This is a plane of the Red Turban Army that was shot down. The quality of pilots and aircraft performance of the underworld are higher than that of the other party. With the advantage of numbers, the Red Turban Army was frustrated as soon as the two sides contacted each other.

"Damn the underworld!"

At this time, the large Red Turban Army's troops finally appeared on the horizon of the prairie. Beberto, who was sitting in the car and observing the sky in front of him, shouted: "My Red Turban Army has only three planes. I will get back immediately. Use a rocket launcher to kill all the underworld planes."

The Red Turban Army's large convoy brought endless smoke and dust on the prairie. Many trucks that began to rush forward scattered to both sides and stopped. Teams of Red Turban Army soldiers got out of the car, and many people carried the rocket launcher and aimed at the sky.

"Numbery, General Berberto seems a little idiot lately. Let's use rockets to knock them away. Can this be hit?"

"The other party's plane is not stupid either. After knocking down one of our planes, they have already raised the altitude. We don't have that long range!"

"What if he doesn't matter, we don't lack ammunition, let's shoot a few shots."

Boom boom boom boom...

So, these Red Turban warriors with extremely low quality set off rockets in the sky and exploded a bunch of fireworks on the sky and the earth. Although they were useless, they raised a lot of morale to the Red Turban Army.

The remaining two aircraft of the Red Turban Army took this opportunity to escape back.

However, the five heavy armed helicopters in the underworld have been lifted out of the range of the rocket launcher at extremely fast speeds, and have been hovering in the air to deter the enemy.

Mr. Yan, who was sitting in the same car as Berberto, said with a cold face: "No need to do anything, more than 5,000 soldiers, as long as they rush down, level the base of the underworld in one breath, use human cushions, and level the place."

"Okay, as you did, I've fought hard!"

General Berberto was naturally determined at this time. He immediately issued an order to speed up the Red Turban Army's convoy.

The army of five thousand people and so many military trucks is definitely a torrent of steel. Just the momentum is so terrifying that ordinary people can see it.

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

Even though there were several underworld soul-catching men present, they were all terrifying figures in the Western underground world, when facing the loud steel and the vibration of the earth, everyone couldn't help but swallowed.

Only the judge was still very calm and even said in a plain tone: "Five thousand people, it will take several hours to kill like this, right? It's a bit too bloody."

Cough, cough cough!

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

But when you think about it, it's really the case. Although the Red Turban Army has a large number of people, its weapons and equipment are incomparable to the underworld. The quality of the warriors is much worse than that of the underworld. The most important thing is that the underworld has made almost complete preparations for this bloody battle.

"They rushed into the Ten Mile Line, let's start!"

When the Red Turban Army convoy rushed into the Ten Mile Line, the judge raised his right hand and waved it down heavily.

Tattata!

At the same time, the Ghost King's right hand and the five thick fingers that looked like small hammers actually tapped continuously and flexibly on the portable computer.

Boom, boom boom boom boom boom boom...

Immediately, a series of fireworks that soared into the sky were constantly blowing up within ten miles of the tribe.

Click!

A truck that had just rushed into the Ten Mile Line was blown up to the sky, and the entire body broke into two after three meters of the air.

The soldiers in the back car flew out like dumplings.

"Fake! There are mines!"

"No, it's not a mine, how can a mine have such great power?"

"No, the car behind us rushed up again."

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

However, this situation is still happening continuously.

"Damn it, the underworld is too cunning." General Berberto yelled angrily.

"What's there to be angry about?"

Mr. Yan said dissatisfiedly: "Think about your 300 million, let your people continue to rush. More than 5,000 people, can they kill them?"

With Mr. Yan as the big money owner, Berberto continued to issue an offensive order in a ruthless manner.

After all, there were too many 5,000 people, and with the protection of trucks, they could hit within ten miles. Even though the controllable bombs that the Ghost King had prepared long ago made the wounded people everywhere, nearly 4,000 people eventually rushed over and reached the wide wall of the tribe.

"The Red Turban Army lost at least a thousand people in this wave of impact! I really can't bear to see it."

The judge on the wide wall actually looked merciful, walked towards the left wall, and waved his hand: "Bai Wuchang, next we have to test what you have prepared, next is your performance time!"

"Yes, Lao Bai, you play, I'll accompany the judge to another location to see!"

"Bai Wuchang, come on!"

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

"Fake!" Bai Wuchang raised his middle finger to the background of the three of them, then turned around and waved: "Prepare, serial shooting!"

Kick!

With Bai Wuchang's order, Gatling machine gun bullets were paddled up on the inside of the two-meter-5-meter-wide wall.

All of these Gatlins were automatically fixed in the hidden slide groove installed on the wide wall that Bai Wuchang had in advance. On the wide wall on the front of the tribe, Gatlins with 66 slanted fingers appeared immediately.

and……

Bang, bang bang bang bang bang!

66 pushed Gatlin and sprayed bullets outwards at the same time. A magnificent firepower net formed, and large areas of gunpowder quickly rose from the wide wall. At the same time, the gunpowder on the ground became thicker, and even caused waves of blood.

The first wave of trucks that rushed under the wide wall were almost all shot into scrap iron by the 66-supporting Gatlin, and the soldiers of the Red Turban Army were killed in rows.

"Oh my God! What base is this? This is hell!"

"What did General Berberto think? Why did you bring us here if you don't lead us to continue fighting with the ZF army in Sambi?"

"Run, if you don't, run away. If you hit such a base, you will die if you rush up."

Faced with such terrifying firepower coverage, the morale of thousands of Red Turban Army immediately collapsed. At least the Red Turban Army soldiers who rushed to the front had already begun to turn around and escape.

"Whoever runs will die!"

At this time, General Berberto, who was standing within the ten-mile line, was standing on his big truck, and had already set up a heavy machine gun and shouted: "Today we must take this tribe down. If you don't kill this place, you will die here."

Da, da da!

Perhaps almost no one could hear Berberto's words on such a battlefield, but General Berberto fired a shot directly.

When dozens of red scarf soldiers rushed back were swept by their general's bullets, no one dared to retreat.

"Berberto, good job!"

Mr. Yan stood beside Berberto and said proudly: "As long as you step on this place, as long as you help me kill Liu Feng, I will add another 100 million to you based on the 300 million US dollars I promised to give you!"

"Four hundred million!"

Berberto's big black face was filled with shock, and then waved, "Cannon cannon, set up a cannon immediately and bombard me this wide wall!"

"The front is starting to fight, we should move too!"

After the frontal battle officially started, the convoy on the left side of the tribe also began to move. A white bald man holding a big cigar in his mouth said, "It is most suitable for us to take action now. We can't let the Crusaders take the lead, right?"

"Chief, I understand, let's attack!" A soldier in a camouflage uniform raised his hand and waved his hand, "Attack, put the underworld into powder, the African base!"

With the issuance of the offensive order, the convoy on the side of the Palm Golden Temple caught fire at the same time, and the roofs of these off-road vehicles also had double-barrel heavy machine guns.

Boom, rumble!

At the same time, the five hundred cavalry directly behind the tribe started, and the five hundred war horses rushed forward together, and the momentum produced was even more terrifying than the convoy of the Golden Temple on the left.

A blonde man who took the lead in the cavalry, held the reins in his left hand and pulled out his saber with his right hand, shouting loudly: "Crusader General Attack!"

"General Attack!"

On the front of the tribe, when the cannon was supported, Berberto waved and shouted: "General Attack!"

On the left side of the tribe, the big bald man watched his convoy rush out, and threw the cigar heavily on the ground, crushing it with his feet while shouting: "General Attack!"
Chapter completed!