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 had to 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 out.
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 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 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 to 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 stabbed the second man, the third man, and the fourth man without losing force, and pinned the fifth enemy 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 warheads.
"Ta-ta-ta--" 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 bang, the ammunition box exploded, countless warheads flew, and dozens of people nearby were overturned.
A dozen gunmen were beaten into a sieve.
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 them.
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 targets of the conquest were also the Shen family's martial alliance, so the guns 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 most of them in these rounds, and the guns and cannons destroyed most of them.
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. 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 occupies a very large area, more than a thousand square meters, but it burns very quickly.
Smoke and fire spread.
Ye Fan also quickly changed into guard clothes.
He was about to run away from behind the tent, but 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.
A curtain hung low in the conference room. The curtain was tattered, 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 intention.
But the situation inside still shocked Ye Fan: "I'll go, what are you going to 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, but 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 the 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, and 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 Mark was scanning her, she also looked at Mark.
His eyes were blank, searching, and gleaming with 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 fixed bodies of the women in purple also trembled slightly and regained their freedom.
Although Ye Fan didn't know them, he was willing to help them because he just said 'careful' to the other party.
And the enemy of your enemy may not be your friend, but it can also take some pressure off yourself.
Of course, Ye Fan was afraid that they were the nephews of the five great families in China, and if he didn't help, he would 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.
"Stop being 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 camp hall.
But before he could take a few steps, the woman in purple came up from behind and hugged Mark.
The pride and heat of the body invaded Ye Fan from behind.
Without waiting for Mark to react, the woman in purple kissed Mark's ear again.
Extremely crazy, extremely intense.
Ye Fan subconsciously said: "Miss, what are you doing..." Before he could finish his words, the other four women also hugged Ye Fan, breathing rapidly, and kissed him randomly.
Then there was an even louder sound, pressing Mark down on 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, and 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 at 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 avoided taboos, 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 heat 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 woman in purple quickly woke up and regained a lot of strength.
Seeing Mark and her clothes in messy condition, the pretty face of the purple-clothed woman turned red again.
