The detonation ring of the grenade had already been pulled out when it was in the pocket, so it was detonated before it rolled very far! The ear-splitting roar exploded immediately, and the fragmented shrapnel was like a dense bullet, rolling with the air waves.
, as the flames surged, they shot out indiscriminately in all directions.
In an instant, the royal tent seemed to have been hit by a hurricane. It was in chaos, shaking violently in the air waves and flames. The central supporting wooden pillar was directly broken. As for the shrapnel... the first to take care of were the seven living people inside!!
The killing power of the grenade lies in the shrapnel!! The power of the explosion is not weaker than the bullet, so... the two soldiers standing in the front died tragically on the spot. They were punched through by the shrapnel, and the four lying on the ground were lifted by the air wave.
turn.
The middle-aged man was hit by shrapnel and blown away by air waves and flames.
The entire royal tent was in chaos, and the most gorgeous occasion became the most brutal battlefield!
The power of the grenade was so powerful that it not only caused heavy damage to the royal tent, but shrapnel, flames and air waves tore through the thick leather cloth and rushed out into the chaotic battlefield outside.
And this loud noise without warning also shook Di Cheng and others outside.
The guards dodge in a hurry, turning their heads to look at the king's tent spouting flames in surprise, while Di Cheng rushed into the depths of the crowd to avoid being further invaded.
"Holy shit, it's so powerful." In the darkness, Yan Shou climbed out of the ruins, patted his buzzing head, and grinned secretly as he looked at the crumbling royal tent. When did grenades become so lethal?
But be sure not to blow up everyone inside.
After calming down a little, Yan Shou looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He took a deep breath, put on his goggles, encouraged himself, then raised his penis and swooped into the king's tent.
The king's tent was filled with flames and dust. It was chaotic, dilapidated, and in a mess. Since the aftermath of the explosion had not dissipated, almost no objects could be seen inside. But Yan Shou held his breath and rushed to the middle-aged man in front of him based on his previous memories.
After several searches, I found the target who was lying on the ground groaning.
The middle-aged man was unconscious and twisting unconsciously. Many parts of his body were 'taken care of' by shrapnel. He was dripping with blood and looked seriously injured. The grenade just now was less than five meters away from him. Even if the two subordinates in front helped him
He blocked most of the shrapnel, but was still seriously injured.
"Hey, buddy, do you know your Grandpa Yan?" Yan Shou chuckled, it was ridiculous, but he was absolutely unambiguous in his attack. He fired two shots at the middle-aged man's arms. The bullets passed through the silencer, puff puff.
Two sounds were heard, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.
The middle-aged man trembled and suddenly froze there, his eyes widened, his face covered in cold sweat, and a dull scream rang out uncontrollably.
"Call you grandma." Yan Shou stamped on the middle-aged man's face. Although he was cunning, he was indeed a high-level silver-level man in terms of strength. Stomping down... he was no better than a hammer.
light!
Ga!! The screams stopped abruptly. The middle-aged man's front teeth and nose bones were shattered on the spot. A bloody footprint appeared in the center of his face. He was already seriously injured. This stamping of his foot gave his soul another blow.
It caused quite a bit of trauma.
Stamping his face?? This bastard actually stomped his own face with his foot? The middle-aged man was filled with grief and anger. He had never suffered this type of humiliation in all his years in the world.
If he could move his body, he would definitely tear this bastard alive.
"You are so good. Hey, get up. Grandpa, I will carry you on my back. Let's go home." Yan Shou smiled evilly while being vigilant. He carefully picked up the middle-aged man on his back and quickly rushed out of the royal tent that was about to collapse, walking along the dark area.
It disappeared without a trace in a flash. However, before leaving the king's tent, he threw another grenade. Regardless of whether the snipers were dead or not, this shell was enough to kill the rest of their lives.
Boom!! There was another violent roar, dust was flying, air waves were rolling, and flames were swirling. The royal tent could no longer withstand this kind of destruction, and it collapsed with a few creaks. As for the snipers inside, they were once again
Attacked by air waves and shrapnel, they were covered by collapsed leather cloth, and intense flames enveloped them.
Explosion?? This should be the effect of a grenade! Standing deep in the crowd, Di Cheng looked solemnly at the burning royal tent. How could there be an explosion here? And what caused the explosion? Could it be... there was something inside just now?
After fighting?
Two consecutive explosions finally woke up Di Cheng from the madness and violence. His emotions and rationality were slightly restored. Looking at the chaotic and messy scenes around him, the first thing that came to his mind was not a sense of accomplishment, but...danger!
The crazy momentum began to be curbed, and the chaotic momentum gradually stabilized. What awaited them next would be a fierce counterattack by the cavalry! As a Black List royal family, this tribe might be stunned by its own wildness at the beginning.
But once they finally regain their composure, the power of the cavalry will definitely turn the tide.
"Wow!!" While he was distracted, a Mongolian man next to him was the first to regain his senses. Without saying a word, he immediately slashed with his scimitar and went straight to Di Cheng's throat. Several other Mongolian men also attacked Di Cheng like crazy.
, the barbaric momentum still has quite a deterrent effect.
It's time to retreat! Di Cheng's body swayed slightly, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and he dodged from the scimitar's slashes in the blink of an eye. He did not bother any more trouble with these strong Mongolian men, and rushed directly to the left front.
There... four or five Mongolians were quietly escaping with Sukhba beasts on their backs.
"I'm sorry, this person... I'm going to make a decision!" Di Cheng appeared in front of Sukhba Beast like a ghost, regardless of whether they understood it or not. At the moment when his body stopped, all the strength in his body gathered in his lower body, and suddenly he burst into flames.
, the right caster kicked, and the thunder blow went straight to the lower abdomen of Sukhbamon.
As fast as thunder, it hits instantly!
Sukhbamon was already in a coma and had no ability to fight back. Even if this fierce and wild power was fully poured into it, a slight bulge appeared on its broad back, and scarlet blood mixed with some minced meat spurted out from its mouth.
, the body was trembling violently, and he broke free from the support of the two people on the left and right, and rolled backwards weakly.
The Mongolian warriors never expected that Di Cheng's way of 'taking guests' was so wild, rude, and slightly distracted, that the Sukhba beast had disappeared from their side.
They hurriedly turned around to pursue them, but as soon as they took a step forward, they discovered that there was already a person standing next to Sukhbamon... Di Cheng!!
The eyes of the four or five Mongolian warriors suddenly bulged, and they could hardly believe their own eyes. Some of the more nervous ones even turned to look at the place where Di Cheng had just attacked, unable to turn their heads for a while.
You were in front just now, why did you appear behind you in the blink of an eye??!!
"People, I'll take them away, no need to send them away." Di Cheng threw the Suheba beast onto his shoulders like a sack, glanced coldly at the guardian warriors around him, and stepped forward without any hurry or slowness.
Walk outside the camp.
The guardian warriors were furious and eager to rush forward to rescue their clan leader, but Dicheng did not just carry Sukhba Beast casually, but strangled him tightly by the neck, and even pinched him deeply with his thumb and index finger.
It was stuck in the muscles, as if it might crush his throat bones at any time.
Although angry and anxious, no one dared to act rashly.
Di Cheng walked forward slowly, his sharp eyes slowly swaying, searching the densely populated areas to be on guard against cavalry archers aiming their bows and arrows, and also on guard against possible gunmen. Since there was a bomb just now, the presence of firearms could not be ruled out.
"Finished? We haven't fought enough yet." Chen Hu was in the middle of killing when he suddenly noticed that the crowd was no longer attacking. He was slightly surprised and quickly noticed the scene in Di Cheng's place. He wiped the flesh and blood on his face and rushed over quickly.
: "What happened to the explosion just now?"
"There may be a gunman, be careful."
"Gunner?" Chen Hu looked slightly nervous. Do these barbaric tribes still have firearms?
"Snow lion, come back!!" Di Cheng roared deeply, and the snow lion not far away suddenly snorted and returned to Di Cheng obediently, but it still looked ferocious and fierce, covered in blood.
In fact, they did not need to be too vigilant. Yan Shou, who retreated with the loot on his shoulders, once again made an astonishing move. His ruffian temper was brought to its extreme. Every time he passed a yurt, he would definitely rush in to 'have a look around' and... light a fire!
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When one yurt caught fire, no one paid much attention. Two? Maybe someone was alert. But when one yurt after another burst into flames, spreading from the central area to the periphery, the central area that had just solidified once again boiled.
The yurts were already densely packed, and the night wind on the grassland was strong, so the flames in a small area quickly turned into a 'fire'!!
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