Vol 3 Chapter 495: Is this TM still a soldier?

In the evening. M.
The encirclement of the rugged ground was broken, and a perimeter of more than a thousand miles has just taken shape. The similarities between the two are the siege masters, the difference is that the young commander has a stupid person, but there are beast-like characters over there, cold and cruel, without flaws ...
"Roar……"
The accident happened very suddenly. When the 20,000 soldiers of the Zichen Nine Army passed through a dangerous terrain, dozens of dark shadows burst out roaring, broke through the scouts, and immediately hit the army's neat square.
Undoubtedly, the dozens of people who are like this are all masters of the Northern Wilderness. Most of them were gathered by various tribes, and a few are wild cults. The reason for this is that the movements of the 20,000 soldiers from Ziyi were too great. Under the war, the hordes of northern hordes were regarded as nothing, and they broke in wildly.
The tribal patriarchs who have received the news still have no way to take them. Since the Battle of the Plains a few days ago, they have organized a number of containment, and the scale is larger than once, but the final results are all miserable. .
At this time, the tribal chiefs naturally dared not have any despise anymore, but no matter whether it is a single soldier, coordinated command, or exhausted brains, the strategic strategies in front of each other are like a chicken and a dog. Direct strong crush!
When the battle was this way, the tribal chiefs were completely frightened, and some were even cast out of the shadows. When the leaders went out of battle, they had no confidence to win.
But no matter how bad the situation is, they ca n’t sit by and watch the other side easily pass through the tribe. This not only involves the issue of face, but also the most important thing is that the other party ’s march line goes straight into the northern wasteland. The northern imperial imperial city behind was completely penetrated. If this happens, it will undoubtedly become a stain that will never be erased in the history of the tribe!
In this case, they had no choice but to sacrifice this strategy of decapitation. This is normal thinking. Since you ca n’t win a war, try to behead. As long as the opponent's coach is killed, the morale of this born army should have plummeted. And at this time, some barbarians began to wonder if the coach of this Blan army was Ziyi! In their impression, Bran can have this invincible and powerful world, and this is the only person ...
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The gap between the masters and the soldiers is still very large. Although the soldiers of the Ninth Army are not ordinary soldiers in the ordinary sense, they are still not one enemy in the presence of the masters of the Northern Famines in this tribe.
The gap in the middle position on the right side of the army was quickly cut out, and dozens of dark-skinned masters did not dare to neglect. They rushed in and strove to kill the Chinese army.
This army has been arrogant for a long time in the northern wasteland, but neither these masters nor the tribal chiefs have seen what the other coaches look like. Honestly, this is indeed a bit shameful ... but this will not bring much trouble to this raid, after all, it is a convention for the coach to sit in the army.
"Hurry up……"
An old man in black had to yank his head up and yell, and in a black and white space, swept across a row of soldiers in front of him. He is the most advanced and seems to be the leader of this temporary team. And often such people are also the most powerful.
The fact is almost the same. The old man in black hasn't hurt many people, but he can always lead a lot of masters behind him, and he has jumped more than ten meters in the wave of soldiers.
But at this moment, alas ... the old man's ears moved slightly. Even if the surroundings were chaotic and noisy, the master was extremely sensitive to the danger prediction. He could not turn his head and subconsciously retracted the attack.
Boom ... Boom ... Boom ...
The fire was soaring into the sky, the waves were rolling, and a few wild masters spurting blood and mist were flying out of the stubble in the sky. Pedaling, the old man constantly tumbling around in the black gas, and even taking three steps back will unload the shocked way.
Turning around, I saw that the neat attack formation had been blown out of the open space, and there were several masters moaning around, very painful. Beside them, the broken bodies of dozens of Bran soldiers were lying on their backs, some killed directly, and some seemed to have broken their trunks, but even so, under the blurry night, they could still see them slowly crawling towards the middle. Come……
"Well ..." Rao is the old man with rich experience. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help numb his scalp and took a breath.
When they came here, they also heard that the other party had a portable device that was easy to carry, but they wanted to come, as long as they quickly broke into the other party's crowd, this large-scale killing weapon should be useless. But the cruel scene in front of them undoubtedly shows that the other party doesn't care about these at all. As long as they can kill them, even if there are more people around them, they will aim the muzzle over without hesitation!
What's more shocking is that the soldiers who were used by their companions as cannon fodder have not changed. The soldiers in the back still rushed forward, even though the soldiers in front of them had to crawl over and bite themselves ...
"True lunatic!" The old man looked so pale and couldn't help yelling. Then his thoughts turned sharply. Frowning slightly, he decisively ordered, "Spread apart, spread apart. The three are in a group and move on."
No doubt this is purely helpless. The scattered teams are naturally not as powerful as the previous attacks when they gathered together, and the war has never been a game in which a single person can determine the outcome. In the face of this crowd strategy, once they are dispersed, they are likely to face division and hang , No matter how high the strength is useless.
But this old man has no way. Even if he knows that this is likely to be the other party's scheme, he can only choose this order. After all, watching the crazy performance of these Bran soldiers, he has no doubt that if they don't spread out again, the other party will bombard one after another! If it is endured, the losses will only be greater!
Immediately after the order was given, although the masters of the Northern Wilderness also knew that the move was dangerous, they were still busy scattered and retreated, lest they be bombarded again.
Sure enough, after the masters of the barbarians dispersed, the sound of shelling no longer sounded. But at the same time, the assault team composed of three masters also lost the previous edge. Under the accumulation of people, although the strength is still strong, but the momentum can not help but slow down.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Among them, there is a small team of three people who are still leaping into the sky, turning into black and white into various forms of evil and evil forms of Warcraft.
The head of the old man in black was the former. On both sides of his side, two gloomy middle-aged barbarians were also of high strength. Strong and strong teamed up and rushed left and right, it was like entering a land without people. Of course, this is why they didn't hurt anyone, but just kept exposing the black gas peculiar to the barbaric cult, which directly shocked all the soldiers around them.
The killing rose, and the old man in black raised his head and screamed: "Roar ... Bran, you dare to come out for a fight! Come out for a fight ..."
Needless to say, this is naturally a drastic measure. Advancing so far, not only the soldiers in the dark armors but also the soldiers in the dark armors, even ordinary officers could not tell, let alone find the other coach, how can this not let the old man worry.
The long howling echoed over the battlefield, but no one responded. When the old man saw his face sinking, he shouted again, "Haha, don't you dare? I thought you were still a character ..."
The words did not fall, stunned, boomed ... the violent explosion came again.
"Uh?" The old man in black suddenly hesitated, and turned around arrogantly, and suddenly there was a huge open space not far from the left. The previous three masters, one of which was completely unrecognizable, smoked all over the body, like a block. Coke. The other two were not dead, but their hands and feet were broken to varying degrees. They lay down on the ground with a blank expression, and never looked back.
In this case, such a state is undoubtedly arbitrary. Several Bran soldiers came quickly, looking indifferent, and waving swords at the heads of the two men ... The black gas in their hands moved, and then they fell silent. After all, the old man in black did not choose to rescue, his eyes were lowered, just considering whether this was What's the matter?
In this case, the other party dare to bombard? does it worth? And even then, how could it be so accurate ...
Before waiting for the old man in black to think about it, his brows frowned slightly, and he blew out black gas, bang, and a sneak attack soldier was directly shocked to fly out. Immediately, Boom ... The waves were mad, and the old man in black who was caught off guard was suddenly a puppet, and was almost immediately taken off.
"This ..." Hold steady, the old man in black turned his head to look at the fire in the air, opened his mouth, and there was a chill in his body. What kind of fire group is that? It should be the soldier he just swept out casually!
Normal soldiers are unlikely to explode unless something is on their body. Combined with the three North Wild masters who were just killed and bombarded just now, everything is naturally self-evident-these soldiers turned out to be TM with explosive crystals! !! !!
Thinking of this, the old man in black couldn't help getting cold all over the body. Soldiers are not dead men, but these soldiers do more thorough than dead men!
At that moment, in the noise of chaos ... a few soldiers staggered through between the two middle-aged barbarians, who were also stingy, and put their shoulders on each other, looking calm and indifferent.
"Get off!" Rao, the old man in black who had seen the big scenes, couldn't help but be stunned. He roared, and the thick black gas poured out violently, radiating in a large area.
Boom ... Boom ... Boom ...
"Hmm ..." In the violent explosion, the old man in black spurted blood mist and was taken off unconsciously. When my eyes were shaking, I saw that the two companions who had a slow response were swallowed up directly by the explosion wave, and there was no figure.
Is this TM still a soldier?
Bang ... fall to the ground, the body hurts a lot, rolling several times in a row. The old man in black swallowed up the throat, and he did not dare to neglect, so he just rose up, lest he be entangled by the soldiers around him.
But as soon as he lifted his eyes, his body couldn't help but be shocked. In the middle of this fierce battlefield, there was an empty space without any soldiers. Some were only a few meters away from the Bran people sitting on wooden chairs and wearing lavender armor. And, the appearance of the demon ... Slightly familiar!
Like a ghost, the old man in black became instantly terrified: "Zhizi Zizi Zizi ... Ziyi!"
"Hi!" Waved his hand ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Zi Yi greeted with a bland expression, then pressed down with the palm of his hand, a magnificent purple mountain bloomed like a mysterious ancient galaxy, swirling and flowing freely .
The poor old man in black with great strength managed to see the Lord, but was hit directly by the purple awns between the gods, spit blood, half collapsed, and flew straight to the lively battlefield, seeing no life.
"Cough ..." Zimang was now harvesting, but instantly, the open space fell into the deep night again, leaving only the man in the chair to cover his mouth and cough.
I believe that if Tang En is here, he will definitely find that Ziyi has changed a lot from before. At this time, his lips have completely turned into a thick purple color. His pale face was also a little dull, which is entangled death. , Which means that the limit is approaching ...
"Cough ... huh ..." Half a ring, reflecting the short flickers of light from time to time, Ziyi finally suppressed the cough, slowly and slowly, looking up at the northern night sky, the corners of his mouth rose, "Oh, for so many years ... since you don't want to see me, let me go to you ... just hope that time is enough, it's enough ... "
………… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe, give rewards, and your support is my greatest motivation.)