Vol 3 Chapter 1197: The last ethnic war (Part 2)

"Two in One~"
That was the posthumous man who had evacuated before, and there were some earth evolutionaries in it.
These people were not allowed to participate in the fight because they were not suitable for such a high-intensity racial battle.
There are many reasons for this kind of incompatibility. Some people are older and unable to support a long battle, and some are disabled because of disabilities. Some people are shouldering the responsibility of educating the next generation and a living knowledge reserve. Some are women, girls, children and teenagers. They are the hopes of the future.
Some Earthlings have a low level of evolution, but they have some specialties in shooting or long-range attacks. They were unable to fight here because of the uneven strength.
But these people have just completed an attack that made the Dawning Temple silent.
This war is a life-and-death battle between the Temple of Dawn and the dead, and it is the key battle for whether Yunding Villa can have one more resource base than other forces in the future.
Everyone wants to participate.
The strength is not good, but the desire to fight is very strong, they are not even afraid of death, they are willing to sacrifice for this king city.
After careful discussion, Wang Zun and Ye Zhongming and others made this small plan to let these people play their role at a certain moment.
Facts have proved that these teams with tens of thousands of people can do something that will make everyone look at each other.
Just now, it was these people who used tens of thousands of bows and arrows or long-range skills to kill this elite as the first cavalry team that rushed into the royal city.
This is the collective power.
Taken alone, each of these people can't be compared with the knights in the Templar cavalry. The gap between the two sides is too large. A knight can even kill hundreds of these people.
The bows and arrows that these people shoot, or the skills they throw, may not be painful for the knight.
But when there are too many of these attacks, and so much that they can't hide at all, they will become extremely fatal without pain or itching.
Tens of thousands to two thousand, which seems to be more than ten times the gap, but you know, this is not a math problem, each cavalry only needs to face a dozen bows and arrows. They did not rush in line, and the bows and arrows did not shoot each knight one by one.
If something must be used to describe it, it is that these bows and skills are also another cavalry, and the two cavalry collided together.
The final result was that both defeated and injured, and the whole army was destroyed.
It's just that the sacrifice of the Temple of Dawn is the elite of two thousand people. The sacrifice of the posthumous people and the Genting Allied Forces is tens of thousands of feather arrows and some energy skills.
In this instant contest, the posthumous man achieved a victory, but this method can no longer be used again.
With the precautions, the Knights Templar of Dawn will definitely start to pay attention to defense. Their follow-up troops and long-range troops will also try their best to suppress the power in the city.
Once entangled, these people who are not strong enough and even have some disabilities will quickly be eaten like weak meat.
So after completing an attack, they quickly evacuated to the earth, and Xia Lei was waiting at the space-time gate.
The rest will be left to other comrades.
Many people looked back at the city when they left, and the same robes who were fighting in the city, as if to imprint this moment in their minds.
The second Dawn Knights rushed in under these circumstances. Then came the third branch.
But at this time, because of the defeat of the Dawn Temple Air Force, the defensive equipment of the city wall began to turn the muzzle and aimed at the team outside the city, even if it was also attacked by the long-range troops of the temple, but because there was no worries from the air, This is enough for them to suppress the temple's long-range troops and cause a lot of casualties to these charged knights.
On the other side, the saint looked at the temple warriors who were constantly being killed by magic crystal weapons and giant crossbow arrows. Her fingers were holding the scepter tightly. Her chest undulated violently, apparently angry at the sacrifice of the warriors. .
Her eyes fell on the Father, anxiously said: "Father, you may be needed at this time..."
But before she finished talking, she was interrupted by the Father's raising his hand.
"Any war requires sacrifice. You must learn to fight without me, not only to fight, but to win."
The voice of the Father passed into the ear of the Virgin, very clear.
"It's impossible for the dead people in the gap to block again. The victory has been divided. I don't need my shot. The children can end the war themselves."
Looking at the constantly firing instruments on the city wall, the Father's mouth sneered with a sneer: "That's them, the last madness."
"But..." The saint said a word, but the long-term absolute obedience to the father made her do not go on. She also felt that the father was obviously unhappy because of her words.
She was silent, but she suddenly felt confused when she saw that the soldiers who were kneeling in front of her and respectfully saluted were shot mercilessly.
Is it necessary to pay such a price for the purpose? Can it not be used to prove the bravery and loyalty that the tribes have proved countless times?
Now that the victory has been determined, why can't it be easier and must be cast with blood? !
The sage missed her mount very much at this time. If the dragon was still there, she could rush to the city wall, burn out all the strange but powerful weapons transported from the earth, and clear the way for the Knights!
"Father, let us go!"
On the one hand, the other two giants consulted the Father together. They felt that if a strong team of sharp knives rushed into the royal city at this time, they might be able to solve the battle more quickly.
The Father was silent for a moment and nodded.
The two giants immediately greeted their men and began to move towards the battlefield.
"Father, I will go too!"
"You stay!"
The virgin who wanted to follow her was stopped by the father, and in the face of doubts, no one explained to her.
The virgin stood there, looking a bit lonely.
The heavy infantry team prepared by the posthumous men for the city break came in handy at this time.
The posthumous people have almost no cavalry, not only because they are not good at domesticating monsters on a large scale, but also because they are poor, and cavalry is the most money-burning arm. Whether on the ground or in the air, the posthumous people do not have this capital.
But for the posthumous people, although they cannot afford large cavalry, it also means that all of their soldiers are infantry.
As long as they add a sturdy armor and a heavy shield with a long hair that is not easy to break, then they are powerful heavy infantry.
Facing the Cavalry Regiment of the Temple of Dawn, the heavy infantry of the posthumous men confronted it for the first time.
Many people's eyes are here, and both sides know that this is the last barrier of the king city. The heavy infantry failed, so there is really nothing to block the temple's soldiers.
The two sides collided together in their deepest roars.
Broken limbs and blood dripping became the only theme at the moment.
Some people say that people who have not experienced war cannot understand the importance of peace. In fact, from another perspective, those who have not experienced the cold weapon war cannot understand the real war.
Because the cold weapon is more direct and bloody, and can tell everyone who sees it, you should be afraid!
Even the most veteran warrior has forgotten his proud experience and can only instinctively wield his weapon to hack anyone in front of him from a different camp.
The Knights disappeared like a forest submerged in an avalanche, and the heavy infantry of the posthumous, like the harvested wheat, fell in pieces.
Life becomes extremely cheap at this moment.
A team that had almost been beaten was overrun by the fire blockade of the wall-defending equipment, and to the back of the Knights, they were the team that threw the crown.
Under the cover of their companions, they came to the fiercest battlefield. The temple weapons in their hands began to fly in all directions. At the same time, the remaining cavalry teams began to follow the flesh and blood of the companion and heavy infantry to death. Side penetration.
The reserve team within the Wangcheng began to use it to intercept these enemies who tried to enter more inside.
Outside the city, the horn sounded one after another, and almost all the dawn temple warriors started to charge, because that was the signal of the general attack.
After the official invasion of the posthumous people after the end of the cold season, the Temple of Dawn finally launched an attack on the final strategic goal at this moment.
It may not be possible to beat the shore, but the tide is not enough to describe the troops coming down from the Wangcheng, even those air-riding regiments that have been beaten up, they also regrouped and flew towards the Wangcheng, trying to give the dead. People cause a little trouble.
The Holy Girl glanced at the Father, and suddenly walked a few steps, then looked back at the old man who was also Master and Father, looking forward to shouting: "Father!"
The ninth-level strong man's eyes moved coldly from the wall to the face of the saint, staring at it for a few seconds and said: "Go."
The Virgin nodded, turned and straddled her mount before conquering Yangos, and ran towards the King City.
At this time, she had to fight, and she had to fight because she was a saint.
Protecting herself and her mount with a scepter, the virgin would look at the sky from time to time, but there was nothing but the empty knight who was falling.
"Go on, go on!"
Such voices are everywhere in the Wangcheng, and all those who can fight have rushed to the gap and the various cities, and both sides have no reserve team.
In this market-like meat grinder battle, countless lives die every moment, which can almost be regarded as the essence of Bruce's secret realm.
This kind of battle has continued. The two sides began to compete fiercely in the wall and the gap that was hit. In these ten minutes, the temple moved forward for tens of meters, but after a while, the dead man regained it. . After a while, the Templars once again gained the upper hand, but they could not hold on for long.
Since half an hour later, the two sides have been fighting on the corpses of their respective comrades.
From a certain point of view, the Knights’ charge was a failure, because they did not break through the line of defense of the heavy infantry of the posthumous men, but the temple’s followers were too many, occupying an absolute advantage in number, individual Fighting power should also be better, so even if they are dismounted, they can suppress their opponents.
If it wasn't for the posthumous people who wore all the good things produced by Genting, they might have already been defeated.
After two hours of fighting, some temple warriors finally rushed to the city wall. Although they paid a very heavy price, they finally succeeded.
The two sides on the ground were also completely disrupted, and fell into a melee. In a large area inside and outside the walls of the Wangcheng City, the fire was burning everywhere.
Another city wall collapsed, and the ranks of the Temple of Dawn rushed from there.
"Xia Lei! Xia Lei! Let's do it, our people are going to run out!"
With blood on his face, Wang Xiang Wang, who was deeply visible in his face, found Xia Lei who was also fighting with the Genting team. He shouted loudly and asked for support.
He knew that Genting still had backhands, which should be prepared for the ninth-level Father, but at this time, he hoped to use these methods in advance.
No way, if such a battle continues, the dead will be annihilated!
Even with the support of Genting and Earth, after all, the time is too short, and they can't really compete with the temple. Under the leadership of the Holy Father, the Temple Army, which took out all the things at the bottom of the press box, after several disappearing fierce battles, began to gradually occupy the initiative on the battlefield.
In this way, the disadvantage will be greater and greater, the battle damage will be higher and higher, and the speed of sacrifice will be faster and faster!
Perhaps it would have been completely defeated to wait for the ninth-level Father to start.
Xia Lei actually knew that she didn't expect that when the Dawning Temple made its full effort, the battle would end in just a few hours, which completely subverted her understanding of this kind of war.
It is not that the earth has not experienced the cold weapon era, but which of the crucial and decisive battles has not lasted for a long time, at least a few days.
But now...
She glanced at the Yunding and Earth Allied Forces, which also suffered heavy casualties, gritted their teeth, and gave orders to use the fortress of war.
She must stand up until Ye Zhongming wakes up from a deep sleep, so that she will have one more terrifying eight-star evolver and a powerful seven-star evolver.
The two war fortresses that were ordered came out of the bunker, and under the control of the controller, they began to pour out their firepower.
Short-range missiles immediately covered two gaps, exploded the temple army there into fragments, and then nuclear energy machine guns began to spit out energy, harvesting the fragile life in front of it, even the evolutionary, in this earth and roulette With technology, there is no solution.
With these two terrifying war machines, the situation on the battlefield was immediately reversed, and some people left behind even started counterattacks.
"I don't care what they are, get rid of them!" There was no holy, blood-stained saint who pointed at the two war fortresses with a scepter, shouting hysterically, and rushed towards there with people.
But the posthumous people also know the protection, and they are desperately blocking any enemies who are trying to get close, which makes the temple people unable to get there in a short time, only to watch them wantonly slaughter the same robe.
The screaming of the saintly girl is temporarily helpless.
"This was prepared for me!" A voice suddenly floated into the battlefield, suppressing all the voices, a person suspended in the air, the cold candle room holding the war fortress!