Chapter 341: : Catch the shell

In the confusing battlefield, everyone was protecting themselves. In the face of this shouting cannonball, even the special team had to avoid it.
But at this moment, Mo Nanli was still there!
He was alone, as though he was dead!
Qing Yan opened her mouth and shouted something forcefully, but her voice was nowhere near as fast as the shells, and no roar of the shells was loud.
"Monan, be careful, dodge—"
The Chacha in the tank showed an expression of infinite surprise. It was unexpected that Mo Nan would jump to the shelled area and take the initiative to die. This was really a surprise.
He couldn't help showing a haha ​​laugh! !!
Bang! !!
Rumble! !!
A huge roar blasted before everyone could react.
Suddenly, the blast of sand and dust exploded, and the ancient tomb in the back of the huge roar once again collapsed a layer of gravel.
This time, however, the seven artillery shells bombarded together. Even the strongest special task force will not be able to withstand it. At the very least, it will be seriously injured and dying.
Many special warfare personnel saw a period of despair. They knew very well how powerful the tanks on this border were, and even an armored vehicle could not withstand a hit by a cannonball.
Many of them are at the gate of the tomb!
How many companions will they sacrifice this time?
Qing Yan climbed up from the chaotic rock, looked at the billowing smoke and dust, and for the first time cast off the majesty of the instructor, tears swirled in his eyes, his fists clenched tightly.
How is she going to face Mo Nan's body? How to face the old instructor Jin En and how to face Mo Nan's parents?
She was still killing around, but at this moment she was lost in spirit, standing there blankly, her head buzzing, and she could hear the sound of her breathing.
There was a team member right next to her who shouted something wrong, but she didn't even hear what she shouted, or she didn't want to listen at all.
"Look-it's the chief instructor !!!" Suddenly, someone pointed at the smoke and recognized the erect figure standing inside.
Qing Yan heard that Yan Jiao's body was shaking, her heart was shaking, and she rushed up.
"Chief Instructor!"
"Instructor, are you okay?"
At this moment, Mo Nan was steadily standing on the ground. The remains of several artillery shells were under his feet, and he did not know what had just happened. But everyone knows that Mo Nan survived under such fierce artillery.
And it is alive and well! Even the heavily wounded special combatants behind Mo Nan survived. They were all horrified for the rest of the life after the disaster, and looked at Mo Nan's back blankly.
"Oh my God! Did the Chief Instructor carry us the shell of the tank just now?"
"Sure it is! Look at the wall in front of him. If it weren't for him, we would have died!"
After Qingye discovered that Mo Nan was okay, she just didn't shed tears, but now she suddenly burst out. She touched Mo Nan's arm and found that he was real, and then restored her instructor's proper look: "Quick! Retreat to the tomb! Hurry! "
There, Chacha was even more frightened, the smile he had just about to smile proudly froze.
how can that be? Survived under the bombardment of seven tanks?
"Impossible! Hurry up, hurry! Boom him! Boom him !!!"
Cha Cha's tank reacted first, and immediately loaded a shell, and blasted out.
boom! !!
The tank's huge backlash caused a splash of smoke all over its body.
call--
A cannonball shot straight at Monan.
That speed is fast, so fast that even if they are warriors, they are caught and arrested!
The horror scene of the explosion has already appeared in everyone's mind!
But at this moment, Mo Nanmeng reached forward!
Huh! !!
He unexpectedly caught the shell directly with one hand!
Dao Guangguang burst out with that terrible cannonball, it seemed to be struggling hard, but unfortunately met Mo Nan's palm, it couldn't move forward for half a minute.
The most incredible thing is that this shell suddenly stunned and did not explode!
In such a scene, all the pagans were stunned.
Someone can catch the shell with one hand!
"how can that be?"
Being able to pause for a few seconds on such a fierce battlefield is also quite shocking.
Mo Nan's palm was against the shell, but his gaze was fixed on Chacha's body. The palm of his hand moved gently, and the shell fell on the rubble with a bang.
"kill!!"
Mo Nan's body bounced, and the ground under his feet was broken by him. His horrific jump fell directly on the tanks.
The other man was still in the air, and suddenly reached out his hand, and the blood-eyed war gun that slammed the God-fly made a buzz to his palm.
Ten months to the moon!
The first type, cut the stars!
Bang! !!
Mo Nan's angry stick fell and he divided a tank into two!
Then the figure kicked and kicked another tank, and the tank was kicked with a bang, and it fell heavily on the tank next to it, destroying three of them at once.
The special teams saw their chief instructors so brave, they really killed the world!
Many of them rushed out of the tomb again and continued to fight with the pagans.
Mo Nan danced with his gun and destroyed seven tanks.
That Chacha had discovered that Mo Nan could not be provoked, he jumped out of the tank and rushed into the heathen crowd.
"Protect me! Protect me!"
Mo Nan's spirit was upset, and at the same time, a wave of anger was rising, and he followed, harvesting the heretics who had been intercepted along the way.
"Even if the Emperor comes, I can't save you !!!"
Mo Nan's speed was too fast. Although he was carrying a heavy war gun, he was still able to throw the pagans behind him, and at the same time getting closer to Cha Cha.
This scene suddenly appeared funny.
Mo Nan chased Chacha frantically. No one was bold enough to stop him, but after Mo Nan, the heathens flocked to chase after him.
To kill Chacha, it's too easy! This guy doesn't even have half of his cultivation!
After Mo Nan chased, Chacha's head was broken with a single shot.
When Chacha fell to the ground, the pagans finally panicked.
Defeated! The pagans immediately fled and fled.
"kill!"
Mo Nan wouldn't let them go for nothing, at least interest would be left!
Under the leadership of Mo Nan, more than a dozen special teams followed him.
All of them were full of anger. Naturally, they were killing freely and killing the world!
These pagans fled in groups at first, but they fled around in the dense forest, and there was no unity at all.
At this time, it would not make much sense for Mo Nan to pursue again!
Moreover, he found that the special teams that followed him were already scarred and could no longer continue to pursue.
"Okay! Take a rest for ten minutes, then go back!" Mo Nan ordered.
The dozen players were so tired that they fell to the ground and they were exhausted.
Mo Nan is not in a hurry. Now the pagans have been hit hard by this. It is impossible for them to fight back.
"Ah, Xiaojing! How are you?" Suddenly, a female team member screamed, and quickly went up to hold the dumb wound. It turned out that Du Bajing was already injured along the way. She didn't say anything. Until now she stopped and the whole body of injuries broke out together.
Mo Nan stepped forward at first glance, this little Jing was too badly injured. Because she has been slain since then, if her life is to be saved, she may not be able to practice after recovery, or even do some gravity work.
There was no other way in front of him, so he had to feed the elixir to the dumb and quietly eaten.
"Back her back! Let's go!"
All the way, there was silence. The setting sun stretched their lonely figure long, and there were pagan bodies on the ground, but they didn't stop to look at them twice.
When I returned to the tomb, it was only just now that peace had been restored.
Qing Ming ordered all the injured players to be taken into the tomb for treatment, while only a dozen players who could move arranged to clean the battlefield and sent people to calm the emotions of nearby villagers.
Mo Nan didn't need to do these things. He looked at the corpse soaked in the water by the river, and his heart filled with grief inexplicably.
Suddenly found that Yuan Bullet was sitting not far away and shed tears silently. In front of him were the bodies of two special combatants. It seemed that he had a very good relationship with those two.
Mo Nan stepped forward and comforted: "I know you did your best, they won't blame you!"
He does not comfort people, and he has seen too many lives and deaths. He has been numb to killing. He can still have joy, sorrow and joy, which should be regarded as a kind of luck.
"Chief Instructor! I could have protected them, I really shouldn't have brought them out!" Yuan Zhan choked and said, his hands were shaking, a man with iron blood shed tears at this moment.
Men do not cry easily, but they have not reached the sad place!
Everything in sight is reality! Even if they are special task forces worshipped by thousands of Chinese people, they will die and they will also cry. This is the price they must pay for protecting China Xia at any time!
Mo Nan was infected with the emotion of Yuan Bullet and exhaled heavily.
"Chief Instructor—" Suddenly, a team member ran over quickly, his face was a bit strange, and quickly said, "Our support is coming!"
Mo Nan immediately caught fire when he heard it. Support? It ’s all over before coming! People have sacrificed so much!
He chuckled coldly, "Come and come, so what?"
Is it necessary to have him entertaining with good wine and dinner?
"Chief Instructor, you can go and see! This support is our own, instructor Pan Dalong, but-they seem to be fighting!"