Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei leaped up, climbed onto the truck's railing, and looked ahead.

He saw the leading truck soar into the air, tumble, and crash down by the roadside, flames rising high, forcing the three or four trucks behind to halt.

Old Carlo jumped up almost simultaneously with Yang Fei.

He was extremely agile, clinging to the truck's railing, then jumped down off the truck.

Old Carlo hid by one side of the truck, pulled out a telescope, and observed the distance.

He took just one look, and his square, stern face instantly turned tense.

"It's Feng Huo Lian Cheng's bandits, retreat quickly!"

The Guard Squad members on the trucks nearly wet their pants when they heard the name "Feng Huo Lian Cheng".

Braggart King Kelani clutched the Old Mauser Gun, trembling, and wailed in despair.

"Why is it Feng Huo Lian Cheng? Don't they only target large merchant groups for robbery? Wherever they go, not even a blade of grass grows. Help!"

Bang bang bang!

In the distance, a group of burly men draped in black cloaks, wielding AK47s, swarmed in like wasps.

In the fierce gunfire, bullets flew wildly everywhere.

Old Carlo acted extremely calmly, handling things without panic; he quickly organized the convoy's Guard Squad for an effective counterattack.

Seven or eight shooters, relying on the terrain and trucks, began to fight back.

Meanwhile, the other trucks turned around and fled back the way they came.

Yang Fei shook his head; since the bandits were blocking the road to rob them, their rear must already be cut off—how could they escape?

Sure enough, the seven or eight trucks had barely managed to rush back seven or eight hundred meters.

Then came a loud explosion, and the leading truck's wheels were blown off."

"The entire truck tilted and crashed against the dirt slope, flames soaring into the sky.

At the same time, swarms of bandits wearing black cloaks flanked them from behind, creating an extremely intimidating formation.

This was so terrifying that it not only frightened Kelani out of his wits but even changed Old Carlo's expression.

Old Carlo made a snap decision and loudly ordered.

"Abandon the goods, retreat immediately, and break through!"

Yang Fei quite respected this veteran soldier in his forties, with his strong decisiveness and precise timing.

Kelani was trembling all over, curled up in a ball, babbling incoherently.

"Wherever the flames go, not a blade of grass will grow. It's over, I haven't even tasted Lis's fragrant kiss, and now I'm going to die."

Old Carlo jumped onto the truck and yanked Kelani down.

"Run, you coward!"

At this moment, Old Carlo suddenly saw Yang Fei.

He was smoking coldly, seemingly oblivious to the wolf-like swarm of bandits approaching.

Old Carlo was astonished, as there were very few who could remain calm in such a storm of bullets.

Who is this guy?

Yang Fei looked at Old Carlo nonchalantly, lazily shrugged his shoulders.

"Just a few small-time bandits, no need to run. Give me the gun."

His eyes seemed to be filled with powerful intimidation.

Old Carlo couldn't help but nod his head.

"Sir, I am also a warrior, I cannot lose the gun in my hand."

Saying this, he kicked Kelani and shouted: "Coward, give this gentleman your gun."

Kelani, who had boasted earlier, now felt somewhat embarrassed seeing Yang Fei's calm, unconcerned demeanor.

His legs were trembling like cooked noodles, but he held onto the gun tightly.

"No, I... I am also a warrior, I cannot lose the gun in my hand."

Ah!

At that moment, a dreadful cry, a guard from the convoy up ahead was shot in the head amid the shower of bullets.

The man's head burst into a spray of blood, groaned, and collapsed to the ground.

Kelani screamed, dropping the Mauser gun in his hand as if it were a scorching steel bar.

Tears and snot streamed down her face.

"No, I don't want to die, I don't want to leave this dazzling world."

The resolute Old Carlo spat.

"You coward, get up quickly and run for your life."

Kelani curled up, clutching his crotch and hunching over, crying miserably.

"Oh God, please let the bandits not see me, I haven't even tasted a woman yet."

At this moment, three or four vehicles of the convoy were already blocked by the bandits.

A few bandits took control of the trucks, while most bandits charged towards the Guard Squad.

Yang Fei noticed that the bandits of Feng Huo Lian Cheng were ruthless, showing no mercy.

They didn't even spare unarmed drivers and stowaways.

A burst of bullets swept out, and those people all fell into pools of blood.

Old Carlo shouted loudly: "Brothers, death is certain either way, fight them to the death."

He jumped off the vehicle, his automatic rifle firing continuously at the distance.

Yang Fei stood atop the truck, looking far ahead, only to see that enemies were closing in from both the front and back, densely packed.

Each one wielding an automatic rifle, muzzle spewing fire.

This way, the truck formed a natural barrier, otherwise, the seven or eight shooters of the convoy's Guard Squad wouldn't have been able to withstand even a face-to-face encounter.

Old Carlo was an extremely formidable shooter; every shot nearly took down one bandit.

Among the other men, there were also a few skilled ones whose precise shots slowed the bandits' advance.

But the enemy was overwhelming in number; it was only a matter of time before they were overrun.

Bam!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang, and a burst of blood flowered from Old Carlo's left shoulder.

Old Carlo clutched his shoulder with one hand and roared in anger.

"Hold the line, find a way to take down their Commander, Red Beard!"

In the rear of Feng Huo Lian Cheng's formation, a big bearded man, his face full of wickedness, was commanding with a handgun.

In front of him stood several guards in a line, rigorously protecting the big bearded man.

This big bearded man was the infamous Red Beard.

He was the one who coined the phrase "Wherever the flames go, not a blade of grass will grow," which turned out to be true.

This inhumane bastard led Feng Huo Lian Cheng, rampaging between the borders of Alang and Greenworth.

Whether it was large merchant caravans or small Mercenary Groups, if they encountered Red Beard, they stood no chance of survival.

Old Carlo shouted like this merely to boost morale.

He dared not think that in such a dire situation, they could take down the opposing Commander, Red Beard.

Bam!

A gunshot, and a miracle happened.

The previously smug Red Beard, his head erupted with a spray of blood, dropped straight down like a tree felled by an ax.

Old Carlo's eyes nearly popped out.

He turned around and saw Yang Fei holding the old and battered Mauser Gun, reloading it with difficulty.

The barrel of the Mauser Gun was wisping smoke.

"Was it you who did this?"

Old Carlo rubbed his eyes, incredulously looking at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei ignored him, lifted the battered Mauser Gun, and fired off all the bullets in the chamber in quick succession.

In the distance, messengers, flag bearers, and deputy commanders all fell backward almost simultaneously.

Every one of their heads burst into a shower of blood.

"Oh my God, what just happened?"

Old Carlo was dumbfounded, his lips and legs trembling, completely overwhelmed by this terrifying guy.