Chapter 4: Gothic Musketeer Regiment
Fang Fan fully concentrated his mental power, and the zombies downstairs had already rushed up along the door!
The two Yellow Turban soldiers bitten by the zombies directly blocked the front of the team at the moment, as if they hoped to play their greatest role before they were completely transformed.
The remaining eight yellow turban soldiers, including Guan Hai, took out the yellow turban bows behind them, pulled the yellow turban bows into a full moon shape... and shot them all!
Whoosh whoosh...
A series of arrows were shot out with all their strength, because the shooting distance was relatively short, and the arrows only needed to be set on the threshold, so they could basically be shot.
However, this kind of zombies, unless they shot the heart and head and cut off their energy source, otherwise they would still attack forward without fear of death.
The zombies at the door were killed little by little, even if a few slippery fish rushed out of the threshold, they would be killed by Guanhai in the first place.
Everything seems to be developing along with the discoveries that should be made.
"Master...our arrows...no more!"
Guan Hai's face is very ugly, each of them only has fifty arrows, and these arrows will automatically recover every day...
But I want to wait until the arrow automatically recovers... I have to wait until tomorrow.
As for now... it is indeed exhausted!
Fang Fan glanced at the zombies that were still pouring up endlessly, and his face instantly fell into a composure.
Once the remote support is lost, when these zombies attack, they can be consumed to death.
"Up to now, there are almost two to three hundred zombies...but only two cards of that kind have been drawn..."
"An empty card, a weapon card..."
"The drop rate of this card is really too low! On the contrary, I have accumulated nearly 30 magic crystals..."
Fang Fan sighed. At this moment, he suddenly thought of his strongest card merchant system...
According to the regulations of the system, the lowest-level black iron-level card only needs one low-grade magic crystal...
And Fang Fan can only afford the lowest card draw now...
"Exchange twenty-five black iron-level cards!"
Fang Fan whispered to himself in his heart, and twenty-five cards made of black iron appeared before his eyes.
"Blank card..."
"Blank card..."
"Still blank..."
"This is not a blank, it's a food card...it's useless!"
"This is a clear water card..."
After opening twenty-four one after another, Fang Fan got three food cards, one water card and one healing card.
Fang Fan's face turned dark, is this dog system too dark?
In order to save this magic crystal, he killed hundreds of zombies...
"last one……"
"Made... it's on!"
"Item: Legion Card."
Fang Fan’s lips were trembling up and down, so... hard-won!
If there is another Yellow Turban Army card, it will double the combat power... He will surely rush out!
"turn on!"
"Gothic Musketeer Corps (evolvable
"Number: Twelve"
"Commander: Hans"
"Skills: rain of bullets, rapid-fire three combos, iron will."
"Loyalty: Eighty"
The corners of Fang Fan's mouth rose slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Desperate comes to life.
What he needs now is this kind of long-range arms!
"Hans, lead the Gothic Musketeers into the battle and shoot at will!"
Fang Fan looked at the young man with brown hair in front of him, and also gave the order to attack.
"Yes! Lord!"
"Rapid fire three combos!"
"Boom boom..."
Only three consecutive gunshots were heard, and a total of thirty-six bullets poured out, directly sifting the narrow rooftop gate.
