wasteland ranch

Chapter 204
There was a sound of a cow, and a white bison in iron armor rushed over from the ditch.
Their eyes were blood red, and they rushed forward with their black horns on their heads. Behind them were more than [-] big green-backed crabs, waving their pincers as if to drive them away.

After accelerating over such a long distance, the bison had already reached their fastest speed. They could cross the ditch with a single leap and plunge into the group of crossbowmen who were fleeing in a hurry.

The flat butts of these frightened deserters are the best targets. The bison lowers its head and lifts it up, and suddenly an unlucky guy will get on the free plane and be thrown up more than ten meters high. Swaying some of his warm blood, he fell back to the ground that was compacted by the refugees with a clatter in the pitiful howl.
It’s okay if you fall to your death on the spot, some of them with a stronger body will be stepped on by the bison following behind, and the legs will be stabbed by the crabs before they cover their buttocks and shake their heads. If there are still parts intact, follow The white-headed wolf on the ground will immediately follow up and make up for it.

In just a few minutes, the herd of bison smashed the thousands of crossbowmen into pieces, and then were trampled to death by their companions in the rear, but they soon had to stop.

As the initiator of the leader of the [-]th Route Predator, President Yan, his phalanx defense on the base camp is naturally the strictest.

Behind the heavy sandbags, there are also large trucks used for transportation. After forming a circle, a position similar to a small fence was formed.
Since each car is more than two meters high, the soldiers stand on the car and look down, with a good angle of attack, and they continue to kill the pounced wolves.

As for the white bison, they had already bumped into the thick sandbags and stopped the impact. Some of them even had no time to brake, and accidentally bumped into the chrysanthemums of their companions.

Seeing the herd of bison parked there under the carriage mooing and being unable to move, but forming a new barrier for them, Mr. Yan was overjoyed, raised his hand and slapped a wild wolf that was about to jump on the back of the cow. gun.

The marksmanship was very accurate, and it directly hit the giant wolf on the nose, and fell back with a whimper.

"Hit the wolves! Don't let them jump up! Where's the grenade? Keep it for the Chinese New Year? Throw it all over!"

A soldier touched from the waist, snapped off the tab with a flick of his thumb, and ruthlessly threw it towards the densest place in the herd,
"Hahaha, beast, die!"

However, before the smile on his face could fully bloom, the grenade that was still flying in the air suddenly disappeared, and after a few seconds, no explosion was heard.

Of course he wasn't the only one who threw the grenade, but after the hundreds of grenades were thrown out, they all disappeared like a magic trick.

"what is that!"

A soldier shouted in horror, pointing to the mane on the back of the wolf's neck.

I saw a green cyst the size of a leather ball protruding high up on the back and neck of a white-headed wild wolf, but it disappeared quickly. Looking up, you can even see five or six cysts appearing on some wild wolves at the same time. Weird cysts that look weird and weird.

Xiao Xu next to Mr. Yan rubbed his eyes, then threw a grenade down, and it disappeared suddenly, but he still noticed the abnormality with sharp eyes, and exclaimed:
"There's something on the wolf's back! They've got the grenade out of them!"

Just at this time, the machine gun firing point on the top of the truck overturned a leaping white-headed wolf, smashing its entire head and face into a ball of mud, and fell down without roaring.

At this time, three fist-sized green objects suddenly jumped out of the wolf carcass and landed on the back of a bison that couldn't turn around.

Mr. Yan fixed his eyes, and suddenly found that they were three emerald green frogs!
The white belly was tightly pressed against the back of the cow, and the four claws were also scratching, but the pair of big marble-like eyes were agitating from time to time. If you had enough eyesight, you should be able to see that the pupils were spinning rapidly.

A new grenade flew over, and also disappeared in the air. This time, Mr. Yan saw it clearly.

The grenade didn't disappear, but was quickly sucked into the frog's belly by the several-meter-long tongue!

There was a slight pop, as if the sound of farting through the quilt was inaudible, and the frog that swallowed the grenade instantly swelled into a ball, didn't it look like the sudden green cyst on the wolf's back!

Seeing that the frog returned to its original state in less than two seconds, opened its mouth and blew out a smoke ring, then scraped the corner of its mouth with its long tongue, and continued to intercept the next grenade.

Only then did Mr. Yan realize that the thousands of crossbow shells probably entered the stomachs of these weird frogs and turned into farts.

With a flick of his hand and a crackling sound, the frog's outer skin was surprisingly not as tough as the inside, and he beat it into a lump of jelly.
The tongue hangs feebly from the half-opened jaw, which is more than 30 centimeters long, accounting for half the volume of a normal frog. No wonder it can stretch so far.

But Mr. Yan didn't bother to sigh, these little strange frogs that could swallow grenades had caused him great trouble.

The main weapons of the Marauders are nothing more than two: guns and grenades.

There are also two reasons: easy to use and cheap.

It's not that there are heavy weapons, but even Mr. Yan can't equip everyone with an RPG, and it's not necessary.

Their main opponents have always been human territories that can only retreat and defend. A few rockets can be used for a symbolic bombardment.

But now the grenade has been restrained, and the bullets have gradually lost their effect after the green-armored crab took over the battlefield of the wolves. Mr. Yan hurriedly asked his subordinates to sacrifice the rocket launcher again. Quickly shoot at the crab.

This time the weird frog obviously couldn't do anything about those fast rockets. The rockets literally exploded on the green steel crab, blowing off a broken claw.

Even a blue steel crab can't withstand heavy machine gun fire for long, let alone a surprisingly powerful rocket?
Seeing that it worked, Mr. Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as these more than 30 wall-like crabs are eliminated, the fragile wolves and silly bison are the meat on the chopping board, let him slaughter them!
As for the donkey rider with only a dozen people left, hehe, what kind of waves can it make?
Well, on the other side of the city wall, judging by the distance, it should be entering the stage of climbing the city. Once Fatty's flying ride is on, there will be no suspense in this battle.

"At that time, I must slaughter this City of Hope for three days, and I have suffered such a huge loss. No, in addition to food, the domestication methods of these animals must also be obtained. At that time, it doesn't matter who it is. It's still Metropolis, who dares to mess with me?! Hahahaha!"

Just as he was laughing, Xiao Xu suddenly yelled and threw him down. With a bang, Mr. Yan felt as if there was an earthquake, and the car he was in was shaken violently.

"Again, what are you doing again!"

(End of this chapter)