Fiftieth hourglasses are about 10 minutes, which is the perfect time for the red oranges to start working.

The vat glanced at Bai Yi with admiration, this kid's tactical talent is indeed a fork, he only simply mentally calculated, he can get the approximate arrival time of the Iron Fist Department through the comparison of the distance between the two troops from the Thunderbird group and the time consumed, and it is so accurate, this is not a blind guess, this is a talent.

"Report to the Boss: we're attacking on time!" the vat commanded the whirlwind.

Whirlwind agreed, and made a few gestures to the battle flag, and one of the bad things about the magic eye communication was that it couldn't transmit sound, and the communication between the two parties could only be through signals and gesture passwords.

After the whirlwind made a gesture, at the second base a few kilometers away, Zhang Wen received the message through the Demon Eye.

He took away the cannibal eyeballs that were close to his eyelids, and the image of the vat and the white clothes disappeared instantly.

He picked up another eyeball and placed it on his eyelid, and after the chaotic camera rotated, the image of the Iron Fist troop appeared.

Team B of Iron Fist also has a battle flag, and the magic eye on the battle flag opens and closes at this time with Zhang Wen's mind, sending out a message. After receiving it, the signalman immediately reports it to the captain Iron Fist.

This is the wonderful use of cannibalism, and it is an important result of Zhang Wen's cultivation of this strange animal and plant for two months.

The eyeballs on each of its blades maintain a mysterious connection, and even if they are far away from the main body, they can pass the picture through the leaf as an intermediary.

But the eyeballs of different leaves cannot communicate.

For example, the eyeball on the vat battle flag and Zhang Wen's previous use came from the same blade, while the iron fist was from another blade.

At present, the magic eye communication is still in the experimental stage and is not yet perfect, but Zhang Wen feels that this kind of thing has great potential, and if it can achieve ultra-long-distance communication in the future, and then enrich the communication method and communication content, it will be quite amazing.

In the picture, Iron Fist's troops also began pre-battle preparations, and the team members ate red oranges, put on insulated suits, and propped up hook knife fishing nets.

Zhang Wen's eyes looked at them one by one, Iron Fist, old ghost, dumb, and melon, until he saw the woman.

Yao Yao held the black rope and stood alone, with a sullen expression on her face, not knowing what she was pondering.

Human thoughts are the most complex, especially women, Zhang Wen knows that there are hundreds of biological characteristics in the other world, knows countless spell skills and extraordinary powers, and understands the mystery of life level evolution, but he can never guess a woman's mind.

In this way, he kept watching her in the picture, and she also stood there without moving.

It wasn't until Iron Fist shouted something that she finally nodded, and the activation rope automatically wrapped around her arm like a spirit snake, like an obedient pet.

It seems that she has mastered this set of spells, Zhang Wen thought, this woman's mind is very flexible, and her sensitivity to skills is also very good, originally he wanted to cultivate her well, she will definitely grow into a powerful assistant.

But......

Zhang Wen refuses feelings, he thinks that it will make him weak, even if this woman just makes himself a little excited, he will never allow it, and must be nipped in the bud.

Let's take a look at it, if she can calm down and put herself in the right position, then she can cultivate it deeply.

If she continues to be willful and reckless......

Then kill her!

A white halo rose in Zhang Wen's eyes, glowing with a cold light.

......

Chirp!

With a crisp and loud birdsong, the Iron Fist team that was waiting for the battle saw a white light soaring from the opposite side, flying towards the sky like a backward meteor, until it reached the extremely high sky, and the white meteor exploded and exploded into a white fluorescent.

This is the signal of the snowbird, it will fly into the sky, stretch its feathers and explode a cloud of magic fluorescence, like a fluttering snowflake, it does no harm, but it can play a role in transmitting signals.

Here we go! It's a signal from the vat.

Iron Fist yelled: "Brothers, start fighting. ”

The fighters who ate the red oranges were enthusiastic and fearless, and shouted in unison: "Fight!"

The team of more than a dozen people emitted an overwhelming momentum, and even Yao Yao was refreshed when he heard it, clenched his short bow, and silently said in his heart: Let a bloody battle commemorate that ridiculous feeling, and let it die!

Let it die!

The fighters were armed with weapons and steady, stepping forward step by step, the sound of clanging footsteps like the drums of death, breaking the silence of the jungle, and from time to time a few behemoths flew up in the white mist, and the thunderbirds were alarmed.

Rumble!

Just as the team was about to enter the jungle, a ptarmigan flew out with its wings and roared with thunder.

"Shoot!" Iron Fist stood at the front of the group, rock-solid, with only a short command.

Several crossbowmen aimed and fired, and with a few swishing sounds, the Thunderbird still swooped down with a few arrows, and its eyes emitted two lightning bolts in mid-air.

Boom, everyone dodged, but there were still two team members who couldn't dodge, and the lightning that was split from the air hit the body, and one person turned into charcoal on the spot.

The other roared, and before the lightning struck, activated the petrified skin, and under the lightning strike, the petrified skin shattered, and half of the body was charred, but he survived.

The people around only felt a heat surge, some were paralyzed on the spot, some were slightly unwell, and with the protection of insulating clothing, there were no more casualties.

After the thunderbird struck the lightning, it retracted its swooping stance and prepared to raise altitude and fly away, but the iron fist had already moved.

His weapon was a throwing gun, and he carried a full ten guns behind him, which were short, small, and lightweight.

The total length of the gun is 1.5 meters, the total weight does not exceed two kilograms, the barrel is all made of iron-core wood, the blade is 23 centimeters long, and the head is sharp and tapered. The most peculiar thing is that he attaches a balancing tail to the tail of the gun, which makes the shooting performance more effective.

At the Thunderbird swoop to the lowest altitude, the Iron Fist moved.

He followed the Thunderbird's flight trajectory and ran forward a few steps, his waist spun to one side, and the power of his entire upper body was infused with the throwing spear, and the iron spear slashed through a cold light, and flew out with a whoosh with the speed of his palm.

The first shot went smoothly, and Iron Fist didn't look at the results at all, followed by the second shot and the third shot, almost with a keen intuition formed by long-term practice, and all three throwing guns were shot out in one breath.

The Thunderbird swooped down to the air, just when the old force had exhausted the new strength, and was about to raise its wings, when suddenly a dangerous intuition struck, and it increased the fan force of its wings in fear, and the rumbling wind and thunder sounded around it, but it still could not hide a sharp whistling sound that pierced the eardrums.

Before the whistling was over, the gun had arrived, the Thunderbird only felt a shock to his body, and a tearing pain came from his lower abdomen, and he didn't have time to react, and there were two sharp pains, and then it swirled and fell.

As soon as he landed, before he was dying, he was beaten to death by the fighters who caught up.

"Okay, don't destroy the corpse, the boss is still useful!" Iron Fist stopped his subordinates, and then ordered:

"Keep moving, open the way, and join up with friendly forces as soon as possible. ”

After the death of this thunderbird, no more thunderbirds flew out, and Team B entered the jungle smoothly.