Li Yunlong led the entire independent group and crashed into Journey to the West.
There is no system, no golden fingers, just two thousand lives and ammunition that cannot be replenished once it is used up.
In the first battle, they were stunned - machine gun bullets hit the monster, sparks flew everywhere, and even the skin could not be scratched. One confrontation, and half the company was sacrificed.
"Commander," Monk Wei, whose chest was pierced, asked as he coughed up blood, "Is this fucking person... The person he was beating?"
Li Yunlong looked at the corpses of his brothers all over the ground, and at this absurd world filled with gods and Buddhas and monsters eating humans, his eyes gradually burned with fire.
Well, it's not a human battle, I can fight it too.
Sun Wukong squatted on the somersault cloud and looked at the group of mortals below who were overestimating their abilities: "Are you the only one? You also want to change the rules of heaven?"
"Yes, it's just us." Li Yunlong loaded the gun, "Using mortal methods."
So——
The Black Bear Spirit encountered earthworks and directional blasting.
The yellow wind monster's Samadhi Kamikaze was knocked back by the dry ice fire extinguisher.
The golden gourd with silver horns caused the high-power interference speaker to burn out the circuit.
The millions of demon soldiers in Shituoling are waiting for the modern combined tactics of interspersing divisions and encircling points for reinforcements.
When a hundred thousand heavenly troops pressed down on the territory and the four heavenly kings stood tall, Li Yunlong opened the last bottle of sweet potato in front of the formation.
"Brothers, are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"Why?"
"Because our independent group——"
"Wherever the sword points, the gods and Buddhas retreat!"
