Chapter 435: General Attack

This is a plane of the Red Turban Army was shot down. The quality of the pilots and the performance of the aircraft in the underworld are higher than that of the opponent. Coupled with the advantage in numbers, the Red Turban Army was frustrated as soon as the two sides came into contact.

"Damn hell!"

At this time, the large troops of the Red Turban Army finally appeared on the horizon of the prairie. Berberto, who was sitting in the car and observing the sky with a telescope, shouted: "My Red Turban Army is only these three planes." Ah, get the other two back right away, and use bazookas to shoot down all the planes in the underworld."

The large convoy of the Red Scarf Army set off boundless smoke and dust on the prairie. Many trucks that started rushing in front scattered to both sides and stopped. Teams of Red Scarf Army soldiers got off the car, and many people carried rocket launchers to the sky. aim.

"Paralyzed, General Papato seems to be a bit of an idiot recently, let us use rockets to fly the plane, can this be done?"

"The opponent's plane is not stupid. After destroying one of our planes, they have already raised their altitude. We don't have such a long range!"

"Whatever, we don't lack ammunition, let's shoot a few shots."

Boom boom boom...

Ever since, this group of red scarf soldiers, who were also of extremely low quality, fired rockets into the sky, exploding strings of fireworks in the sky and the ground. A lot of morale.

The remaining two planes of the Red Scarf Army took advantage of this opportunity to escape.

However, the five heavy-duty armed helicopters in the prefecture have risen beyond the range of the bazooka at an extremely fast speed, and they are constantly circling in the air to deter the enemy.

Mr. Yan, who was sitting in the same car as Boboto, said with a cold face: "Don't be foolish, more than 5,000 soldiers, just rush down and level the base of the underworld in one go. Flatten it."

"Okay, as you said, fight!"

General Berberto naturally became determined at this time, and he immediately issued an order, and the convoy of the Red Scarf Army accelerated forward.

An army of 5,000 people, with so many military trucks, is definitely a torrent of steel, and ordinary people will feel horrified just by seeing the momentum.

At this time, the judge and others also arrived at the wide front wall.

Even if there were a few underworld ecstasies present, they were all famous and fearsome figures in the western underground world, but when faced with this steel roar, and the earthquake of the earth, everyone couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

Only the judge remained calm, and even said in a flat tone: "Five thousand people, how many hours will it take to kill like this? It's a bit too bloody."

Cough, cough, cough!

After hearing the judge's words, the others covered their mouths and coughed dryly.

But think about it, it’s really the case. Although the Red Turban Army has a large number of people, the weapons and equipment are incomparable with the underworld, and the quality of the soldiers is far inferior to that of the underworld. Most importantly, the underworld for this battle For the bloody battle, almost complete preparations were made.

"They're breaking into the ten-mile line, let's go!"

When the red scarf army convoy rushed into the ten-mile line, the judge raised his right hand and swung it down heavily.

Tap!

At the same time, the five thick fingers of the ghost king's right hand, which looked like a small mallet, began tapping continuously and flexibly on the laptop.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

Immediately, within ten miles outside the tribe, a string of fireworks exploded into the sky.

Click!

A truck that had just rushed into the ten-mile line was blown up into the sky, and the whole body broke in two after flying three meters into the air.

The fighters in the rear bucket of the truck flew outward like dumplings.

"Fake! There are land mines!"

"No, it's not a mine. How can a mine be so powerful?"

"No, the car behind rushed up again."

That's right, the first car was blown up, but the cars behind were still rushing forward. Under the impact of this wave, at least a dozen Red Turban soldiers died under the wheels of their own side.

However, such situations are still happening continuously.

"Damn it, the underworld is too cunning.

General Pepperto roared angrily.

"What's there to be angry about?"

Mr. Yan said dissatisfiedly: "Think about your 300 million, let your people continue to charge, there are more than 5,000 people, can they kill them all?"

With Mr. Yan, the big benefactor, Berberto also ruthlessly continued to issue orders to attack.

After all, 5,000 people are too many, and with the protection of trucks, they attacked within a range of ten miles. Even if the wounded were bombed by the controllable bomb prepared by the ghost king, nearly 4,000 of them succeeded in the end. Rushing across, to the Horde's broad wall.

"The Red Scarf Army lost at least a thousand people in this attack! I can't bear to watch."

The judge on the wide wall put on a compassionate look at this moment, walked towards the left wall, and waved his hand: "Bai Wuchang, next is to test the things you prepared, next is your performance time!"

"That's right, Lao Bai, you can play, I will accompany the judge to look at other directions!"

"Bai Wuchang, come on!"

Hei Wuchang and Ghost King also ran away with the judge.

"Fake!" Bai Wuchang raised his middle finger towards the background of the three, then turned around and waved: "Get ready, serial shooting!"

Ka Ka Ka!

Following Bai Wuchang's order, Gatling machine gun bullets shot up inside the 2.5m wide wall at the same time.

These Gatlings were all automatically fixed in the hidden slideway slots that Bai Wuchang had installed on the wide wall in advance. On the wide wall in front of the tribe, 66 Gatlings with slanted fingers appeared at once.

and……

Bang, bang bang bang!

66 were Gatling, and at the same time ejected bullets. A majestic firepower network was formed, and a large amount of gunpowder smoke quickly rose from the wide wall. At the same time, the gunpowder smoke on the ground became thicker, and even waves of blood were set off.

The first wave of trucks that rushed under the wide wall were almost all smashed into scrap metal by the 66 Gatlings, and the soldiers of the Red Turban Army were killed row by row.

"My God! What kind of base is this? This is hell!"

"What does General Papato think? If he didn't lead us to continue to fight against the ZF army in Sangby, why did he bring us here?"

"Run, if you can't do it, just run, if we attack such a base, no matter how many people we rush up to, we will die."

Facing such terrifying fire coverage, the morale of thousands of Red Turban soldiers immediately collapsed. At least the Red Turban soldiers who rushed to the front had already turned around and fled.

"Whoever runs will die!"

At this time, General Pepperto, who was standing within the ten-mile line, was standing on his big truck with a heavy machine gun, and shouted: "I must take down this tribe today. If you don't take down this place, you will be killed." Die here."

Da, da da da!

Perhaps on this kind of battlefield, almost no one could hear Papato's words, but this general Papato fired directly.

When dozens of red scarf soldiers charging back were hit by bullets from their own generals, no one dared to retreat anymore.

"Perberto, well done!"

Mr. Yan stood beside Berberto and said proudly: "As long as this place is leveled, as long as you help me kill Liu Feng, I will give you another 100 million dollars on top of the 300 million dollars I promised you! "

"400 million!"

Papato's big black face was full of shock, and then he waved his hand and said, "Cannon, fire immediately, and blow away this wide wall for me!"

"We're fighting head-on, so let's move!"

After the frontal battle officially started, the convoy on the left side of the tribe also started to move. A bald white man with a big cigar in his mouth said, "It's the best time for us to take the Golden Temple. We can't let the Crusaders take the lead, right?"

"Boss, I understand, let's attack!" A soldier in camouflage uniform raised his hand, "Let's attack, and smash the African base of Hell into dust!"

Following the order to attack, the team in charge of the Golden Temple caught fire at the same time, and the roofs of these off-road vehicles also had double-barreled heavy machine guns.

Boom, rumble!

At the same time, the 500 cavalry immediately behind the tribe started, and the 500 horses galloped forward together. The momentum generated was even more terrifying than the convoy holding the Golden Temple on the left.

A blond man in the lead among the cavalry held the rein with his left hand and drew out his saber with his right, shouting loudly: "The Crusaders attack!"

"Total attack!"

On the front of the tribe, when the cannon was loaded, Berberto also waved and shouted: "General attack!"

On the left side of the tribe, the big bald man watched his convoy rushing out, he threw the cigar heavily on the ground, crushed it with his feet and shouted: "General attack!"

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