Everything...is so natural.

boom!

The dome above my head seemed to shake violently.

The shrill siren sounded instantly.

Zhang Lu ran along the mine tunnel towards the wellhead.

Snap!

The soldier who was responsible for guarding the wellhead fell down, his chest was bloody and bloody, and his body fell to the bottom of the well and was shattered.

"Something happened up there!" Zhang Lu is familiar with this soldier. Although he cannot reveal his name to any miner according to regulations, Zhang Lu has seen his training scene. He can hit ten with ten bullets from a submachine gun from a hundred meters away.

Flying glass bottles.

"Looking at the wound on his chest, it should have been caused by a large-caliber firearm, which directly penetrated the body armor." Zhang Lu took a few steps back slightly, then took a deep breath and ran toward the well wall.

It might be safe to stay underground, but Zhang Lu knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

If you hesitate, you will miss the opportunity.

His hands were just pressed against the rock wall as if they were hooked. Zhang Lu exerted force with both hands and climbed up the well like a big gecko.

The camera installed at the wellhead appears to have been destroyed by bullets or explosives.

The broken line ensures that everything is foolproof.

He slightly poked his head out of the wellhead, and there was a lot of dust outside the wellhead.

Many people with messy clothes but crazy eyes seemed to be shouting some kind of slogans, and they were madly attacking the camp of soldiers guarding the mine.

boom!

The cold gunfire rang out, and these people fell down, but before they died, they pulled out the fuse of the explosives on their bodies. The smoke and dust raised by the huge explosion blurred their vision. Even the warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles were caught in the dense explosion.

, it is inevitable to lose a little sense of proportion.

There are too many people risking their lives to attack the mine, and they completely disregard life and death.

"Who are these people? They look... like crazy, they are not afraid of death at all!" Zhang Lu was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, and at the same time he felt a biting chill.

As the saying goes, those who are stunned are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of losing their lives. With so many people desperate for their lives, even the elites of Baizhan will not be able to get over this situation.

Even though Zhang Lu didn't know how to march and fight, he could still see that the soldiers guarding the mine were constantly shrinking the defense line and began to appear conservative, waiting for reinforcements.

At the same time, in the diffuse smoke and dust.

Zhang Lu's gaze unconsciously shifted in one direction.

It was a bearded middle-aged man wearing white linen clothes with special symbols tattooed on his eyebrows and cheeks.

Judging from the shape of his face and the color of his pupils, he should be from Xinertai.

In this vast and desolate land, the Xinertai people have always been synonymous with violence.

The bearded middle-aged man was holding a bone in his hand, walking barefoot on the ground full of corpses and sand, reciting the "Ancient Source Sutra" that had been passed down from generation to generation, and a strange light emitted from his deep eyes.

Wherever your eyes pass.

Some of the resisting soldiers involuntarily pointed their guns at the original robe.
Chapter completed!