When Lao Jing told Mao Yanran about his thoughts, the little girl was still a little scared, no matter how those people ate the defeat, they were still tens of thousands of troops.

Just the two of them want to block it, and my brother's courage is really not small.

However, the girl remembered the crying father who was killed by the Sea Clan Army when he was looking at the battlefield from the rooftop, and it seemed that her brother's plan could achieve certain results.

The little girl's heart was crossed, she shook her little head twice, and pulled Jing Jun to appear about 500 meters in front of the crab.

Lao Jing was reluctant to force Mao Yanran to carry out the blocking mission according to his own wishes, but after seeing the little girl's determined eyes, his heart was overjoyed, and he could finally be willful once - Gatling swept away very coolly!

The two of them stood on the empty sandy ground, and Lao Jing's heart moved, and the small iron cart that set up a hand-cranked Gatling appeared in front of him, but he had a strange look on his face.

Mao Yanran also covered her mouth and chuckled.

Dare Gatling's six swarthy heavy barrels were facing Jing Jun himself, and he had misdirected it, an extremely low-level negligence.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Mao Yanran's nervous mood at the beginning eased a lot.

The Qiankun ring is a super-large capacity storage artifact that can be perceived by the wearer's mind, and the income and release of things are all based on the owner's thoughts.

After the item appeared, whether it was held in his hand or put on the ground was generally in accordance with the owner's will, but just now Lao Jing took out the Gatling but the muzzle of the gun rushed to himself, which was obviously against his own intentions, and the first thing he heard since he came into contact with the gun was to never point the muzzle at himself or the people around him.

In fact, it was just that he had been thinking about how many people he could kill by surprise when he stayed for a while, and he forgot about this little stubble for a while.

Lao Jing shook his head with a wry smile and put the small iron car into the ring again, and the next moment, the machine gun reappeared in front of the two, and the muzzle of the gun, which had already begun to rise, rushed straight into the vanguard of the Ranta more than 100 meters.

Just kidding, with a weight of more than three hundred catties, even his body strengthened by thunder and lightning can't move this weight.

After a small accident, the two looked at the strange sea clan people who were gradually walking in, Lao Jing turned his head, looked at the cat Yanran standing beside him, and said softly: "Yanran, are you afraid!"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then said in a crisp and immature childish voice: "Brother!

The girl said that she was not afraid, but her blushing little face expressed the opposite meaning.

Lao Jing stroked the little girl's head dotingly, and said with a smile: "Hehe, Yanran is so well-behaved, it will be loud after a while, but my brother still needs your help to support this." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the chain of bullets hanging from the bolt.

"Hmm!"

The girl replied heavily, squatted down her thin body, and lifted the cold bullet with her white and tender little hands.

Jing Jun looked up at the Sea Clan soldiers who were almost more than two hundred meters away, and said in a deep voice, "Yanran, we're going to start!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight pause, Lao Jing's right arm screamed, shook the crank with all his might, the gear drove the barrel to rotate, the first bullet was sent into the chamber, the hammer hit the bottom fire, and the bullet whistled out.

"Click......

At this time, Lan Ba and Zhang Mowu speculated wildly about the identity of Jing Jun who suddenly appeared.

In fact, according to Jing Jun's own calculations, they would have to wait until the Sea Clan soldiers were close to about 100 meters before shooting, in that way, even if they understood that this weapon was not something they could defeat at this time, and they needed to flee first, but even if they wanted to turn around and flee at that distance, they would definitely pay a heavy price within the strongest killing distance of 500 meters.

But he felt that such a close contact with the Sea Clan soldiers would inevitably scare the cat, although the little girl kept saying "not afraid".

However, this time it was a temporary intention after seeing the traces along the way, aiming to continue to exert psychological pressure on the defeated general, hoping that a primitive hand-cranked Gatling would indeed not kill many people.

Even so, after a few hundred bullets were fired, more than a hundred ordinary soldiers immediately returned to the underworld.

Thermal weapons appeared for the first time on the Eastern Continent, and these natives did not know that lying down immediately in the face of machine gun fire would greatly reduce the probability of being hit by bullets, but after hearing the extremely familiar "click" sound, almost all of them screamed and fled in all directions, including those Sea Clan elites who had borne the brunt of yesterday and were frightened.

A burlap chain had a load of 2,000 rounds, and Gatling's rate of fire was nearly 400 rounds per minute, which means that it took more than five minutes to shoot a chain.

After Mao Yanran's little hand sent out the last piece of burlap loaded with bullets, she couldn't help but rub her eardrums, which were a little numb from the sound of the gunshot, until her blue eyes saw that the muzzle that was turning "woo" no longer sprayed bright white tongues of fire, and then she put down her little hand.

But the ears are still "buzzing", as if there are thousands of bees flying and hovering in the brain.

Lao Jing stopped shaking his crank, which was a little sore, but the fatigue of his arm did not have time to take care of it for the time being, and the figures of those soldiers in his field of vision were getting smaller and smaller, so it was better to kill as many as possible.

With a flash of thought, a new bullet chain appeared, unfastening the fixture, placing the bullets, pressing down the card slot, and preparing to beckon the cat to move some distance closer in the direction of the pirates' escape.

I took a deep breath, and before the words could be spoken, I felt that the air was cold to the bone, as if I had inhaled ten thousand steel needles, and the air flowed to my chest, stinging unbearably.

"Ahem......"

Jing Jun couldn't help coughing, and at the same time he thought about what situation he had encountered, because his vision gradually blurred, and soon he couldn't see anything.

It's early in the morning, when the sun is at its strongest!

He slowed his breathing, felt the cold sensation of the bullets, instantly put the gun and bullets into the ring, and whispered, "Yanran? Yanran, where are you?"

"Ahem...... Elder brother...... , brother, I, I'm in ...... Ahem......"

Lao Jing heard that although the voice of the cat Yanran was weak, it didn't seem to be harmed, he was slightly relieved, endured the cold stinging pain between his breaths, and said, "Yanran, you, you leave here first!"

"No, no...... , I, I...... Ahem......"

Mao Yanran actually thought of who was attacking them, but remembered that a few days ago when she faced this breathing pain, she left the battlefield first, although she took the culprit to an unknown place afterwards, but she was sometimes annoyed that she couldn't resist immediately.

Now that he has met this person here, no matter how he found this place, he must not escape again!

But......

The stubborn little girl thought so, but her weak constitution was destined to not last long here, and in her excitement, she immediately coughed violently.

Jing Jun was anxious, and while concentrating on the spellcaster, he explained in a calmest tone as much as possible: "Yanran, obedient, you go to other places to rest first, my brother has a way to deal with him!"

"But...... Ahem......"

The little girl is still struggling to support herself.

Suddenly, there were a few "sighs", as if a sharp object broke through the air, Jing Jun's left hand gathered the power of electricity, and a plasma shield appeared.

"Crackling ......"

"Whoosh", like the sound of water droplets falling into a hot oil pot.

The attack hit the plasma shield, and Jing Jun was unharmed.

He had not yet relaxed his tight breath, and suddenly heard the girl's muffled snort in his ears.

His heart "chuckled", and he said hurriedly: "Yanran, how are you?"

After a long time, the girl said in a weak voice, "No, it's okay...... , brother, ahem......"

Lao Jing was relieved at this time, Mao Yanran's voice was as thin as a gossamer, but her breath was quite even, and she snorted just now to indicate that she was hit by something, but she had crocodile soft armor on her body, and there were few weapons under the divine soldiers that could cause substantial damage to her.

And at this time, he couldn't fully perceive and look for the cat Yanran in the mist, so he could only raise his voice again, and shouted with a slight seriousness: "Yanran! Obedient! Get out of here first!"

The little girl obviously realized that she could not play a role in the cold ice and mist, at least at this stage, her strength was not enough to counter the enemy in the fog, on the contrary, it would greatly drag the eldest brother to fight with that person.

I agreed with some regret and tore the space away.

Lao Jing finally put his mind at ease, and his spiritual power spread out to the greatest extent, and he really sensed a tall figure at a distance of more than fifty meters, which was in line with Fang Cai's guess.

Although he found out where the caster was, the distance was obviously beyond the limit casting distance of his lightning ball, so he could only rush to it, and he couldn't help but regret that his magic cultivation had not made an inch of progress during this time, otherwise he would be able to cast a range attack spell from a distance if he was promoted to a high level.

Due to the limitations of their strength, the distant caster was unable to inflict a strong blow on Jing Jun at this distance, but only tried to gather the ice elements in the environment and fuse them into the air, and then form a thick white mist, which disturbed Jing Jun's vision and affected the respiratory system at the same time, and then looked for an opportunity.

Unfortunately, this method itself is very passive, and if the trapped person is not as strong as him, he will indeed be at his mercy after a period of time.

But who is Lao Jing?

On the earth, the elite special forces sniper has passed all kinds of strict psychological and physical tests, and in the Eastern Continent, the disciple of the world's number one demon saint, after unremitting cultivation, his magic attainment has reached the middle level, even if the high level is just around the corner, but he himself is not clear.

All in all, Lao Jing does feel a lot of discomfort in the cold ice and mist, and he doesn't have a killing move that can kill the enemy with one blow, but he will never be like Mao Yanran, who can't even breathe.

He walked more than ten meters towards the figure, and suddenly threw a ball of lightning, sensing that he was probably in front of the figure, and the strange thing was that the person didn't seem to notice the "crackling" sound, and the ball of electric sparks was approaching, and he still stood still.

He didn't hesitate anymore, he blew it up first.

"Boom!"

The snow flashed brightly, and the figure disappeared, but Lao Jing's suspicion increased, because he sensed that two more tall figures appeared not far behind him.

"What's going on? Isn't that the person?"

The sudden abnormality did not make Jing Jun's feet chaotic, he held his breath, the pain in his chest and abdomen was greatly reduced, his chin was slightly raised, the plasma shield shook, and the sound of "poof" and "poof" was endless.

Another hidden weapon struck the electric shield and pierced into the sand elsewhere.