Chapter 1789

Gong Yao suppressed the raging anger in his heart, "Everyone has a gun? Mo Lingyuan is really generous. Such an important weapon is all given to the guards who protect Chu Yunyao's safety.

No wonder Chu Yunyao dared to bring four thousand people back to the north.

So what if you have a gun? Ben Shuai doesn't believe it, how many bullets she still has in her hand, with the elite army of my 30,000 palaces, are you afraid that she won't be able to flatten this mountain? "

Guard: "..."

Of the 50,000 elites you tossed, only 30,000 are left. They didn't spend a single soldier. How are you going to flatten this mountain?

The guard lowered his head and remained silent.

There have been many victories and defeats, but this is the first time I have seen such an aggrieved battle.

With 50,000 elites fighting against a weaker force with less than 4,000, a nine-to-one win has been tossed into such a bad situation by the eldest son of the Gong family. Now the morale of the Gong family army is low, and they are complaining secretly, and they are all questioning the eldest son of the palace. leadership ability.

It's fine if you don't know how to lead the army, and you don't listen to the commander's advice, go your own way, and treat the lives of your subordinates like nothing.

It is tolerable or unbearable.

Gong Yao waved to the guard: "Go out, wait for the commander to receive the exact news before making a decision."

The guard couldn't help asking: "What exact news?"

Gong Yao sneered, "Of course it's to find out how much gunpowder Chu Yunyao has in his hands. You think I know about strong attacks and don't know how to assess the situation?"

Guard: "..."

In the dead of night.

The oil lamps were still on in the camp, and two black figures were reflected in the white tent, and a low voice came from inside: "Master, I have found out, Chu Yunyao and the others have used up all the gunpowder, even the bullets Not much anymore.

There are not many of them, less than four thousand, and half of them are women. As long as they can attack, they are not to be feared. "

A muffled sound of "dong" came from outside the account.

Gong Yao, who was about to speak, was stunned, stood up suddenly, opened the tent, and shouted: "Who, who is outside?"

The personal guard stood behind him, looked back and forth, "No one."

Suddenly someone shouted in the camp: "Snakes, big snakes, all poisonous snakes..."

The torch was lit, and Gong Yao rushed over with his personal guards, and saw many poisonous snakes with thick arms, their heads raised high, spitting out black snake cores, scurrying around and biting many people.

"Why are there so many snakes?" Gong Yao clenched his fists: "It's already this season, it's impossible to have so many snakes, the night is cold, and snakes are cold-blooded animals, so it's impossible to move so nimbly. "

The personal guard held the torch and stood in front of Gong Yao: "Master, step back, these snakes don't seem to be afraid of the torch at all."

"Did you smell a special smell?" Gong Yao stepped back again and again.

Personal guard: "..."

At the moment when one's carelessness could kill one's life, how could the bodyguard spare enough energy to smell the scent that is not necessary?

Gong Yao looked at the flustered Gong family army, and ordered: "Cut off the head and seven inches, hurry up!"

Gong Yao took out his gun, aimed at the snake with its huge mouth open, exposing its sharp fangs, and pulled the trigger.

One shot exploded the python's head, and the python's body rolled crazily on the ground. After a long time, it gradually became silent.

The rest of the commanders also took out their guns and aimed at the pythons one after another. The Gong family army recovered from fear and panic, held a torch in one hand, and drew out a long knife with the other, aiming at the python's head and torso hacked past...

After tossing and tossing until the sky became slightly brighter, the battle between humans and snakes gradually subsided.