The two jeeps in front and behind stopped in turn, and the five soldiers, under the leadership of the temporary squad leader Ye Cong, dispersed to Sun Xiang's surroundings to guard.

Today's weather is a bit hot, and it's very stuffy to wear heavy body armor. In the hair under the helmet, sweat dripped down the neck and down the back.

But no matter Ye Cong or a few others, no one dared to take off this heavy equipment. The mortal body is as fragile as paper paste in front of the monster, and this layer of protection can more or less play a role in comforting the heart.

"Your Excellency, please give orders. ”

After setting up the tactical formation, Ye Cong asked beside Sun Xiang.

Sun Xiang just smiled lightly, as a chief, he didn't have to answer Ye Cong's questions.

Ye Cong is a professional soldier, and while he waits, he carefully examines his surroundings. They are in the center of a three-way intersection, surrounded by no buildings, only a few lush green barriers. In front of them was supposed to be a small street park.

When Huaguo was developing its land in those years, it left many such greening projects.

The park has rudimentary facilities, with a few steel-framed gym equipment, which are now rusted. There are two chains hanging lonely from a steel pipe, perhaps it turns out to be a swing. There is a small open space with a marble floor, which is about a square dance for old men and old women. There is also a rudimentary pavilion with some broken wooden chairs.

After losing the maintenance of humans, dense vines and plants crawled all over the place, and it once again became the territory of nature.

What is more interesting is a large tree next to the pavilion. Its leaves are bare, its branches are gray, and its trunk is thick but has an indescribably lifeless color. These features make the tree stand out from the lush greenery that surrounds it.

Ye Cong and his old partner Pan Ziming glanced at each other, and they already had a plan in each other's hearts. In this era, when you encounter strange things, nine times out of ten it is related to youkai. Cultivators can feel the demonic aura on the demon clan, and mortals can't do this. But mortals can accumulate experience and make up for such deficiencies a little.

Judging from Ye Cong's experience, this may be a dryad. Dryads aren't too powerful, though their branches can turn into spikes, piercing mortal bodies and sucking mortal flesh. But the soldiers weren't too worried about the monster.

The reason is very simple, the dryad basically can't move, and can only wait for the rabbit to kill the humans who come close to it rashly. As long as it is outside the range of their branches and roots, it is safe.

The five people sent to Sun Xiang by Squadron Leader Gao Xiangrong were all experienced soldiers. This is not the first time the dryad has been encountered, and everyone knows how to deal with it.

Ye Cong and Pan Ziming cautiously took two steps forward, and when they saw that Sun Xiang did not object, they set out to deal with this tree demon. Humans and demons are mortal enemies, and they always want to destroy each other when they collide. Civilians may flee because of fear in their hearts. But the coastal city defense army is a tried and tested old fritter, and it is still happy to deal with such a live target that cannot be moved.

Besides, killing a youkai and getting a credit bounty when you go back is a good deal.

"Who brought the fire?" Ye Cong asked.

"I have. ”

A soldier took out a grenade from his tactical pocket and threw it to Ye Cong. The so-called "fire" is a single incendiary bullet, and it is perfect for killing the Dryad. Ye Cong took the ammunition, knocked it on his helmet, opened the safe, and stuffed it into the cartridge hanging under his rifle.

The grenade drew a curve and landed accurately on the tree thirty meters away, bursting into flames with a loud bang, and ignited the entire tree in less than half a second. This kind of military-incendiary flame is very useful against low-level dryads, but it can't deal with powerful ones.

Powerful monsters can form a demonic shield on the surface of the body to block the damage of these mortal fires. Of course, the battle at that level has little to do with Ye Cong's soldiers.

It was a battlefield for cultivators.

The flames were so fierce that they were painful even from thirty meters away. The branches and leaves of the large tree burned and crackled. Soon, the sound was mixed with strange and twisted screams, and the dryad surrounded by fire opened its teeth and claws. It waved its flaming branches in vain, but could not harm the soldiers standing at a safe distance.

Pan Ziming glanced at Sun Xiang proudly, and the meaning was self-evident: This foreign adult, have you seen it, this is the combat effectiveness of our coastal city! Ordinary soldiers are not just cannon fodder, they can also play a certain role.

Of course, he was a little early. When all five soldiers thought they were done. In the raging flames, a line of fire suddenly burst out and rushed straight towards Pan Ziming.

"Get out of the way!"

Ye Cong raised his gun and half-knelt to aim and fire in one go.

And Pan Fatzi already made a standard leap at the moment when his old partner spoke. Not only did he dodge a deadly sneak attack, but he also got out of sight for his teammates. This fat man is a little fatter, and his military quality is absolutely excellent - mortal soldiers who can survive to this day are good hands.

Da-da-da!

The soldiers formed a crossfire, and a large number of bullets hit the line of fire of the sneak attack, scattering the flames on its body. Seeing that the sneak attack failed, this monster reflexively swam dozens of meters away, staring at everyone present with cold eyes.

At this time, Ye Cong saw clearly that this was actually a gray-white snake demon, nearly ten meters long. It crossed its body, raised its head and spit out the letter in protest. A substance-like black demonic aura rose from the cracks in the scales, extinguishing the flames burning on the surface of the body.

It turned out that there was a snake demon hidden on the tree demon just now. But because the colors were too close, the soldiers did not perceive it.

The basilisk moves quickly, with thick scales that make it difficult for bullets to penetrate. This is definitely not the enemy that Ye Cong and the others want to see. But they have no time to regret it.

The gray basilisk struck again, twisting its serpentine form and moving extremely fast. The five men opened fire, and the bullet that was finally hit, but it bounced off the smooth scales with a clanging crunch.

"Reload!" Ye Cong yelled.

The two soldiers in the back immediately changed the magazine and switched to firing. No bullet from any small arms can penetrate the Basilisk's defenses, but the *** has a good blocking effect and can slow down the Bassilis.

Sure enough, the snake demon's swimming was sluggish. It had to abandon the attack and migrate a little farther away.

Ye Cong commanded calmly, but a huge sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. In fact, if you change to ***, you are giving up the opportunity to kill the snake demon. Armor-piercing bullets can't hurt it, and *** can't, it's just stalling for time.

A few years ago, in order to cover the retreat of a cultivator, Ye Cong and his comrades-in-arms used the same tactic. When the magazines are empty, that's when they, the cannon fodder soldiers, die.

For a fighter, the most desperate thing is not the invincible enemy, but the pointlessness of one's own attack. Even if he is destined to die, if he can bite off a piece of meat from a strong enemy before he dies and let the strong enemy shed a few drops of blood, Ye Cong feels that such a death is worth it.

However, even if he risked his life, he couldn't hurt the snake demon in front of him at all.

This huge sense of powerlessness has always been with him, which is why he saves money to buy spiritual grass and wants to become a cultivator no matter what.

At this moment, a warm palm slapped his shoulder. Ye Cong thought it was Pan Ziming, but he didn't expect it to be Sun Xiang, an unfamiliar cultivator.