Chapter 14 Samurai
Those bullets hit the Yellow Turban Warriors, although they also caused some damage, but because they were well prepared and they were already a one-star army, their defenses had been greatly enhanced, and only a few Yellow Turban Warriors were hit by the bullets. .
And those bullets didn't penetrate the bodies of the Yellow Turbans, but embedded in their fur, and not even much blood flowed out.
Their current combat power is comparable to that of one-star zombies!
"How is that possible? These guys...how come the skin is so thick?"
Wu Yong was confused, but it was clear that he would not get any explanation.
Under the leadership of Guan Hai, the Yellow Turban Legion had already knocked down the dozen or so gunmen, and the Gothic Musketeer Legion began to kill quickly...
These people don't have the defensive ability of the Yellow Turban Warriors, and they shoot one at a time, directly headshot.
bang bang bang...
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen people who were still majestic just now were killed and injured.
"You can't kill me! I'm a warrior family!"
"You killed me, the Wu family will not let you go! Those who are sensible, let me go now!"
"You can't afford to fight against the Wu family!"
The submachine gun in Wu Yong's hand was seized, and the whole person was pressed under the body by a yellow turban warrior, unable to move.
There was cold sweat on his forehead, and even his breathing became rapid.
But in an instant, he was full of confidence.
He felt that Fang Fan should not know the strength of the Wu family, he just needs a little bit of advice, Fang Fan will make a reasonable choice.
Fang Fan was silent, silently picking up the submachine gun on the ground and putting another clip on...
But it failed several times.
This thing... he was also playing for the first time.
With the help of Hans, he barely learned to use the gun.
Fang Fan showed a clumsy gun-playing gesture, and Wu Yong's heart became more stable.
"This guy must have been an ordinary person before the end of the world. He was lucky to open two legion cards. This kind of bastard is best fooled..."
Wu Yong thought so in his heart, and stared at Fang Fan coldly.
"Let him go!"
Fang Fan gave an order.
"Humph! It's good to know each other, you saved your life, are you interested in joining..."
chug chu...
A series of gunshots came, Wu Yong felt a chill behind him, he stared at Fang Fan in disbelief, as if asking for an explanation.
"Well... this gun is really good, but the bullets are a little less."
Fang Fan blew on the smoking muzzle, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, looking a little excited.
"I'm sorry... Wu Family, I don't know."
"And you hurt my brother just now... so you must die!"
"Bring all your guns! Clean up the battlefield."
This battle has yielded a lot.
"My lord, three submachine guns, five semi-automatic rifles, five pistols, and one thousand rounds of ammunition of various types were seized..."
Hans stepped forward and looked quite excited. As an ancestor of guns, he had a unique hobby for guns.
"Lord... There is also a promotion card here!"
Guan Hai stepped forward excitedly and handed a flashing white card.
Fang Fan's expression brightened, a promotion card? Unexpected joy! These people actually hunted for promotion cards!
"Upgrade the Yellow Turban Legion!"
Fang Fan made up his mind almost instantly, he needed a more powerful army to protect himself.
"Ding! The Yellow Turban Legion is a one-star army, and it takes ten promotion cards to be promoted to two-star!"
When the system sound came, Fang Fan's expression changed.
Ten? This is so...Where is he going to get it!
According to this rule, wouldn't it take a hundred promotion cards to be promoted to the Samsung Legion in the future?
