End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

As Boss Sun stepped into the factory gate, his feet suddenly felt empty and he fell down.

“Ah——” A scream pierced the night sky, followed by a series of exclamations and curses.

It turned out that Fan Mengmeng had laid a layer of camouflage net on the ground, and underneath was a bottomless trap.

Boss Sun's men were caught off guard and were all hit.

"What's going on?" Boss Sun climbed out of the trap in a panic, his body covered in mud and filth, and roared angrily.

He looked around and found that many obstacles and traps had appeared in the originally empty factory.

"Damn it! We fell into a trap!"

On the other side, the ancient battle also entered a white-hot stage.

Although the bandit leader was killed by Teng Junze's secret guard leader, the remaining bandits became even more crazy and pounced on the escort team like hungry wolves.

Escort leader Zhou was injured in the previous battle and had difficulty moving, which also affected the morale of the escort team.

"Captain Zhou, how are you?" an escort asked anxiously.

Captain Zhou gritted his teeth and brandished his knife. "I can still hold on! Brothers, hold on! Reinforcements will be here soon!"

However, the bandits' attacks became more and more fierce, and the escort team gradually could not hold on.

A bandit took advantage of Zhou Biaotou's unpreparedness and slashed his shoulder with a knife.

"Ah!" Zhou Biaotou screamed and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Captain Zhou!" The escorts cried out and wanted to rush forward to rescue, but were forced back by the swarming bandits.

Just as Zhou Biaotou was about to be hacked to death, at the critical moment, a sharp arrow flew through the air and hit the bandit in the throat.

The bandit fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died.

Immediately afterwards, more sharp arrows fell from the sky and shot at the bandits.

The bandits were shot by arrows and fell to the ground one after another, and the rest fled in fear.

When the dust settled, a group of people appeared in the distance. The man in the lead was wearing black clothes and riding a tall horse. He was the leader of Teng Junze's secret guards.

He dismounted, walked up to Captain Zhou, and said in a deep voice, "Captain Zhou, are you okay?" Captain Zhou looked at the man in front of him and the flickering fire on the hillside not far away. He knew that it was...

Fan Mengmeng hid in the dark, looking at the embarrassed look of Boss Sun on the surveillance screen, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Captain Chen, let's start." She pressed the button, and the traps preset in the factory were activated one by one.

The camouflage net on the ground disappeared, revealing deep pits with sharp wooden stakes protruding from the bottom.

Those who had fallen down before now let out even more miserable screams.

The high-voltage power grid activated, flashing blue arcs of electricity, and electrocuted the enemies who tried to climb to escape, causing them to twitch all over and wail incessantly.

Molotov cocktails fell from the sky, turning the factory into a sea of ​​fire.

Boss Sun watched all this in horror. He never imagined that this seemingly weak girl would set such a terrible trap.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people he brought with him were lost.

The arrogance and greed on his face were now replaced by fear and despair.

He roared: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!" However, it was too late.

On the ancient battlefield, Zhou Biaotou was seriously injured and almost unable to fight again.

Just when he was in despair, a fire flickered on the distant hillside, and Teng Junze's personal guards descended from the sky like divine soldiers.

These guards are well-trained, work in perfect harmony, and their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of ordinary bandits.

Holding sharp blades, they rushed down the mountain like tigers, breaking up the bandits' formation in an instant.

The leader of the secret guards took the lead, the long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and every move was deadly.

The bandits were unable to fight back under his sword and fell to the ground one after another.

Teng Junze stood on the hillside, looking down at the battlefield, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, but he will never show mercy to protect the people he cherishes.

He looked at the transport team protected by the guards in the middle and felt a little relieved.

He knew that they had won this battle.

"Captain Zhou, are you okay?" The leader of the secret guards helped Captain Zhou up and asked with concern.

Zhou Biaotou looked at the person in front of him and the god-like figure on the hillside not far away. Only then did Zhou Biaotou feel relieved.

Suddenly, Teng Junze's face changed and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness, as if something important was about to happen.

He suddenly raised his head, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself: "Mengmeng..."

Fan Mengmeng looked at the enemies running around like ants on a hot pan on the surveillance screen, and a sense of pleasure surged in her heart.

Boss Sun, this is the price of your greed!

But she was not carried away by the victory, a lingering worry lingered in her heart.

What was the war situation like in ancient times?

Is Teng Junze... okay?

She gripped the intercom tightly, her knuckles turning white, wishing she could hear his voice immediately.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Boss Sun's face was full of ferocity.

He drew the machete from his waist and roared at his fleeing men: "Go back! Whoever dares to run again, I will chop him down!" Fear is sometimes more terrifying than death. Under the threat of Boss Sun, some desperate men actually stopped and rushed back to Captain Chen and others with red eyes.

"Captain Chen, be careful!" Fan Mengmeng reminded.

Captain Chen commanded his team members calmly. They stood back to back, forming a small defensive circle to resist the enemy's frenzied attack.

Fan Mengmeng was not to be outdone. She manipulated the mechanical equipment in the factory to create greater trouble for the enemy.

Huge steel plates fell from the sky, smashing several enemies into meat patties; sharp blades extended from the wall, cutting enemies who tried to approach into pieces.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and screams were heard one after another.

Seeing that his counterattack had failed and instead resulted in even greater losses, Boss Sun knew the situation was hopeless. He glared at Fan Mengmeng fiercely and turned to flee.

"Want to run? Not so easy!" Fan Mengmeng sneered and activated the last trap. A huge iron cage dropped from the sky, trapping Boss Sun tightly.

"Ms. Fan, what should we do next?" Captain Chen walked to Fan Mengmeng and asked the trapped Boss Sun.

Fan Mengmeng looked at Boss Sun who was roaring like a trapped beast in the cage, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Lock him up first, I'm useful." She turned to look at the surveillance screen and prayed silently in her heart: Teng Junze, you must be safe!

At the same time, the situation on the ancient battlefield also changed.

With the support of his personal guards, Captain Zhou regained his spirits. He wiped the blood from his face, drew the sword from his waist, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow me!"

Zhou Biaotou roared like a tiger descending from the mountain, the sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and every move was deadly.

The arrival of the private guards was like timely rain, instantly turning the tide of the battle.

They were well-trained and coordinated well, and they wielded their swords and knives together, catching the originally aggressive bandits off guard.

Screams and the sounds of weapons clashing were intertwined. The bandits threw away their weapons and fled in all directions. The transport team that was originally besieged finally got a chance to catch its breath.

In modern times, Fan Mengmeng looked at Boss Sun's desperate eyes on the surveillance screen, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She pressed the last button, the factory alarm rang out, and the huge iron gate slowly fell, completely blocking all of Boss Sun's escape routes.

Seeing this, the remaining bandits lost all their fighting spirit and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Captain Chen led his team to subdue them one by one, and a thrilling battle finally came to an end.

Fan Mengmeng let out a long sigh and leaned back in the chair tiredly.

On the ancient battlefield, Zhou Biaotou led his team to pursue the victory and they were unstoppable all the way.

The bandits were defeated and abandoned a large amount of stolen goods.

Looking at the weapons and packages scattered across the ground, Captain Zhou laughed heartily. "Brothers, this battle was well fought! Put all these things away and we'll reward you when we get back to the mansion!"

Elder Wu stood at the door of the warehouse, anxiously waiting for the transport team to return.

Dust was flying in the distance. He squinted his eyes and finally saw the familiar flag.

He finally felt relieved and quickly ordered his men to open the warehouse door and prepare to receive the precious medicinal materials.

Fan Mengmeng felt relieved when she saw Captain Chen counting the seized supplies on the surveillance footage.

She was about to contact Teng Junze to report the current war situation when she suddenly discovered something wrong.

"Captain Chen, do you feel...that they seem to know the location of our trap?"