Chapter 2837: Under the castle

Too insidious.
Hearing Chen Huanghe's words, Emperor Ma Qing penetrated a cold sweat behind his back.
This pharaoh not only had ten ranks, but also had a good brain. Knowing that the Ye Family Garden was hard to penetrate, he came and went with his sword.
If the Majia Garden is really bloodbathed by the Pharaoh, and his life and death are also controlled by the other party, then not only will he suffer, but the Ye Family will also be destroyed.
As long as Pharaoh held his life and death and asked Uncle Bai to choose, he would either blast Yejia Huayuan or watch him die, Uncle Bai would definitely choose the former.
In this way, the five hundred soldiers who originally protected the Ye Family Garden will instantly become the servants of the Ye Family Garden.
That would be nothing to redeem.
"Sao Ma, this is a critical moment of life and death, don't be arrogant!"
Chen Huanghe stubbornly held Ma Qingdi's hand: "We have two priorities now, one is to ensure absolute safety; the other is to delay as much as possible."
"Although Uncle Bai has taken away many masters, the manor still has more than 400 guards, with guns and cannons, it is not so easy for Pharaoh to kill you."
"And we only need to hold on for half an hour, and the nearby Dongfeng troops can rush over."
"Three thousand well-trained soldiers can scare them away even if they can't kill the pharaoh."
Chen Huanghe let out a long breath: "As long as Pharaoh can't kill him or we hold him, then we will be considered a victory tonight."
"On the contrary, once you go out to fight, the consequences will be disastrous. If you are caught alive, the Ye Family and even Taicheng will be destroyed."
"Forbearance! Forbearance! Must endure!"
Chen Huanghe, who has always been fake, showed a wise mind at this critical moment, and analyzed the pros and cons of fighting and shrinking to Emperor Ma Qing.
Things developed as he expected. The Pharaohs and the others began to be blocked after they entered the front yard, and the Majia death soldiers who were constantly surrounding them slowed their pace.
"Close the small building and seal the doors and windows."
Emperor Ma Qing pulled off a button, stared at the chaotic scene on the screen and gave orders: "Seventy-two guards are personally protecting my safety."
"Without my instructions, you can't go outside to join the war."
After figuring out his own importance, Emperor Ma Qing recovered his calm and indifference, and sat down in the main seat again with a deep and powerful voice:
"In addition, tell the guards to stop the enemy at all costs, as long as they can stop the Pharaoh from killing the small building, everyone will remember the first-class merit and reward 10 million."
"Dean Chen, call the Dongfeng Force, and then contact the missile team."
"When necessary, cover the entire Majia Garden with artillery fire."
There is a wave of perseverance on Ma Qingdi's face: "I will die together, and I will not become the living mouth of Pharaoh."
Chen Huanghe and the others replied loudly: "Understood."
After giving the instruction, Ma Qingdi got up again and went to the safe, took out a black box, opened it, and took out a gun and a remote control.
Although this manor is not solid, and the elites have been taken away from Uncle Bai, Emperor Ma Qing still has the last killer.
Following Ma Qingdi's order, the guards of the entire Majia Manor all rushed over, holding weapons and shooting at the advancing five Pharaohs.
"Boom boom!"
Bullets poured down on the pharaohs like rain, but the pharaohs dodged so fast that almost all shots were missed.
They swayed like a phantom, and then disappeared from the Majia Gunner's eyes, and when they reappeared, they came to the Majia Gunner's side.
When the staff swept away, a dozen people screamed and fell to the ground.
"Swish—"
Then, the four followers stretched out their wands, stuck them, pulled them, and pulled out a barbed wire fence, and then pushed them forward like shields.
"Dangdangdang!"
Ma Jiajingrui was taken aback for a moment, and then the trigger was pulled, and more bullets poured over, but they were all blocked by the barbed wire, emitting dazzling sparks.
The barbed wire is unreasonably tough. It has been swayed, twisted, and tilted, but it has not been damaged. The warhead has either landed or got stuck.
Pharaohs were unscathed.
Upon seeing this, the Majia gunner changed his face and yelled subconsciously: "Machine gun! Sniper! Gatling!"
They wanted to mobilize heavy firepower to stop the pharaoh who was advancing slowly.
"boom--"
The pharaoh who looked like Thanos, with no emotion in his eyes, stepped forward and slapped his left hand on the wire fence.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the warhead stuck in the barbed wire reflected back, and shot into the bodies of more than fifty opponents who were shooting alternately.
The Majia gunman's body was shocked, like a piece of paper that had been hit, with dozens of more blood holes, and then he fell to the ground without fail.
The four Ma Jiarui who carried out light machine guns also swayed and fell into a pool of blood.
"Boom boom!"
Pulling this opportunity, the four disciples retracted their staffs, took a step forward and picked up the machine guns, and fired intensively at the front.
Like sharp fangs, they bit Ma Jiarui fiercely.
"Boom boom!"
The four followers kept pulling the trigger, the barrels trembled in anger, and the flying bullets poured out unscrupulously like a meteor shower.
The blood bullets on their faces looked terrifying.
More than two hundred Ma Jiarui also held firearms in their hands, and counterattacked the five Pharaohs hysterically.
The dimly lit manor suddenly turned into bursts of gunfire, flesh and blood flying all over, and screams continued to sound.
In this case, there is no war technique or military evasion. What you fight is the amount of ammunition dumped, and what you fight is speed and strength.
"Boom boom!"
After a fierce battle, the five Pharaohs abruptly defeated more than two hundred Majia elites.
The opposing Majia gunmen screamed again and again, and they turned their backs on their horses, all blood.
The road of more than 50 meters, more than 200 gunmen, was forced by the pharaohs and the others to step on the ground without mercy, the bullet shells snapped, making them invincible.
"Whizzing--"
At this moment, two Majia dead men suddenly appeared on the left and right sides, carrying a rocket launcher and blasting two rockets at Pharaoh.
"Boom boom—"
It's just that before the rocket hit the Pharaoh's side, the Pharaoh's staff hit two red lines and collided with the rocket in mid-air.
With two earth-shattering sounds, rockets exploded in the night sky, and countless fragments and flames flew around.
The Majia gunner screamed and fell to the ground after being hit by the fragments. The two carrying bazookas were also overturned to the ground by the air wave, but the Pharaoh and the others were intact.
Watching the battle, Ma Qingdi clenched his fists and loosened them, loosened and clenched, very sad and indignant, but helpless.
This Pharaoh is too tyrannical.
It was another fierce battle, and the Majia gunman was nearly dead, and hundreds of people were left with only a few wounded. The surrounding area was messy, bloody, and damaged.
Only the small building is still intact.
Pharaoh and the others stepped on the corpse and slowly approached the door of the small building.
"when……"
As soon as the staff knocked on the blue bricks on the ground, there was a harsh sound, and Pharaoh looked up at the lonely small building, his hoarse voice was as bad as a sharpening of a knife:
"Whoever wants to stop Pharaoh's footsteps, the wings of death will fall on his head..."
Soldiers approached the city.