Vol 3 Chapter 1252: Little people's blood and pride

To be precise, it is not human.
Just a humanoid life.
There are two legs on each side, and the body is almost the same as the human body, but it has two heads, one red and one green, covered with long and short tentacles, and constantly wriggling.
On the red and green skin, there are a pair of copper bell eyes, no nose, only three holes, a slightly raised mouth, and a row of black-colored teeth inside.
In appearance, it is a mutated life, but there is still no magic crystal.
Zhan Pingkang feels that there are not so many strange things that he has seen in the last three years.
What are these? !
Why attack Genting's fleet? !
"￥%......&……￥#@()......" The humanoid life riding on the most powerful and tall monster said a word that Genting could not understand.
But immediately they understood.
This sentence means attack.
Those monsters who stopped moving because of this person's appearance re-signed the attack.
Except for the tallest monster in the middle, the rest were involved in this attack, and even the peripheral ones that were stationary before came here.
Obviously, these monsters intend to solve the problem in one fell swoop.
"Fight!"
"Slaughter them!"
"Everything is killed!"
"Lao Tzu's ninth-level Father has fought, and I'm afraid you little trash!"
Genting soldiers who already have a bad hunch in their hearts have launched hatred. Since it is very likely that they cannot escape today, then desperately, kill one is one.
Ordinary soldiers can do this, but Zhan Pingkang cannot. He knows the importance of caravans to Genting.
The caravan is a source of information and a transit point for many intelligences, and is a marker of many roads. Some relatively closed small forces will recognize Lu Yi and the caravan, but not necessarily Genting. In this era of unpopularity, many evolvers only recognize their faces and not their names.
If the caravan is destroyed here, then the new caravan will have to reopen the road, and all previous efforts will be in vain, but Genting is the result of Lu Yi and the people of these caravans for nearly two years.
In two years, how many people have become bones!
"Listen to my orders!" Zhan Pingkang exhausted all his strength and shouted to his surrounding companions to ensure that everyone could hear them.
"Big Banner, Saddle, Little Two, Old Card, you take your own people to protect Uncle Lu, you must run out, you must! Our caravan cannot be destroyed here, others, cover them!"
The voice was hoarse, but it was still heard by everyone.
The few people who have been named are the only six-star evolutions left in the caravan. If they all Lu Yi to break through, then Zhan Pingkang and these brothers...
"Don't be stunned, I'll be noble for a while, I think I regret it!" Seeing these men hesitated, Zhan Ping Kang became angry and shouted.
"The caravan is our hard work. In this world, we have nothing to miss. Do we have to give up our last trust? Give me a hurry, don't grind like a lady, get out. !"
Listening to Zhan Pingkang's almost roaring bleeding, many men's eyes were red, and the people who were named were followed by roaring, the banner carrying Lu Yi, and the others guarding them, facing in the direction of the stranger. Start to break through.
Others tried their best to block the enemies from all directions.
At this time, there is not so much selfishness, and some are just the most basic survival instincts of human beings. Will everyone obey orders to cover their comrades in arms? Naturally not, there are people who will prioritize their lives, but everyone knows that the more this time, if they leave the brigade, it is absolutely dead and dead. It is better to act with the brigade, maybe you can go for a luck.
In the desperate situation, the warriors of Genting broke out a powerful fighting force. They rushed to the position of the heavy truck under the attack of the monster. They had no time to untie the iron chains connected to each other. Many people rushed into the cab, as well as the cabin and the engine. The roar sounded dull.
These metal monsters started, and the rush of the monsters drove towards the front, and the other Genting Warriors became their walls, alone under the impact of the monsters.
The speed of several heavy trucks has increased. Although the bumpy road and the impact of the monsters from time to time make the body sway left and right, as if it will tip over at any time, it still rushes, and the speed is getting faster and faster.
Many people in the car cheered. These monsters are fast, but they can't compare with the endurance of heavy trucks. As long as they drag on, they can finally get rid of them.
Zhan Pingkang and others were envious of the soldiers responsible for the cover. At this moment, the hope of the companions was obviously far greater than them.
Since you can’t survive, it’s a good thing to let these brothers live for yourself.
Many people smiled relaxedly, and when their eyes fell on these monsters again, they were a little bit more determined, and there was mortal relief.
Some monsters continue to chase away the heavy trucks, and some surround these people.
"After you die, remember to straighten your waist, raise your head, and tell the people you meet below that we are dying for comrade-in-arms in the last days of cannibalism!"
Zhan Pingkang screamed at last, carrying a long sword and slaying into the monster's camp. Behind him, he followed hundreds of Genting warriors who put life and death beyond their control.
At that moment, they used their lives to interpret the blood and pride of mankind, and to interpret the bravery and style that is unique to Genting!
Everyone waved their weapons tirelessly, issued skills, and threw out the stuff at the bottom of the box.
Many monsters fell in front of them, and more soldiers died.
Twenty minutes later, only a team of less than one hundred people was surrounded by the group, and the surrounding monsters looked at them without attacking.
At some point, the enemy separated, and the humanoid life riding a giant monster came slowly, looking at these humans, the same expression appeared on both faces.
It may be ridicule, sarcasm, or disdain.
"()&%......! @&()%"
Another incomprehensible sentence.
Zhan Pingkang wiped a handful of blood from his face. His monster was bitten by the top of his head. The large scalp was gone, revealing the flesh and white skull inside.
If he was not an evolutionary, such injuries would be enough to kill him immediately.
"What's Nima talking about!" He spit blood and raised his knife.
He felt that this was the last time he raised a knife in his life, just like the day when the last days happened, he held up chalk for the last time. The difference is that that time is the end of the teacher's career, this time is the end of life.
"Slain it!"
With a roar, Zhan Pingkang was about to rush over, but no one caught him.
"At this time, are you afraid of dying?"
He turned back and scolded the man who held him.
But he didn't care about him, but stared at the back of these monsters.
Zhan Pingkang realized what he was looking at, and he was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Some liquid slipped uncontrollably from his eyes.
A red shadow with a spear, like a god, came.