Immortal Devil Transformation

The fierce and wild gesture of the black archer emitted an astonishing force that had slightly disillusioned the cynomolgus mustard that had fought for five years in the Blackwater Place of White Mountain, yet he did what he had to do immediately.

“O!”

“Shoot!”

Two of the simplest bytes sprayed thin from his chest and throat with iron blood and hot breath, all the soldiers who could not breathe followed his orders with strong will for the first time, and no more detailed instructions were required. All the soldiers with shields gathered in the front row in an instant, after which all the archers pulled open the bowstrings desperately and applied them towards the back of the arrows in black.

A bald-headed cave was then stuck with black arrows and struck the ground in the final roar.

These sideline arrows, sharpened in the life and death fields, also show arrow skills far beyond the average local town guard at this moment.

Soaring arrow rain and the fall of the first few caves have not yet been able to wash them up, and then the more powerful the caves are stagnant, yet at this moment, the eyes of all of us instantly solidify.

The black archer's feet slipped to the ground in a stronger position, and his whole person jumped in the air, while his whole body turned around and the whole person stagnated slightly in the air.

Just one of these slight lags, and the long bow in his hand has fired two arrows in a row.

With a gaping axe in his hand, a sharp shock struck his body in the front hole, reaching down to his throat.

The first arrow of the black arrow slammed hard into his throat, while the second arrow pierced his palm, clamping him to his own throat and nailing him to his throat.

The black archer landed, only his knees were slightly heavier, counteracting the impact of the high jump and holding steady.

The palm of his hand was crucified by a hole in his throat.

With all kinds of weapons in their hands behind them, their muscles burst high like rocks, and their white-sprayed holes were all slight for a moment, not out of fear of death, but because of the fierceness of the black archer.

This slight pause gave the black archers and the Rangers some valuable time.

This old bunker, which is situated on an unnamed hill in the mountains of the sheep's tip, has been abandoned for many years. The rough rock crevices have been filled with tiny vines. The wooden ladder and platform leading inside to the upper arrow holes have been completely damaged. Many of the collapsed wood bars, as well as the shrubs and stones used at the time, have been piled up in the middle of the bunker. The door holes, which were supposed to allow only two people to enter and exit side by side, were not known to be struck by any attack wall heavy objects and severely damaged. When the previous rangers passed by, it was a five or six person side width, more than one person tall flat long gap, exposing almost all the front of the bunker. Although they feared that the building would become an obvious target or that the cave would remain here to attract them, they dared not dwell in it at night, but under the advice of Kang Qianjie, they spent a lot of time building it up with rocks and solid soil with big wood, blocking the bottom of the gap, so that the gap is now only about four or five people wide, only about half the height, in case the attack is invincible, they can still hold back, I didn't think it was actually used.

And from the old cave barbarian team that broke their way back, these heads were supposed to be dumb, and there was no tactical strategy to say anything about the cave barbarbaric, but it was really taken into account in this abandoned building, which was one of their natural decoys.

“O!”

Looking at the arrows in black, more than a dozen steps away from his own array, Simple Mustard issued yet another simple order.

All the sergeants quickly retreated into the building behind them, and a dozen shielded sergeants lined up in two squads, blocking the door gap.

Kneeling on one knee, the front sergeant crushed a concave hole on the ground with his back sole of his foot, his hands holding a shield, and his shoulders on top of the shield.

The sergeant in the rear bowed slightly, holding a shield with his hands like a sliding door, and clamped the shield over the shield below, leaving only a leaping gap for the last black archer.

Without any hesitation, the black archer flew a few steps past the average man's distance of more than ten steps, tapping on the shield in the lower row and leaping into the old building from the gap of the upper shield.

The shield behind him suddenly closed, and almost all the rest of the sergeants went up. Some of the sergeants were as supportive as two platoons of sergeants holding the shield, while others, with long blades such as spears, held the gunshot spears in a position of constant force after some clearance between the shields.

This defensive stance stems from the experience of bloodstaining.

Together, it is possible to face the astonishing strength of the opponents of Cave Barbara to survive, making unconditional execution of the military order become infiltrated into the bones of Yunqin's elite armies.

……

The most frightening thing about caves is their barbaric energy and extreme endurance.

With the assurance of sufficient strength and endurance, the adult point where the muscles of the thigh reach a point where even the legs do not seem to fit together will not affect the speed of their impulse in a short period of time, even on slopes that exceed the 45-degree angle.

And in the decades of confrontation with the powerful army of Yunqin, they are not the ones who have not seen powerful practitioners, nor have they killed powerful practitioners.

So the black arrows just stalled them for a few breaths for their deterrence.

Simple mustard has not even had time to talk to the black archers who jumped close to themselves and breathed heavily like an aspirator box. Even inside the pitch-black building, the black archers' clothes and long bows in their hands have not been completely seen, and the hard stone underneath them has trembled.

A famous brown, bronze-colored hole rises from the horizon and appears in the sight of a shield crevice.

“Ho!”

In an eardrum buzzing roar, a famous man swung out his weapon's hole like a wave head formed by a blue boulder and struck a sinking black shield array.

The black archer's intense wheeze paused for him.

Even when psychologically prepared, the noise was dull and loud, with the feeling that his heart would have to be tightened and then ejected from his mouth.

A muffled grunt and a suppressed drink rang around him.

The first platoon of single-kneeled sergeants and those behind them who were dying to push their feet and the dirt beneath their feet also made a heartbreaking friction.

A piece of shield is unstoppable and subtle, revealing many voids.

“Kill!”

Yet at this moment when the black shield array like the black embankment seemed to be about to be crushed by the blue waves, all the sergeants holding the spears breathed and waiting behind them, all made an unimaginable whistle, exhausting all their strength and stabbing the spears in their hands out of the space of the shield.

A few spears disappeared, but most spears were stabbed in the flesh.

The weight of the other party and the impact of the rush made the sergeant wrapped around the cloth's palm a little unable to grasp the spear rod, but the sergeant stiffened up with his chest, dead against the tail of the rod sliding backwards, until he penetrated deep into the other party, the resistance slightly decreased, and the sergeant pulled back the spear again.

“Pfft!” “Pfft!” “Pfft!”...

A piece of blood spilled on the black shield, many on the shielded sergeant's body and face, but these shielded sergeants ignored it completely and still only used their full body strength to hold the shield in front of them.

Every adult cave warrior is equivalent to half a practitioner, so even practitioners who fall into a pile of caves surrounded by barbarity will be killed alive, so even if the black archers must be practitioners, all sergeants are well aware that this gap can be guarded, regarding the lives of all of them.

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No one fears war.

In the full stabbing of gun spears, the bloody cave fell down, and the black shield array rose and fell like a wheat wave, but still stood.

More than a dozen caves have fallen in front of this cold black embankment, plus a cave barbarbaric team of six or seven throwers who died earlier, as well as several caves that were shot under this hill. There are more than 25 caves that have died here!

This is an extraordinarily proud achievement compared to the sheep's Tsim Tian Mountain Ranching Army, which this time sent only 49 sergeants.

Because the Rancher Army cannot be compared to a positive main force such as the Pioneer and Regular Barracks in terms of armaments with no strong armament assistance at all, such as heavy armor and crossbows through walls.

Even formed armies such as Pioneer and Regular Barracks have an absolute advantage only if the number of people on both sides is more than four to one.

But there was no joy in the eyes of these sergeants in all the bunkers, except the mighty cold light of death.

Because of the number of caves, there must be more than 100 people!

A giant tree suddenly rose on this hillside, causing all the sergeants' pupils to contract sharply again.

Six or seven caves, carrying a large tree that they had cut down, appeared in their sight.

Even the fork leaves have not been cut off, but from the barbaric action of these holes, everyone understands that these holes are meant to be used as siege trucks carrying this great tree!

How could they have been able to withstand the impact of these barbarian blades and bodies, the shield formation that they formed, when they were near their limits?

“On the count of three, give way! ”

At this point, all the sergeants heard the voice of the arrow in black in the rear.

Once again, they could not resist a wild roar, when they saw the black archer standing behind them, holding a stone strip of at least 200 kg in his hands. Next to him, there were two of these stone strips.

“One, two...” The arrows in black have begun to make noise counts.