"emission!"

At the same time, Hei Wuchang, Xiao Min and others on the prairie had assembled the equipment they brought. At the command of Hei Wuchang, more than 20 rockets with black and purple smoke tails were fired towards a large convoy of the Red Turban Army.

"Hmm? Enemy attack?"

"Damn it, what's the situation? The enemy is so close to us, we didn't even notice it."

"Enemy attack, everyone should pay attention!"

Boom boom boom boom boom...

More than twenty rockets exploded into a large convoy without any surprise.

Many Red Turban Army soldiers were so scared that they fled everywhere, and many people simply got into the bottom of the car.

Even Mr. Yan and Berberto were shocked, but fortunately, the two big shots were all blown into the middle of the truck army, and the explosion was a little further away from them.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

"Damn, why did it all come out of smoke?"

"Seo, the enemy's rockets have expired, hahahaha!"

"It's okay, don't be afraid, the enemy fired expired bombs, ha...ga!"

That's right, there were 22 rockets in total, but they did not cause any damage at all, but only bursts of choking smoke.

But, isn't there really no killing?

A red scarf soldier who was laughing proudly suddenly roared, "No, ah, I'm going to suffocate."

"No, what's going on? I'm so painful. This is, this is..."

"Don't breathe, there's something wrong with this cigarette."

"wrong."

Mr. Yan, who was standing outside, suddenly rushed back to the truck and took out a kettle, soaked his clothes and blocked his mouth and nose.

Berberto also followed suit and asked anxiously: "What the hell is going on? What's going on?"

"Idiot, it's poison!"

Mr. Yan shouted: "Why don't you order to retreat quickly. The more the poisonous fog dissipates, the larger the area. Don't you want to die half of the war before you fight, right?"

"Ahhh, retreat, retreat all." Berberto shouted.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

At this moment, more than twenty rockets took off.

The Red Turban Army was in chaos, with the sound of running and roaring, and the roar of the truck engine intertwined.

In a truck, it rushed out of the thick smoke and rushed towards the rear, and more than 20 rockets fell into the crowd again.

There were also large areas of thick smoke spreading. Anyone who inhaled the thick smoke turned blue without taking a few steps and then fell to the ground.

"Fatogie oil! It's so unkind!" Berberto yelled while directing the retreat.

"Ren Dao? Humph! You are the highest general of the Red Turban Army. Do you kill few people? You are still humane in war?" Mr. Yan sneered on the side. Of course, he felt fear himself.

"Hehe, Lao Hei, it's the first time I've used poison to kill people like this. I don't feel very kind-hearted!"

Hei Wuchang, who released the poison, hid in the grass and sneered: "My poison is more lethal than shells."

"Your poison is indeed stronger than mine." Xiao Min whispered: "This time, you should have killed a lot of enemies, right?"

"The purpose of our coming is not to kill many people, but to deter them!"

Hei Wuchang shrugged and said, "They dare not move forward too much, and prepare for the base."

Um!

Xiao Min expressed her understanding, and then the two turned around and retreated backwards.

After being attacked by Hei Wuchang and Xiao Min, Hongwu retreated for nearly ten miles before stopping. After a new inventory, the attacks of two waves of poisonous gas rockets alone reduced their number by nearly 300.

"Damn it, there are so many tricks in the underworld. Wait, when all our follow-up troops arrive, let the plane explore the way in front." Berberto was really scared, and after saying this, he got into the car and went to rest.

When Hei Wuchang and Xiao Min returned to the tribe, it took exactly half an hour to see the time.

At this time, the Ghost King's ammunition work was about to end.

But at this moment, a few figures appeared from the tribe's western grassland.

A fully armed warrior appeared, and the team had twenty-two people. They kept a certain distance from each other but the goals were the same.

At the same time, the Ghost King, who was standing in this direction, also looked at them.

"The leader of the Ghost King, an enemy has appeared in front of him."

"Chief, do you want to attack now?"

The members of the underworld who followed the Ghost King to shoot the bullets quickly approached the Ghost King.

"No need, let them all enter our control area." The Ghost King showed a rough and thin side when facing the upcoming battle.

The team had no intention of hiding their identity, and they walked all the way to ten meters in front of the Ghost King and others before stopping.

"People of the Satanic Legion!"

After seeing the other party's costumes clearly, the Ghost King said in a muffled voice: "Your Satan Legion has just produced such a few people, isn't it enough to see?"

"It's enough, Mr. Ghost King!" A young man with a scar on his face walked out of the squad on his left. His eyebrows were filled with pride and said, "I am the son of Mr. Baitou Weng, Lucadia! Behind me are the ultimate warrior of the Satan Legion and the Black Angel Squad. Today, I will make up my life for Lord Hell. You will also be buried with the King of Hell."

"Black Angel Squad!"

After repeating these three words, the Ghost King raised his right hand up and signaled the people around him to retreat immediately, "The white-headed man is really willing to do so. He actually sent out this team."

"Are you the Ghost King?"

At the same time, a rough-looking middle-aged man walked out from behind Lukedia. He tilted his head and looked at the Ghost King, and said coldly: "I am the captain of the Black Angel Squad, Black Angel! As a Black Angel, I will challenge you, the Underworld Soul-Selection Envoy today."

While speaking, the Black Angel pulled his right hand to his back, and a two-foot-long machete appeared in his hand.

hehe!

The Ghost King sneered and handed the portable computer behind him to the brothers behind him, and at the same time pulled out a machete, "It's great, today I will issue a soul-catching order to you and take your soul into the underworld."

Ha ha!

Lukadia sneered as if he had heard a big joke: "Black Angel, have you heard it? The Ghost King seems to look down on you. If I were you, he would kill him with one knife."

"Finish the doctor!" The black angel cursed and waved his sword to slash at the Ghost King.

"Looking at your sword swing, I feel like you are a little weak!" The Ghost King stepped forward and swung the sword upwards!

when!

The two machetes collided together, and the collapsed sparked a large piece of sparks. The black angel was staggering back when he was needed, and the machetes that were tightly clasped in both hands were buzzing and trembling.

However, the Ghost King still held the knife in one hand and said disdainfully: "Boss of Hell once said that the driving force for our underworld to move forward is that the entire underworld is progressing. And you, even if you are old super powers, I have seen corruption in you. Comparing with me, you can't do it!"

The Ghost King's sword went smoothly, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the Black Angel.

"Don't say anything big, I may not be able to compete with you, but I want to compete with you with killing skills." The black angel roared, swung his sword and rushed back, and slashed out three times while slashing out. "Now let you see how powerful you are. It's useless to be great because I'm fast enough."

"You're thinking too much, I'm not slower than you!" The Ghost King fitted up, and the big sword in his hand swung a cold sword light.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!