At the same time, the movements of Yan Yichuan and several people were also affected by the explosion and concussion, and the muzzle of the gun was deflected, resulting in the first wave of shooting not being completed, and Achilles and others were only injured but not killed.......

"How many of you are there?" Achilles couldn't help but be angry when he saw Yan Yichuan and the others, "It just so happens that a few of you are going to turn over the head!" Before the words landed, Achilles rubbed his body with a firearm and pounced, shooting while rushing back.

"Bang bang!" Several bullets grazed the bodies of Yan Yichuan and the three of them, and flew over, hitting the wall of the ruins next to several people, leaving a bullet hole, stirring up bursts of green smoke.

Yan Yichuan and the three of them did not show weakness, and rushed towards the opposite side, throwing the spear in their hands behind their backs, holding a pistol in one hand and a melee weapon in the other - all tempered frying pans.

Yan Yichuan and the three of them had several advantages to using these tempered pans as weapons: the bottom area of these pans was large and flat, which made it easy to control the direction of the bullet's rebound, and the edges of these pans had been sharpened, so there was no difference between chopping melons and vegetables and daggers.

"Bell!" A non-harsh sound of metal impact, Yan Yichuan's left arm used the pan in his hand to smash the barrel of the M4A1 in Achilles' hand slightly bent, seeing that it could not be fired again, and at the same time, the R1895 in his hand pointed towards Achilles's ribs.

"Bang!" After the gunshot, Achilles was not injured, it turned out that a second before the gunshot, he used his fist to hit Yan Yichuan's wrist hard, Yan Yichuan hurt and his hand was crooked, and the shot was missed, but the crooked hit was right, opening a hole in the thigh of one of Achilles' companions!

And this guy with a hole in his leg is Xiao Moran's opponent, when this person was holding his leg and howling, Xiao Moran took a frying pan and pointed at him on the head, "Pong!" The dull sound of the metal smashing on the bones sounded in everyone's ears, making people feel that the bones all over their bodies were hurting, and then looking at the man's head was obviously recessed, only the intake was not out, and it seemed that he couldn't live.

Xiao Moran was not in a hurry to mend the knife, and pounced on the next opponent, after all, the number of people on his side was not dominant, and he had eliminated one, and there were 5 enemies!

Seeing the terrifying power of stray bullets, the remaining few people had a tacit understanding that they all collected their pistols, not hoping to kill each other, but not to hurt their own people.

For a while, I could only hear the sound of ping-pong metal crashing, and the closer to the end of the world, the stronger the contractmakers' desire to survive, as for the archbishop's anger, let's wait until I can go back alive!

Just when everyone was fighting, a bomb fell beside everyone, and after a loud bang, everyone was swept away by the explosion wave, and even some people were buried in the earth, and the scene fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

"Boom ......" someone stuck their heads out of the floating soil, panting heavily, although their minds were a little cloudy, but everyone was still subconsciously looking for the enemy, and after finding it, they pounced on the opponent like a beast.

Yan Yichuan shook his dizzy head, looked around, and found that there seemed to be no one around. After distinguishing the sound of the fight, Yan Yichuan rubbed his head and ran over, and just after running two steps, a black shadow rushed out of the oblique stab, throwing Yan Yichuan to the ground, and the two rolled into a crater formed by the explosion.

Before Yan Yichuan could react, he was punched twice in the face, one in the forehead and the other on the bridge of his nose. After two heavy punches, Yan Yichuan felt as if his brain had been violently stirred, the pain was incomparable, and the blood in his nasal cavity could not stop flowing.

Yan Yichuan could only subconsciously raise his elbows to protect his head and curl his body into a ball.

The black shadow continued to punch and kick Yan Yichuan, and also showed his own face-it was Achilles! The dominant Achilles was unforgiving and continued to attack Yan Yichuan.

However, Achilles at this moment was not the person who was like a god a few days ago after all, and after his extraordinary physique was sealed, Yan Yichuan was not seriously hit.

Yan Yichuan came to his senses, and while protecting his vital points, he was looking for an opportunity to fight back.

After observing for a while, Yan Yichuan saw the right time, took a mouthful of flowing nosebleeds, raised his knee suddenly, and withstood a horizontal kick from Achilles.

"Phew", Yan Yichuan spit out the blood in his mouth mixed with saliva, and went straight to Achilles's front door.

Looking at the saliva with blood, Achilles avoided it in disgust, not only because he himself was a little clean, but who knew if the saliva mixed with blood had iron nails or something.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for Achilles to push away, Yan Yichuan got up with a bone, jumped back two times in a row, jumped to the edge of the pit, his back against the pit wall, and stared at Achilles deadly.

Seeing that he could not continue to suppress Yan Yichuan, Achilles simply slowed down his offensive and paced slowly on the other side of the pit, moving his body and walking casually.

As Achilles paced, Yan Yichuan felt that his momentum was slowly declining, and when he thought that Xiao Moran and Bai Zhiqiu were facing the four people on the other side, his heart began to be restless.

Looking at Yan Yichuan, who was like a trapped beast, Achilles had a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had completely mastered the rhythm of the battle. Then it was a big stride, and Achilles' whole temperament became like a mountain, and he slowly pressed towards Yan Yichuan.

As Achilles gradually approached, Yan Yichuan's face became more and more ugly, and Achilles was breezy and calm, and the wisdom bead was in his hand, as if he was holding the rope of victory!

"What other last words do you have?" Achilles' tone was like a condescending emperor who determined life and death, "While I'm in a good mood now, I can let you finish and leave you a whole corpse, although it's not all your credit, but you are also the first one who can force me into such a situation!" After speaking, Achilles raised his chin slightly arrogantly.

Looking at Achilles, who was holding the victory, the anxious aura on Yan Yichuan's body suddenly disappeared without a trace, revealing a weird smile.

"Do you know what time it is?" Yan Yichuan lowered the steel helmet on his head, covering his eyes slightly.

"What time is it?" Achilles laughed disdainfully, "I'm pretending to be a ghost, but I'm in a good mood and I'll tell you compassionately, it's about 12 o'clock!"

"Hehe, that's right!" Yan Yichuan's right fingers swayed, "Noon has arrived!"

"Bang bang!" the revolver fired six shots, but was muffled by the simultaneous sound of bombing!