Chapter 517: Eleven. Wind. 26 (11)

Opportunities are fleeting, and only time is needed to complete the picture.
The span used to complete the operation was less than 1 minute. Compared with the 20 years since the birth of v.e and the hundreds of years when the Charlieman Army established the rules of military discipline, it can only be regarded as the moment of the white horse gap. But if this can establish the cornerstone of a new era, the significance of this moment is much greater than the thickness of a hundred years.
I felt the heroic spirit in the past biography of the heroes who sought the traitors and chaotic parties, and suppressed the boiling blood. The actors injected all the calmness and killing intention into the body, and took the slow-moving carriage on the path straight.
According to reliable information, this horse team avoiding the avenues and walking on the trails carried no one else. It was the president of V.e.-Siegfried Otto Lilin. After finishing the power-and-money transaction, he was sneaking home.
As a black-hearted profiteer who is hated by thousands of enemies and so many enemies can fill up a few streets, such a haunting is very in line with his identity. But in this way, it also provides the ideal place and time for the attackers to ambush.
There are no residents nearby, and the light is dim. In this dark night, the horse team holding torches is particularly conspicuous. Even ordinary people can think that this environment is suitable for sneak attacks, and the team's security has also been upgraded to a higher level. This group is still determined to choose to do it here at this time... If they are not fledgling third-rate rookies, they are Super first-class assassin. He has outstanding strength that does not put highly vigilant goals in his eyes.
The fireball hit the head and the large guard carriage behind the palace one after another, and the carriage full of guards burned up. The four cavalrymen next to the luxury carriage in the middle were not able to react with the sword. The cold cone knife had penetrated the medulla oblongata, and at the same time, his mouth was covered to prevent the screaming from overflowing. He had returned to the mother before understanding what had happened. The chauffeur opened his mouth wide but could not scream, and a crossbow pierced his throat. In less than a minute, the magnificent carriage had lost all its protection, and it stood alone in the middle of the trail, letting it be slaughtered.
The excellent killers did not feel free to feel happy. Nine men surrounded the carriage, and the remaining three stepped forward to pull the door. Mouth shouted "Tianzhu!" The sharpened knife sharpened in his hand pierced into the carriage-
The blade is extremely sharp. Although the highly toxic paint on it does not have the quick effect of sealing the throat with blood, a little bruise is enough to be fatal, and the process of death is even more miserable.
but. Then there must be a target that can be stabbed.
There were no assassination targets in the magnificent carriage. Not even one person.
Trap-the instincts of the assassins are so high. There is no need for an assassination process that is too smooth. With easy access to information, the right place and time... and other suspicious things are connected together, the assassins understand what is waiting for their future.
Ping--
Burning wooden boards, dead horses, and human limbs wrapped in flames and storms visited the assassins. A man who was too late to dodge was hit by a burning door panel, leaving an ugly red and black scorch mark on the ground and flying out of sight.
"Yeah—"
A figure emerged from the wreckage of the burning carriage. The silhouette was outlined in the blazing fire. When the line of sight moved to the arms, the eyes of the assassins were completely locked by the shaped "arms".
A variety of weird items combined with various thickness tubes-this is the first visual image of the assassins, followed by a note of "different lengths".
The left hand seems to be a few steel tubes tied in a circle, with a shiny strap. The right hand is a thick and long tube. With a huge serrated bayonet installed under the front of the tube and a honeycomb-like runner at the end, the full length easily broke the 8-meter mark.
A woman with two such strange arms, standing in front of her as if nothing had happened, was already terrifying. What's even more appalling is that the pile of ugly tubes was decorated with silver plating of thorns and roses...I really don't know if it should be said to be offensive or aesthetically problematic.
"Please let me introduce--"
The woman owed a little, and raised her thick, long right arm.
"The child's original name was 88 (ht-ht), now it's Henschel."
Lower your right arm and raise your left arm gracefully.
"This girl's name is Gretel, it's much better than the name 730, which is not nutritious."
The huge weight was ignored by the magnificent, two weapons were lifted to shoulder height, the wheeled automatic loader pushed the high-explosive grenade into the gun barrel, the semi-automatic horizontal sliding wedge breech was closed, and the motor began to drive the barrel of the gun—
Not waiting for the women to introduce the next generation of heavy defense tank artillery and the battleship near the cannon. The men with frozen expressions threw a cone knife at the woman with a dangerous beast breath all over her body.
"You are really not friendly, let's just... let them introduce themselves."
The red dragon Silas, one of the three giants of the Guards, holding a giant cannon, smiled lightly and pressed the electric shock button at the same time. The 71 times diameter body tube 88㎜ tank gun was the first to roar. A huge muzzle flame illuminates the night sky, and a grenade with an initial velocity of up to 1,000 meters per second smashed the cone knife with the man. Human flesh cannot touch the mechanical fuze, and the shell continued to fly a few hundred meters before exploding in the distance.
The hot brass shell fell to the ground, the runner at the tail turned clockwise, and the next shell was loaded. Fortunately, the assassins who escaped the disaster seized this brief moment and finally started to fight back. Several magicians chanted mantras, and the rest pulled out their long swords and sprinted with all their strength. Their movements are not unpleasant, and their coordination is also very skilled, but the Grete-Silas special 730 near-anti-aircraft movement is much faster than them.
When designed at a rate of fire of 1800 rounds per minute, the sounds of the firings are almost connected, and every four rounds of filled tracers drag out light-like trajectories at night, including enthusiasm and murderousness. Bathed in a real bullet rain, the assassin's flesh was blown out piece by piece, sticking to the trees and rocks, and finally no silhouette was left, leaving a mass of corpses falling to the ground.
After spending a moment, almost all of the dozen or so assassins were beaten into a ball of rotten flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhzggbbbbbb)!!!!!!!!!

The last person raised his sword and rushed up. The distance between him and Silas was only a few meters. At this time, Gretel had also run out of ammunition, and the barrels of flames and shells no longer spewed in vain. With great effort, he can insert the long sword into the other person's body.
"so sorry--"
A bright smile and shock penetrated the body, the dark muzzle filled the field of vision, and the strength of the piercing chest continued to overflow the body, and the body that was no longer physically supported became a little softer, so it hung on the giant bayonet. .
"How...how is it possible..."
"I forgot to say ~EbookFREE.me~ I prefer to watch a man get inserted, or... insert a man instead of being inserted by a man."
The blue eyes reflected the man spitting blood bubbles and gradually dying. The guard's number one rotten girl shook her hand. The man was thrown away from the bayonet and thrown into the air. With Silas's scream of "Into the Soul!", a high-speed armor-piercing projectile caught up with the dying man, and the high-speed rotating tungsten core projected into the anus. While using huge centrifugal force to grind the intestines, muscles, diaphragms, and flesh, while advancing unimpeded, he finally pierced through the skull and flew to the night sky. The man’s wreckage was like a broken rag, which was broken into pieces. Was scattered in the air by the shock wave and fell.
"Oh, I thought Henschel's first greeting would be a dead fat man. As a result... that man is actually quite handsome."
Looking at the blood-stained night sky, Saras shrugged his shoulders playfully, re-confirmed that there was no life reaction, carrying a gun that was larger than the human form, and the red dragon of Melionis (h) disappeared into the night. . (To be continued...)
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