day, and he was a little surprised, knowing that if he couldn't quickly solve the battle in a short time, then painting dirt would be really troublesome.

The real combat power of him and the two of them combined, compared to the lone wolf in the dungeon in the west, is actually inferior, so he doesn't want to fall down, if the Three Kingdoms become two poles, then he will die.

Painting Dirt's subordinates, after the Tyrannosaurus and the Shining Girl have gone and have no return, everyone is a little trembling, after all, these two people are the strongest except for Painting Dirt, and in their eyes, they are all mountains and mountains, however, these two people were also swallowed by the Silver Spider Territory, how could they not tremble?

As the leader, he also saw the low morale, and now that the beast army of the mourning crows arrived, he felt the need to do a general mobilization before the war.

He was standing on the roof of the SUV, and he looked tall and thin, with a bare head, without a trace of hair, but covered with weird and alternative tattoos, those tattoos, not beasts or landscapes, but ghosts!

The ghostly expressions that pale as black smoke looked terrifying, like nightmares, full of the most negative emotions in the world: greed, killing, jealousy, resentment......

He was standing in the north wind with a trumpet in his hand, he was dressed very thinly, the wind rolled up his sleeves, and there were still ghost tattoos in them, and the man looked like a ghoul, his eyes were cold and cruel, his voice was not loud, but there was an indescribable oppressiveness:

"Brothers, we've been in a bit of trouble lately, some brothers are very good and work hard, but some people, hehe, I won't name them, I'll watch them. Some people think that there is no way to take this matter, I advise you, don't bet on the wrong treasure! ”

This is a strong threat, although he didn't say anything cruel, but with everyone's understanding of the painting, after the matter is over, someone will definitely lose their lives.

"These guys who hide in the territory of the silver spider will only make a shady move, they are a group of turtles with shrunken heads, they only dare to hide in the thick fog, they only dare to take advantage of the night to sneak attack, you don't want to be intimidated by them, today, we will kill them all with overwhelming momentum! If anyone dares to slack off and refuse to sell his life, then the master will kill him! ”

"The King of Painting is mighty!"

"Long live the painting king!"

I don't know who took the lead, a group of people shouted in unison, making a sycophant slogan a bit grandiose.

"Doodoo-"

Just as the combat mobilization was reaching the G tide, several deafening air horns suddenly interjected.

The sound was extremely decibels, and Sun Dasheng artificially increased the power, which shocked everyone's ears for a while, and the sound of sycophants was instantly overshadowed!

The panther was also startled by the abrupt sound, and felt the black horse under his crotch shrink back uneasily. You know, his black charcoal horse, even in the face of the lion's pounce, will not move, this time it will be shocked by a horn?

Confused, he turned his head and saw a truck rushing out of the jungle, the size was not exaggerated, but the sci-fi color of the body fascinated his eyes.

Sun Dasheng drove the car and rushed out, although the car could not be transformed into a human form, but because of the advantages of metal, it came abruptly, mysteriously, and deranged!

"Boom-"

The engine roared, and the truck was muscular, and it rushed towards the painted convoy with great vigour!

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

"Fire!"

The shouts came and went, and instead of getting out of the off-road vehicle, the painting swept straight to the driver's seat with a vicious eye, and he wanted to see who was sitting inside.

Li Xiao suddenly let out a ghost cry next to him: "Oh my God, Sazi, he is the one named Sun Dasheng!" He, he's chased me all the way here! ”

"He's Sun Dasheng?" I feel that the tip of my tongue is a little bitter, and I suspect that I am angry!

He said viciously: "Since he automatically came to the door to die, then the master will overtake him today!" Brothers, artillery shooting! ”

However, after a long period of confusion, no cannon fire was heard, only a howl:

"his mother, why is the cannon dumb!"

"I'm here too! Hell yes. ”

In the end, the individual bazooka sounded, but it was blown up and bored, and the shell was not issued, only to see that the soldier's shoulder exploded, and the head was directly vaporized, and the remaining half of the body was also tattered and unshaped!

The greater resentment belongs to those who have guns in their hands, the cannons don't go off, there were only two, but if the guns don't go off, there are nearly two hundred.

It seems that this shot is not dead, but someone is making trouble!

But they didn't have time to express their "sorrow about the guns not going off", because Sun Dasheng's truck rushed over like a desperate Saburo, with the momentum of wanting to die with everything, and rushed fiercely!

"Boom!"

The truck swooped down on a nearby troop truck, and the troop truck was instantly deformed like a piece of paper, and the fuel tank was squeezed and exploded, making a huge noise, and the flames engulfed both vehicles at the same time!

Is this guy a second shortage? This TM is completely playing suicide bombing.

Although one truck was lost, everyone was happy, and they deserved it!