Chapter 2043: Shameless team (4)

The continuous running of the battlefield forced the students of the Dead Soul College to maintain the frequency of the attack. After lasting for half an hour, the battlefields withdrew from the battlefield.
For half an hour and a continuous attack, the students of the Institute of the Dead have already vomited blood. When the battlefield finally leaves, they are relieved.
What they want to wait for is that the Red Yan team will be swarmed under impatientness, and by then, they can give them a heavy blow.
The battlefield returned to the ranks, and there was no damage to the body.
"This time will not work?" Xer's eyebrows looked at the battlefield and seemed to be laughing at his "lasting power."
The battlefield smashed his own bad friend and didn't say anything.
Xerox activities and bones, went out.
"Okay, it should be me."
After that, Xerox has rushed to the students of the Institute of the Dead.
Another wave of attacks continued, and the students of the Dead School simply wanted to die.
Is there such a shameless thing, you have to fight, just go together!
Every time I line up a team member, how do you mean it!
The students of the Dead Soul Academy would like to play a big fight with the members of the Red Yan team, or simply give up the attack and let the little mouse continue to circle, but as long as their attack stops, Xerox will quickly become the most peripheral student. Several students were almost hit by Xerox.
In the face of this situation, the students of the Dead Soul College can only insist on their own attack methods.
But everything that follows, completely pushed them into the abyss.
Xerox returned to the team after half an hour, and did not wait for the students of the Death Academy to take a breather. Another member of the Red Yan team rushed over, and the action was still as usual, and the speed was not slower than the first two.
If you can't aim at the enemy's position, it's a no-brainer.
The Red Yan team showed nothing in front of them, just a word "fast"!
Up and down the whole team, there is no one in the speed, and the consumption of one round after another continues. The death of the students in the body of the dead soul is constantly being depleted. The distance and intensity of the attack can no longer be compared at the beginning. It is.
Compared with the passiveness of the Dead Soul Academy, the Red Yan team is full of status. Each time only one student attacks, and all speed, no loss of life, the students returning to the team will be able to recover immediately, simply shameless let People are crazy.
Well, the formation of the Dead Soul Academy has been finalized, and now it is too late to change.
It feels like a group of cats, which are turned by the rats of one after another.
They gave birth to internal injuries.
After three hours of various "tricks", the attacks of the students of the Dead Society have no longer been able to support their formation. There are still young people who can't keep up with the rhythm and can't fill the gap in the attack in time.
The members of the Red Yan team immediately returned.
"Warfield, it's time." Xerox blinked and his face was fascinated.
The battlefield nodded slightly, and he raised his arm.
"Unloading!"
Shouted and rang through the sky.
Everyone doesn't understand what these two meanings of the battlefield mean, but what happens next makes the whole game field boiling!
The Red Yan squad, a hundred players, at the same time, will be bundled in a weight-bearing bag filled with iron sand in their limbs. The heavy sandbags are thrown out of the field and slammed on the ground.