A grenade exploded in the crowd, causing unprecedented panic, but the damage caused was not great, because the personnel were standing too densely, and the fragments blasted by a grenade were only covered by a few people around them, and the others could not take their turns. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But there is more than one grenade, just like a thunderbolt after a sting, after the first explosion, it is out of control.

Suddenly, at this great change, the Water Lion Pirate Group, which was already unstable, immediately turned into a mess of porridge, running away, running away, no one wanted to stay here without hope and wait for a few more pieces of steel on their bodies. No matter how powerful Flender is, he can't really stabilize the army's heart in a short period of time under a series of blows, and even if he can do it, he is now too busy to take care of himself.

When the first grenade was thrown, he subconsciously pulled his men in front of him, but because the grenade exploded on the ground, although it didn't hit his body, a piece of shrapnel with a scorching temperature scraped his calf, which still brought him unbearable pain.

During the time he came out to fight on the sea, although he was hit, he did no substantial damage, and the most ruthless thing was that he was chased and killed so that he couldn't find the north, and the days of pampering and pampering him were too long, and now it was a little difficult to suppress the pain again.

However, Flender is also a ruthless person, although the pain in his calf made his leg tremble a little, but he clenched his teeth and didn't say a word. The lights here are too dim to see what the wound is doing, but it doesn't feel like it's going to affect your movements.

He knew that he couldn't really fight the other party anymore, they didn't have weapons, and even if the other party only had a small group of people, they could play them to death.

The other party is hiding in the shadows, fighting if he wants to, retreating if he wants to, the initiative is completely in the hands of that side, isn't it the other party's live target when so many of them get together, and on the other hand, on his side, what does he have?

He only has a guard of thirty people with guns, oh no, just now two were killed, and now there are only twenty-eight left, although there are no less than three hundred people now, but they are only small daggers, and they can't raise their combat effectiveness at all.

Moreover, these twenty-eight people have to protect his safety at all times, and there is no time to fight with each other, so it seems that he has an absolute advantage in numbers, but in fact it is not.

Although it is not clear the specific number of opponents, one thing is for sure, the number of opponents will definitely not be hundreds, otherwise, they would have already suffered an extermination blow, and it would be an absolute one-sided slaughter with a hundred soldiers armed with guns against a team that has no resistance capital.

He knew that he couldn't wait any longer, the sound of grenade explosions was still ringing, and the screams were constantly ringing out, and the team members kept falling, if this kind of battle situation was allowed to continue, then he didn't have to fight, just this kind of faceless torture could slaughter his people.

"Everyone scattered, each looking for a place to hide, there are not many of them, do everything you can to kill them!" Flender roared, but unfortunately his roar had no effect at all in the constant explosion of explosions, and the surrounding team members were all in a mess, could anyone still hear his orders?

Although he was angry in his heart, he was also helpless about this situation, if the arsenal was intact, even if he lost half of the people, this situation would definitely not occur, but now that there is no follow-up, there is no way to restrain them.

It was completely helpless to let everyone disperse, why didn't he want to kill him so fiercely and let out this evil breath? But the situation did not allow it!

In the chaos, no one obeyed Flender's orders anymore, they only cared about fleeing for their lives, and they were no different from a group of monkeys who were at a loss, but in this way, it was exactly what Flender meant.

Under the cover of the Twenty-Eighth Escort, Flanders moved along the flow of people into the dense forest, and he needed to find a safe enough place to shelter as soon as possible, because the wound on his calf made him sweat a little painfully.

Although they scattered without the slightest resistance, the grenades flying out of the darkness still did not stop, constantly exploding in the crowd, bringing countless flesh and stumps with severed arms.

Flender wanted people to rush out and find those bastards who threw grenades, but the other party didn't even show his face so far, with the sufficiency of their throwing weapons, rifles and the like were already the lowest configuration, it was impossible not to have them, if there were some submachine guns or the like, then his damage could only be greater.

And what made him even more helpless was that these people were very cunning, and immediately transferred after losing the grenade, and no one knew where a grenade would fly out of the next moment, and it was unpredictable that caused a large number of casualties.

This battle was even more fucked up than being chased by the bigwigs before, at least at that time, although it was miserable, there was also a counterattack, and the two sides continued to consume, although there were more defeats and fewer victories, but it was not like this. Until now, not only does he not even know how many people are on the other side, but he doesn't even know which side the other party is, and the two sides don't really look at each other, so he really can't figure out who he has offended.

It's not because they can't think of it, but because they offend too many people on weekdays, and it's really hard to determine which one it is.

Eventually, the woods in front of the arsenal were left with only the corpses and the members of the water lions who were still howling miserably, but there was silence here, no more explosions, and the sound of gunfire was gone, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Ran took people to the island from there and came directly in this direction, they were already very close when the first grenade exploded, and when they arrived, Flender was leading his people to start escaping, seeing that his people were still using grenades to expand the results of the battle, without thinking about it, Mo Ran directly led people to join the battle group.

Mo Ran ordered the members who rushed over with him to separate and tear apart the battle line, and the resistance of the other party from beginning to end was extremely limited, although he had not yet figured out the specific situation, but in line with the basic principle of doing things without taking advantage of the bastards, seeing this group of water dogs, there was naturally no reason not to step forward and step on two feet.

With the addition of the new force led by Mo Ran, the situation of one-sided torture and killing has been accelerated, and Mo Ran and the others are here in full armor, so naturally they will not have scruples like the dozen or so people who landed on the island first, shoot when they see people, and throw a grenade or something like that in a crowded place.