Chapter 1342: Brave bully

After the chariot troops of the Sun God were eliminated, the Sun God Kingdom was not completely crushed, on the contrary, it was extremely angry, united with one heart, and planned to smash to the end.
Amal Stoudemire stood on the city and roared angrily: "You bastards, I will definitely not let you go, I will fight you to the end."
After Zhao Yiming stood behind and saw it, his heart was also very angry, but considering that he still needed the warriors and cowards, persuading the warriors to surrender the Kingdom of God, he could not move them for the time being.
They had to order the others to continue the offensive. After receiving his order, the western cannon fodder battalions launched a tidal offensive against Phoenix City.
However, Phoenix City is really united. Everyone resisted desperately there. Various weapons rained down, and everyone was beaten.
Facing the people who were constantly killed and wounded, the Eastern Protoss really didn't mean anything at all, and they continued to rush forward. Only the dead Westerners are good Westerners.
Phoenix City is not actually a male city. It has its shortcomings in all aspects, especially the height and thickness of the city wall.
In the face of this tide of offensive, the city wall was immediately lost, and the other side soon attacked the city head, but they were still there still shouting to kill the enemy bravely.
Many people yelled and hugged their opponents, jumped off the wall, and died together with their opponents, but this kind of unequal consumption made their pressure even heavier.
Amal Stoudemire roared angrily there, with a solar halberd in his hand, constantly beheading his opponent, and his subordinates were also very welcome.
The two sides killed the sun and the moon without light, and the blood dyed the sun red. This kind of desperate fight has greatly weakened the morale of the cannon fodder camp.
Zhao Yiming constantly felt the changes in air luck in the air. At this moment, it was really weird. Qi luck cooked like boiling water, but it was more like a glimpse.
Klay Thompson and Demond Green looked at each other again, immediately organized a shooting team, and shot another wild shot at the city. Anyway, they were all descending soldiers. It didn't matter if they died.
In many cases, this kind of indiscriminate attack that exterminates humanity can achieve excellent results. The people who fought in the city head immediately fell under the rain of arrows, and most of them were their own people.
Mike Williams, Amal Stoudemire's subordinate, was full of anger, waved the knight sword in his hand, and killed him in the direction of the marksman team.
Facing the bow and arrow that came out of thin air, he still gritted his teeth, and was soon shot like a hedgehog, but the speed of the charge did not change.
Demond Green saw that he was wounded and felt that he could take advantage of it, so he greeted the opponent, and then he was the most skilled slapstick kick.
Mike Williams was also determined to die, allowing the opponent to kick himself into pieces, and the long sword in his hand also pierced the opponent's heart.
When Davin Reid and Teck Yunas saw their brother being killed, they were also full of anger, and their eyes were about to split. At the same time, they waved the knight's gun and rushed towards here.
However, the shooting team was prepared this time, and they all fired bows and arrows with attributes. One of the two people in the two layers of ice and fire was frozen into ice and one was turned into ashes.
Amal Stoudemire looked heartbroken, but still gritted his teeth and led his men into Phoenix City to fight on the streets.
Those cannon fodder camps killed them, and they were very cruel to their own people, as if they weren't Western allies at all, they were just like pigs and dogs.
Moreover, they are definitely chickens and dogs. They kill all men, women, old and children. Even children of a few months will be cut in half.
However, street fighting is indeed cruel, and the cannon fodder camp has always paid a huge price, often sacrificing a dozen people, in exchange for the other party.
But their biggest advantage is the large number of people. Even with such a war damage ratio, they still have the absolute upper hand, and they won't give the opponent any chance at all.
Amal Stoudemire guarded the palace with the remaining men, intending to use it to carry out the final resistance. Now his men are almost dead.
The cannon fodder battalion surrounded the place. Jordan Clarkson, the surrender of the Lakers Kingdom of God, looked at him and shook his head and said: "You deserve to be the famous little overlord back then. You have done your best now.
This time the defeat is due to the destiny, not manpower can resist, it can be said that it is a crime of war or not, you might as well surrender, the adults will treat you well.
Just like General Marshal Duncan of Stone Buddha, now he has established his roots in the world. He is the of war in the West and enjoys the incense of the people. You can go to him to be a general. "
Amal Stoudemire said with a long and heroic smile: "There are only you Huren and the Kingdom of God, and you still maintain the aristocratic confidence, and everything else is just rubbish.
We are the descendants of the sun god, we will only fight to death and will not surrender. Now my brothers have already gone. What's the point of staying by ourselves? Come on whoever is not afraid of death! "
Sean Livingston of the Warriors saw that the opponent was exhausted and felt that this was a good opportunity to pick up the bargain. He immediately waved the cross sword in his hand, roared and charged up.
Amal Stoudemire glanced at him with disdain, and the sun halberd in his hand suddenly swung out, and everyone felt a round of tomorrow rising, and Sean Livingston melted like ice and snow.
After the attack, Amal Stoudemire spit out a mouthful of blood, and his own injuries were also very serious, and this once again affected his wounds.
Another dastardly fellow in the Warriors, David West, felt that his chance was really here this time. He took the warhammer in his hand, roared and rushed out.
Amal Stoudemire looked at the opponent with a hammer hit, with a look of disdain on his face, the sun halberd raised up, and immediately picked the hammer aside, then the sun halberd swung it and chopped it on the opponent's neck on.
This guy is like a revolving lantern, killing more than a dozen gods in a row, but his injuries are getting heavier and heavier, and finally he stands the sun god's halberd to support his body.
Jordan Clarkson came to him slowly, first paid a respectful salute, then waved the sword in his hand and chopped off one of his six sun leaders.
Zhao Yiming came from a distance at this time and said to Jordan Clarkson: "This is a respectable opponent. He sewed up his head and buried it heavily.
I will inform the undead world and take more care of him. I hope that in the future he can return to the position of God and be used by my eldest brother then. Clean the battlefield! "