The filter element of the gas mask had failed, and after holding her breath, Jiang Yingxue ran out of a distance before she could change into a brand new gas mask.

This boatman, using poison, can be described as a miraculous skill, and in such a short time, a method of dealing with gas masks has been developed.

"What now?

Do you think the runner will set up an ambush near the corpse pile? ”

If you want to burn this flock, you have to take a detour upwind of the flock, which is a long way away and very vulnerable to ambushes.

"I'm afraid we don't have time to burn the corpses.

Another group of Tibetan sheep came running over, and it seemed that the symptoms were the same as those of the previous herd. ”

Yanghai tactics, constantly consuming the ammunition reserves and energy reserves in Jiang Yingxue's hands, are a very usual way of playing.

In the face of this continuous pressure, Bai Ning had already come out of the tent to help Jiang Yingxue.

In a short time, the crisp sound of gunfire rang out again in the camp, and a large number of bullets were spewed out at the swarming flock, and another road to death was stained red with blood.

The strong smell of blood poured into the camp along the night wind, and the filters of gas masks had been replaced.

Sooner or later, they will have to use their bodies to resist this poison mixed with the smell of blood, and they don't know what kind of abnormalities will occur in their bodies when this happens.

"What about the people in the tent now, they can't start a riot, right?"

While reloading the spare magazine, she casually asked about the current possible situation, listening to the tone, Jiang Yingxue was quite pessimistic about this poisonous attack.

Fighting positional warfare is a dead end no matter how you look at it.

"The men in the tent were quiet, but it was more like a calm before a storm, and a sudden commotion was brewing.

For these sleeping people, I think we should have faced this bloody storm earlier. ”

After speaking, Bai Ning seemed to be in a frenzy and took off the gas mask he was wearing.

If it weren't for Bai Ning's demeanor still calm at this time, Jiang Yingxue would have wondered if he had fallen into some kind of abnormal madness because of the drug.

"Do you think that the purpose of running the boat is to consume the gas mask resources in our hands?

Or, what can really kill us is some kind of poisonous fog that can be blocked by gas masks.

In order to pave the way for this lore, did the boat runner come to such a farce of crazy attacks? ”

Also took off the gas mask, Jiang Yingxue shook her hair, and her relaxed appearance could no longer hide the essence of fatigue.

Just took off the gas mask, and the air inhaled into the lungs was like a mouthful of rich blood, the blood of two or three hundred sheep, could it be so powerful?

As a mouthful of sticky and greasy blood smell entered her lungs, a certain uncontrollable sense of excitement also ran rampant in Jiang Yingxue's mind.

A restlessness was enveloping instinct and constantly spurring this body, trying to instigate Jiang Yingxue to make some crazy moves.

The flock will descend into madness, and it seems to take for granted in this personal experience.

There is something wrong with this blood, and it is very problematic, can they really keep their sanity in the midst of this rich elixir of euphoria?

Even to think a little more extremely, under the influence of this external euphoria, they are likely to fall into a final state of madness in the midst of constant killing.

Maybe it didn't take any time for the bodyguards to riot, and the two of them would be enough to destroy the entire camp.

"Try to keep the rhythm of your breathing, don't be affected by abnormal emotions in your head, and drink a cup of strong tea to refresh yourself.

Let's go, let's go burn the corpses. ”

Since he no longer cared about the abnormal effect in the smell of blood, Bai Ning's next move was even more fierce, and he rushed out with a gasoline barrel.

The distance of dozens of meters came in an instant, and as the flames poured out, two tongues of fire danced wildly in this cold and hard stone mountain.

Looking at these violently burning corpses up close, watching the blood on the ground evaporate in the flames, Bai Ning couldn't understand how this phenomenon similar to spontaneous combustion came about.

Even if special drugs can indeed cause the instability of animal souls, the phenomenon of restless souls igniting under the influence of external heat cannot be explained by conventional theories.

At present, it can only be determined that in the hands of Captain Dong, a descendant of the Fenglong clan, there should be some secrets related to the soul in his hands.

When he obtained the dragon pattern slate before, Bai Ning felt that the slate that suddenly appeared was likely to come from other clans in the surviving land.

So, to reason deeply, the Dragon Clan, or even the Royal Dragon Clan, did they also originate from this special ancient clan?

The study of the soul is taboo, but it does not mean that no one studies it, nor does it mean that the study of its existence is isolated, this clan that has some special bonds with the dragon clan, the clan that has some special energy secrets, also grasps the secrets related to the soul to a certain extent?

As soon as he thought of this, Bai Ning became more interested in this sinister Captain Dong.

Based on this, it's not that he can't be given a chance, it depends on whether he can grasp this opportunity.

It was like a predetermined rhythm of the attack, and as soon as it was burned, another flock of crazy sheep swarmed towards the camp.

In terms of the scale of observation among the drones, this is the largest group of sheep at present, and there are about 300 of them.

Even if the bullet has a certain penetrating effect, it is impossible to kill calmly in the face of a dense flock, and the aimless strafing will only make the consumption of bullets far exceed 300, which is an extremely heavy burden on the ammunition reserves in the camp.

"Can you preset an ambush position and use the buried explosives to blow up part of the flock?"

With the starry sky, Jiang Yingxue looked at the surging gray-black figure in the distance and asked a suggestion that she knew was impossible.

This group of sheep was obviously controlled by Captain Dong, and Captain Dong had been secretly observing their every move, and it was useless to temporarily bury mines.

But using bombs to kill and injure sheep in large quantities is a general direction of thinking, and Jiang Yingxue hopes that Bai Ning can give a reasonable solution.

"How many large drones are there in the camp?"

The question asked by Bai Ning points to the possibility of drone bombs, but it is a huge weakening of the aerial vision in the camp.

"Not much, maybe one or two."

A strategic reserve is better than nothing, which is just a drop in the bucket for Captain Dong, who has a huge flock of thousands of sheep.

"It's a good idea, let's use bullets to kill as many sheep as possible."

Even if the drone can explode in the air, the number of sheep killed and injured is limited, and a drone for dozens of bullets is about equal to more than worth the loss.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the predetermined position, the charging sheep had already reached a range of 50 meters from the camp, Jiang Yingxue was in full swing, and Bai Ning was also busy filling the empty magazine.

The barrels of the guns killed by more than three hundred sheep were already hot, Jiang Yingxue rubbed her hands that were numb from the shock, and looked at the last ram that fell within five meters in front of her, her face was full of solemnity.

The strength of the camp's firepower has been tested by successive flocks, and if the number of sheep in the next flock exceeds four hundred, the camp's defense line will inevitably be overwhelmed.

Even if Bai Ning also participates in strafing, the predetermined number of magazines will be insufficient.

There is a limit to the number of bullets that can be fired by the camp per unit of time, and this is the defensive limit of the camp.

"With one drone bombardment, we can probably hold two groups of 400 sheep in a concentrated charge.

These waves of Tibetan sheep were defeated, and even if the runner still had the remaining sheep in his hand, he had to spend a lot of time gathering them.

But even if we can survive tonight, can we hold on to tomorrow night when our ammunition reserves are stretched? ”

Jiang Yingxue's words sounded like she wanted to retreat, but from Jiang Yingxue's serious demeanor, it could be known that she had actually been beaten out of anger.

Evacuating this place in such a gloomy way made him feel humiliated.

asked this question, just to see if Bai Ning had any back-ups.

Or, stay here and gamble that they will find the Queen Mother's initial refuge tomorrow.

With this new exploration site, the temptation of the greater good may be able to make Captain Dong stop for a while.

As long as there is a buffer time, whether it is the air replacement personnel or the air ammunition supply, it will not be a problem.

"Burn this pile of corpses."

Bai Ning replied lightly with the oil drum, seemingly very obsessed with this pile of corpses that exuded a sweet smell.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingxue's heart was suddenly shocked, when did she actually taste the sweet olfactory experience in the smell of blood?

The poisoning is deeper, coupled with the constant killing of the sheep, so that it completely stimulates the bloodthirsty desire in the heart, and has it become an out-and-out executioner?

Psychologically distorted and perverted to this point, can you even get pleasure feedback in the midst of killing?

I was shocked for a while, and I was even more afraid of the medicine used by Captain Dong.

Knowing that the poisoning would be deeper, why did Bai Ning still advocate taking off the gas mask?

Moreover, what kind of psychological state is Bai Ning in at this time, and has the abnormal instinctive reaction in his heart been pushed to the limit?

If their soul strength doesn't allow them to resist this round of poisonous mist attacks, it seems that there is no room for maneuver in the future.

Death will be their final destination tonight.

Silently staring at the man in front of him, this man who was still as stable as a mountain at the physical level inexplicably planted some seeds of comfort in Jiang Yingxue's heart.

In the dangerous place, there is always a different scenery, since the end may be known, then just like Bai Ning, enjoy all the madness at this time as much as possible.

Dancing in madness, who will be the ultimate loser?

It's just a few poisons that can trigger instinctive desires, and even if you are completely reduced to an instinctive animal that only knows how to kill, what reason is there to doubt that you will not survive to the end?

Silently keeping up with Bai Ning's pace, decisively pouring gasoline, a fire dragon once again reflected the red and gray rocky tidal flats, wasteland, and the shadows of the air flow danced like mad demons, out of control.