If you kill someone, you have to set it on fire. Otherwise, I'm sorry for killing someone and setting it on fire.
And in order to inflict heavy damage on the enemy and allow himself to escape better, Ye Fan would set a fire no matter what.
The red tent is the best choice.
So after Ye Fan killed Bei Wujiang, he rushed into the red camp.
"Bang bang bang!"
Almost as soon as Ye Fan rushed in, dozens of warheads poured in.
The seven or eight guards who stayed at the camp had seen from the surveillance camera that Ye Fan had killed Bei Wujiang.
They shot at Ye Fan with both anger and fear.
At the same moment, a woman screamed a warning: "Be careful!"
Ye Fan dodged, quickly avoiding the bullet, and then twirled the long knife in his hand.
An arc flashed away, and all seven or eight guards shuddered, broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
They died before they could even scream.
When they fell, a figure suddenly jumped out from above the camp tent.
A samurai sword stabbed Ye Fan in the head quickly and sharply.
"call!"
Ye Fan didn't even look at it and stabbed him with his backhand.
With a thud, the black shadow froze, then broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
The katana also fell to the ground with a clang.
Ye Fan didn't stop, kicked with his left foot, and the katana flew into the door.
With a bang, the katana pierced through a North Clan master who rushed in, and then shot out from behind him with a bang.
The katana's force continued unabated and pierced the bodies of the second, third, and fourth people, pinning the fifth enemy who was carrying Gatling to the ground.
Ye Fan also kicked the tables and sofas inside the tent, causing them to slam against the door and block the way.
He also left seven or eight dead guards on the edge of the camp to block the bullets.
"Ta-ta-ta--" More than a dozen Beishi gunmen rushed over from outside and fired warheads wildly at the camp.
Someone else brought two rockets and prepared to strangle Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't give them a chance, grabbed three warheads and shot them out.
All the warheads hit the Gatling ammunition box on the ground.
With a loud bang, the ammunition box exploded, countless warheads flew, and dozens of people nearby were overturned.
More than a dozen gunmen were beaten to a pulp.
The two people carrying rockets were also hit by the shock wave, their bodies swayed, and the barrel mouth was blasted upward.
Two rockets whizzed past each other, blowing up the two tents behind.
Ye Fan was so tyrannical that the enemies attacking outside were slightly stagnant.
"Quick, quick, get some guns and guns over here, get some guns and cannons over here!"
"Block the entrances and exits, block the entrances and exits, don't rush in and attack."
"Only siege but not attack, wait for hot weapons!"
Bei Wujiang commanded the Beida camp, which was mostly made up of warriors, and the target of the conquest was also the Shen family's martial alliance, so the guns and artillery used were not very efficient.
Those who hold thermal weapons are basically cannon fodder-level guards of the World Chamber of Commerce.
Ye Fan killed them in these rounds, and most of them were destroyed by guns and cannons.
And the masters of the Bei Family knew how powerful Ye Fan was.
Bei Wujiang and the four guards were all killed by Ye Fan, so how could they fill the gap between Ye Fan's teeth?
So they didn't dare to attack with swords, so they could only gather people to surround the red camp, and at the same time ask people to collect hot weapons. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan smashed Bei Wujiang's head into a bag.
Then he took out the matches he had prepared and swished them out.
Streams of flames shot to every corner of the camp.
The red tent covers an extremely large area, more than a thousand square meters, but it burns very quickly.
Thick smoke and fire spread.
Ye Fan also quickly changed into guard clothes.
He was about to run away from behind the tent when he suddenly remembered the woman's warning just now.
Ye Fan turned his head and glanced around, and found an isolated conference room in a corner of the camp.
There was a curtain hanging low in the conference room. The curtain was in tatters, and eyes could vaguely penetrate it.
Ye Fan vaguely saw someone inside.
He grabbed a knife and rushed over.
There is no danger, no murderous intent.
But the situation inside still shocked Ye Fan: "I'll go, what can I do in Bei Wujiang?"
There is a Dali round table in the conference room, with five young women lying on the table.
Not only did the woman have many sword scars on her body, her clothes were messy and her pantyhose were half torn.
Their hands and feet were tightly bound to the stone table, unable to move.
The faces of the five women were not only red and stained with tears, but also filled with despair, shame and anger.
Their bodies are tough, their hands and feet still have traces of martial arts training, and their temperaments are quite similar to Yuan Wuyan and others.
Obviously these five women are all practitioners.
I just don't know why I am bound here.
Compared to the sluggishness of the four female companions, one of the women in purple is conscious.
Her direction also happened to be facing the door curtain, so she could spy on the movements of the guards in the tent hall.
The 'be careful' warning just now should have been shouted by this woman.
When Ye Fan glanced at her, she also looked at Ye Fan.
There was confusion in his eyes, a look of inquiry, and a glimmer of hope.
Her lips trembled and she wanted to say something, but her cheeks were hot and her mouth was dry, so she couldn't say the complete words: "You..." Ye Fan felt her gaze and glanced at her a few more times.
At this time, Ye Fan discovered that the appearance, figure, and temperament of the woman in purple were better than the other four women.
Moreover, despite the despair between her brows, there was still a hint of coldness and strength.
This is a woman that makes men have a desire to conquer.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Ye Fan didn't explore too much.
He flashed the fish intestine sword and swung it several times.
The shackles on the five women broke instantly.
The immobilized bodies of the women in purple also trembled slightly and regained their freedom.
Although Ye Fan didn't know them, he just said 'be careful' to the other party and he was willing to help them.
And the enemy of your enemy may not be your friend, but it can also take some pressure off yourself.
Of course, Ye Fan is afraid that they are the nephews of the five great families in China, and if he doesn't help, he will feel guilty in the future.
"Um?"
The five girls couldn't help but be startled, as if they didn't expect that they still had a way to survive, let alone that Mark would save them.
There was no reaction for a moment.
"Don't be in a daze, let's go!"
Ye Fan urged the five girls: "If you don't leave, the enemy will chop you to death, and the fire will burn you alive."
After saying that, Ye Fan turned around and returned to the tent hall.
But before he could take a few steps, the woman in purple came up from behind and hugged Ye Fan.
The pride and heat of his body invaded Ye Fan from behind.
Before Ye Fan could react, the woman in purple kissed Ye Fan's ear again.
Extremely crazy, extremely intense.
Ye Fan subconsciously said: "Miss, what are you doing..." Before he finished speaking, the other four women also hugged Ye Fan, breathing rapidly, and kissed him randomly.
Then there was an even louder bang, pressing Ye Fan onto the marble table.
Ye Fan blocked left and right, and shouted in panic: "You can't do this, you can't do this..." "Stab!"
Mark's pants were torn with a hole... "Ah!"
Ye Fan reacted. The women in purple were showing their bestiality.
They were drugged.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan ignored the chill coming from his legs and tried hard to withdraw his right hand from a woman's arms.
He swished and swished the five women in purple.
Bang bang bang, almost as soon as a finger fell, all five women in purple bounced away.
Ye Fan stood up from the marble table.
While scanning the flames outside, he placed the five women on the table.
He no longer hesitated, took out a handful of silver needles, and began to use acupuncture on the purple-clothed women.
Ye Fan is extremely fast and the needle is very deep.
"Ah——" A moment later, the purple-clothed women and others trembled, motionless like robots that had lost power.
However, the hotness and redness on their faces faded away like the tide.
Ye Fan didn't waste time. When they took a breath, he dropped a few more needles.
The women in purple quickly woke up and regained a lot of strength.
Seeing Mark and herself in disheveled clothes, the pretty girl in purple blushed again.
