In the Temple of Kangba, the old ghost group and the Kangba warriors had already fought with blood. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, the Kangba warriors siege the old ghost group. They used their strong bodies as their capital and their unyielding momentum as their greatest support, and began to charge, charge and then charge!

"Da da da da da da..."

"Dadada..."

The bursting gunshots rang out continuously, and the Kangba warrior in charge pulled the trigger and fired fiercely at the position of the old ghost group. They also used hot weapons, but their hot weapons could only create threats, and even threats were not considered.

"Click clang clang..."

A series of warheads hit the rocks that the old ghost group acted as a cover, and the stone chips splashed. But this was not very useful. Although it looked extremely fierce and fierce, there were only five or six bullets that could hit the rocks, and the rest were all flying into the sky and they were completely unavailable.

On the contrary, the old ghost group directly forms a tactical formation of contraction defense, and everyone knows how to avoid and how to counterattack. A rifle will turn into a machine gun in the hands of the Kampa warrior, and the trigger will be directly pulled to the end and fired. But the same rifle will always be single shot or point shot in the hands of the old ghost group, and there will never be any strafing.

They are all professional soldiers who retreat and have extremely rich combat experience. Whenever they shoot out, they have to kill an enemy. This is a habit and the most basic requirement for special operations.

"Bang!"

Prince Shi shot his hand and didn't even aim.

"puff!"

The warhead shot accurately into the chest of a Kangba warrior. The powerful invasion force flew backwards with his body and lay on the ground. The blood in his chest gushed outwards, and his heart was directly crushed by the warhead.

"Bang!"

Another member of the old ghost group flashed and killed the warrior Already Kangba again.

Immediately afterwards, members of the old ghost group flashed out and fired, killing one Kangba warrior after another. They didn't need command at all. As long as they had the opportunity to shoot, they would definitely cause a fatal blow to the other party as soon as possible, and then immediately put in and avoid it again.

One Kangba warrior after another lay in a pool of blood, but the more this happened, the more the Kba warriors charged more fiercely. They were not afraid of death at all, and the more deaths they were, the more they could arouse their proud self-esteem. Even if the eagles on the plateau and the warriors in the temple were all dead, they would not face the noble heads under the enemy.

"Stop the charge! Stop the charge!!!" The King of Mosinggana held his rifle tightly and roared at the charge of the Kampa Warrior: "This Linglong is fake, she is the real enemy!"

"Dadada..."

A string of warheads shot at the King of Mosinggana, forcing him to lie back and avoid.

His shouts had no effect at all. The group of Kangba warriors who would not stop once they charge would not listen to anything. Death caused their self-esteem to be severely damaged, and the only way to kill all the enemies can wash away this shame.

The King of Mosinggana, who was already hoarse in his voice, had no choice but to hold on to the rifle in his hand. He could not shoot his former companion with the gun in his hand, because he was not a traitor, but just a temple guardian who saw through everything. If he really killed him, he would be a traitor, no matter whether he won or not, he would carry a heavy burden on him.

No one cares whether he kills or not, the old ghost group will not force him, because this is the business of the old ghost group.

"Silly!" The seriously injured Yue Zilong shouted loudly to the King of Mosinggana: "You are the guardian of the temple, and you are guarding Kangba's ethics, principles, and laws! Is the guardian carried out with sound? What do you think the gun in your hand is for? It's just targeting the enemy outside? Wrong! It's using a gun, and it's using absolute force! When that shadow controls Kangba, you, the guardian of the temple, is the greatest sinner. Kangba's eternal sinner!"

"But how can I kill them? Those people are..." The King of Mosinggana looked sad and angry.

Those people are people he is familiar with, and are younger generations and friends who respect him very much. Every day they will smile and say hello and chat with each other. They even often go to each other's houses to eat, and go to the fields to work together. Now they have to point the gun at them and shoot, but they can't do it no matter what.

"They are crazy. Although they are innocent!" Yue Zilong stared at the eyes of the King of Mosinggana and said in a deep voice: "Remember, you are not guarding them, you are guarding the Temple of Kangba!"

No one cares about the King of Mosinggana, but Yue Zilong will take care of it. Because he knows very well how powerful the charges of these Kangba warriors are, death will only bring them more violent power. Being intercepted now does not mean that they will still be intercepted in a while. This group of unruly plateau eagles will eventually rush over and chop the entire old ghost group to pieces.

No one dared to doubt the persistence and determination of the Kangba warriors. No one was not afraid of their fearless charge.

"Da da da da da da..."

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

The gunshots continued to sound, and the bodies of the warriors of Kangba were all over the ground. However, they had already rushed within a hundred meters and rushed within a hundred meters from all directions. Without machine guns, the old ghost group could not safely defend their positions.

These fearless warriors are like a pack of wolves, who can use their bodies to accumulate their own way forward.

"Stop the charge!!!" The King of Mosinggana jumped out and roared at the Kangba warrior who was charging from all directions: "If I charge again, I will fulfill the ruling!!!"

"Swoosh!"

A feather arrow flew over and nailed it to the right shoulder of the King of Mosinggana. The powerful force directly overturned him from a high place, and his cheeks were deformed in pain.

The moment before he was caught, his eyes were filled with fear, because he saw a group of Kangba warriors holding bows and arrows, standing a hundred meters away, slanting upwards and tilting downwards to the sky and putting bows.

"King!" The King of Mosinggana took out a saber with his left hand and quickly cut off the arrow shaft outside his shoulder.

He ninja picked up his rifle in pain, stared at the old ghost group and shouted: "Avoid! Avoid immediately!"

"Swoosh swish swish swish!"

The sound of arrow clusters breaking through the air sounded densely, and feather arrows rushed straight into the sky, and after reaching the highest point, they roared down into the position of the old ghost group along a parabola.

Bullets won't turn, but feather arrows will!

With a determined orbit, hundreds of arrows use attack methods that can never be achieved by bullets to carry out a cover-type attack on the old ghost group.
Chapter completed!