Chapter 262 (2/2)

The temple guards who were annoyed by the disappearance of the temple sacrifice suddenly showed a cruel smile on their faces. It's a good thing to have these rebels to give them joy.

In the eyes of the temple guards, the rebels are mice that can be strangled by raising their hands, and in the eyes of the rebels, the image of the temple guards is almost the same.

After being equipped with powerful weapons given by foreigners, all of them simply changed their guns, and no one can be their opponent.

The two sides each had their own thoughts. They came closer and closer. Finally, there were only about ten meters apart. Tacitly, they launched a sprint and planned to start a bloody fight on this land.

Nine meters... Eight meters... Seven meters

When the distance reached two or three meters, the rebels raised their pistols at the same time and pulled the trigger at the temple guard.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

I don't know how many gunshots rang out, and then the blood splashed around the temple guard. There were more or less bullet holes in everyone, some with one and some with two.

In front of the hail of bullets, the temple guards of these flesh and blood couldn't resist at all. They could only fall to the ground and die in a pool of blood.

Before they died, they couldn't figure out what killed them.

Of course, they don't need to understand that this is a unilateral massacre of the earth's high civilization technology against low civilization technology.

When all the bullets in the barrel were shot, there was no living temple guard here.

In just five seconds, a team of temple guards died, which was unimaginable for the rebels before.

For a moment, the image of Jiang Le suddenly became mysterious and majestic in their hearts.

Not long later, Jiang Le, who was sitting in the wooden hall chatting with the five elders and drinking tea, got the news of victory from the outside.

This was a result he had known for a long time. If these rebels could not win the temple guard after owning 50 pistols, the fighters of these rebels could eat shit.

But the fifth old man didn't have the foresight of Jiang Le. He stood up from his chair excitedly on the spot and happily hugged and celebrated with his old friends. This is a miracle. They have accumulated the spirit of resistance for many years and finally have enough confidence at this moment. As long as they have the weapon of Jiang Le, they may overcome the oppression of the temple guards over the years!