"kill--"
The jackals roared as if they had been beaten to death, and their voices merged into a long dragon and echoed in the night sky.
Yang Feicui and the others, who looked closely, were in a trance when they saw the refugee-like enemy.
Are these enemies? It's almost enough to say that they are refugees from the Black Continent. No, they should be a ragtag group of refugees from the Black Continent.
Only the bloody reality tore apart their illusions, and the enemies dressed as refugees burst out with ferocity and savagery.
These people include beggars, fans, gangsters, thugs, and hooligans.
If they fight alone, they will at most be vicious to ordinary people. After all, it is difficult for them to achieve great things alone.
But together they become an extremely ferocious sea.
One ant can easily be trampled to death, and ten thousand ants can easily devour a person.
At this moment, they were incited by hatred. It would not be an exaggeration to describe them as a bunch of mad dogs.
Like a fire bursting from the earth, like a flash flood erupting, the violent energy spreads wildly.
Let alone these people who are originally villains, even an honest and honest person will quickly transform in such an atmosphere.
Emotions are contagious, let alone murderous anger?
Some people's original intention is to get some reward money by mixing in, and then take advantage of the chaos to find an opportunity to escape.
But under the influence of my friends, everyone changed their minds and followed the team forward with enthusiasm.
Everyone shouted wildly: "Kill them, kill them!"
The man in black robe raised his arms again and shouted: "Avenge the young master, avenge the president!"
Countless jackals roared: "Revenge, revenge!"
The corners of Yang Feicui's mouth couldn't stop twitching, and she looked around again. They were all Jackal disciples compressed into a fighting circle.
They didn't scream and jump towards each other, but moved forward slowly like bulldozers, not fast but with amazing momentum.
It is precisely because of this that Yang Feicui and the others have no gap to break through.
The dust kicked up by the footsteps gradually became thicker, and it was like a demon forcing itself towards Tang Ruoxue and the others.
The man in black robe waved his weapon: "Kill!"
The jackal raised all kinds of weapons high and roared and charged: "Kill, kill, kill!"
It's just that they were so powerful that they didn't have a clear path, and the car obstacles arranged by Tang Ruoxue blocked them.
They had to rush around the car.
As a result, the momentum stagnated and the team became chaotic.
"Aunt Qing, do it!"
When Yang Feicui subconsciously took a few steps back, Tang Ruoxue shouted to Aunt Qing.
Then, she held the long gun and pulled the trigger.
She fired six shots in one go.
Aunt Qing also held two guns and fired bullets.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
The bullets flew out and all hit the ten cars on the front line.
The next second, the fuel tanks of all ten cars were blown open and exploded on the spot.
Flames soared into the sky, countless fragments shot out, and powerful air waves impacted.
The hundreds of jackal disciples who poured in were instantly overturned, screaming and flying around.
Broken limbs and broken arms, blood all over the ground.
Some people died on the spot, others were seriously injured, and the wailing echoed throughout the club.
The charging jackal army subconsciously retreated.
They didn't expect Tang Ruoxue to be so powerful, let alone that she would blow up the car to block the attack.
"Don't retreat, don't retreat, spread out the attacks and attack together."
"Kill, kill, kill for me!"
The man in black robe immediately jumped off the wall and roared at his companions.
The jackal army howled again and charged with weapons brandished.
This time, instead of attacking the main gate, they pressed in from all sides.
Tang Ruoxue and Aunt Qing fired ten more warheads without mercy.
I heard another series of explosions, and all the oxygen and gas bottles on each passage exploded.
"Bang bang bang——"
With the earth-shattering sound, more than two hundred jackals fell into a pool of blood.
Howling endlessly.
When the wind blew, not only black smoke billowed, but also flames dazzled the eyes, forcing the jackal army to retreat again.
However, the road back was littered with the wreckage of blown-up cars, and many people accidentally fell into the flames, causing another huge injury.
Yang Feicui was very happy and waved her fist:
"Blow them up, blow up these bastards!"
She felt a sense of pleasure.
Tang Ruoxue and the others were not happy, they just quickly replaced their bullets, and no one pursued and evacuated the enemy.
Tonight she wanted to kill a large number of enemies to delay the attack, so she couldn't waste bullets on a single enemy.
"Molotov cocktail!"
Seeing that the attacks failed one after another, the man in black robe hiding behind roared angrily.
At the command, hundreds of jackals rushed forward, lit hundreds of Molotov cocktails and threw them at the club.
"retreat!"
Tang Ruoxue pulled He Feicui and shouted.
She quickly retreated into the hall with everyone, and closed the doors and windows behind her back.
"Bang bang bang——"
Almost at the same time, countless Molotov cocktails hit the clubhouse trees, rockery, pool, and cars.
A series of explosions sounded, and balls of flames burned, plunging the entrance of the club into a sea of ​​flames.
It's just that the distance was too far and no Molotov cocktails hit the club.
Tang Ruoxue took Aunt Qing and the others up to the second floor.
Amidst the thick smoke, the man in black robe shouted again: "Get over here and burn the club down."
More than a hundred jackals approached with Molotov cocktails, trying to close the distance and smash into the club.
Once the building burns, even if Tang Ruoxue and the others cannot be burned to death, they can still be forced out.
"Bang bang bang——"
But Tang Ruoxue didn't give them a chance to get closer, so she and Aunt Qing shot again and hit the car on the third line of defense.
The fuel tanks of three more vehicles exploded, knocking over dozens of jackals rushing forward.
They screamed and flew Molotov cocktails from their hands.
The Molotov cocktail either fell on himself or on his companions, and they were instantly burned to the point of crying and screaming.
"asshole!"
Seeing that the attack failed once and more than a hundred people were lost, the man in black robe was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He took out a mobile phone and made a call, reported to the other end of the phone, and then nodded repeatedly.
To be continued...