Chapter 557

After a while, the neighborhood immediately quieted down.

"Zhang, let your dog have a look." Cried Andrew.

Zhang Zhiming did not ask the dog King's advice, directly said coldly, "you have so many mercenaries, what do you want to do with them?"

On hearing this, the irascible Andrew almost gave Zhang Zhiming a shuttle to check the situation. It's obviously a dangerous job. If I don't let the hounds go, let my people go, is my mercenary not as good as your dog?

At this time, Zhang Zhiming's cold eyes cast over, and Andrew, who had a thousand words in his stomach, suddenly became speechless.

"Well, it's your skill. You, go and have a look."

The named mercenary's face was bitter, but he was still a good cat with his waist close to him.

Step by step, when they got to the ambush point, the mercenary could see that there was a foxhole excavated on the opposite side. Just like the previous attack scene, he didn't talk nonsense and threw out a grenade.

"Boom", a few pieces of firearms flew out, only guns flew out, no limbs? Andre, who has been watching the situation with his goggles, can't help wrinkling. He didn't see the thread on the trigger. He didn't know that the assault rifle he just fired was just operating the mechanism.

Just when the mercenary in front of him made a safety gesture, there were several sounds of air breaking in the distance. Looking at the cluster grenades flying in the distance, Andrew's MMP in his heart was a must.

Hiding behind a few small trees nearby, white fan happily looks at the chaotic crowd, stabs the tire with iron nails to force the motorcade to stop, and uses the mechanism to let the assault rifle fire automatically, just to fight for time.

No mortar was captured before, but it was obviously difficult for Bai Zifan to press several small trees on the ground, put on the bundled grenades and pop them up.

Although the range and accuracy are more regular than mortars, Bai Zifan has no idea of annihilating the enemy at all.

Unlike the chaotic mercenaries who were looking for cover everywhere, the guys in the temple rode on their horses one by one and didn't even plan to dodge.

Looking at a cluster grenade falling down on him, Zhang Zhiming raised his hand and hit a steel ball. Unexpectedly, he hit the cluster grenade in the past.

Another cluster grenade was whipped by a temple warrior.

There was no loss in the temple, but the mercenaries were unlucky, especially when a cluster grenade hit the off-road vehicle. After the explosion, a large box of bullets on the vehicle were killed. The metal storm formed by fragments of grenades, bullets and car fragments directly tore the three mercenaries nearby to pieces.

"Damn it! Zhang Zhiming, why don't you help! " Andrew asked angrily.

If someone from the temple had come to fight the cluster grenade just now, they would not have lost so much.

With a cold hum, Zhang Zhiming was too lazy to answer. He made a gesture, and the temple warrior immediately rode over.

"Sir, they don't think of us as their own people at all!" One of the mercenaries complained.

"Don't talk nonsense, send two cars to support, others take care of the wounded, stay on guard, don't be attacked again, the Oriental is very cunning."

After releasing a few small trees, Bai Zifan didn't even see the result of the battle, and turned around and ran.

Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves behind him, Bai Zifan suddenly stopped after taking a few steps. He turned around and looked coldly at several black cloaks that kept approaching him.

Countless Temple colleagues proved Bai Zifan's fighting power with their own lives. Naturally, a few black shawls did not dare to be careless. While holding the blade in their hands, the Spurs on the heel of the shoes kicked the horse's belly hard, and the speed soared again.

Today, mechanization has long been popular. It's the first time that Bai Zifan faced cavalry. It's also at this moment that Bai Zifan really realized the horror of cavalry.

In close combat, the samurai on horseback used to be more flexible, more powerful and more effective.

Dare to copy guy and tank single pick of white all have a trace of palpitation.

When several black cloaks were ten meters away from him, Bai Zifan picked his right foot, and a rope buried under the floating soil flew out. Bai Zifan grabbed it in his hand and pulled it hard.

The rope suddenly drew close and changed its direction at a steel drill which was deeply inserted into the ground. Suddenly, a stumbling rope popped up on the ground in front of the black cloaks.

The stumbling rope appeared too suddenly. Even if the black cloaks reacted, the horses running at full speed couldn't stop. One by one, they were stumbling, throwing the Knights out.

The huge force on the rope made Baizi stagger out for several steps. On his head, the arrogant black cloaks flew out one by one.

But after all, they are the elites of the temple. None of them are weak hands. They either flip in the air to counteract the impact, or they use their falling Kung Fu to hit the ground hard.

With a cold hum, Bai Zifan jumped up and ran up more than four meters high. When he fell, he stepped on the back of the black cape.

With a crisp sound, the spine of the unfortunate man was directly crushed by Bai Zifan, and he fell to the ground with a howl.

With the strength at his feet, Bai Zifan again raised himself and flew to another goal.

Zhang Fengming followed him this time in order to take Bai Zifan's head back to the temple for promotion and wealth. Seeing that Bai Zifan came to die on his own initiative, he roared with excitement, pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger directly.

As a martial arts organization, each member of the temple has excellent martial arts skills. They only pay attention to their own cultivation, not to mention weapons. Even strange weapons are rarely used, but Zhang Fengming is obviously an alien.

Bai Zifan did not expect that the temple was "degenerated" to such a degree. He took a breath and used a lot of Kungfu. The height immediately dropped to avoid the two bullets.

When the raid failed, Zhang Fengming snorted coldly, exerting his strength at the waist, turning his legs like a windmill, forced him to change his flight direction and landed directly on the ground.

As soon as he landed on the ground, Bai Zifan dashed over, and at the same time showed his own shifting shadow. From the front of Zhang Fengming, he suddenly came to the back, and punched the cervical spine.

Zhang Fengming had eyes on the back of his head. His arms were bent, and his elbows immediately came back. At the same time, a steel thorn pierced his elbow clothes directly and stretched out.

Bai Zifan is not ambiguous. He immediately changes his moves. He opens his fist and grabs the stab. He pulls it out with force. Zhang Fengming in front of him also utters a shrill scream.

Looking at the steel thorn with blood on the tail in his hand, Bai Zifan was stunned.