Limit Breaker

I'll take my eyes off Kurdish Independent story for a moment.

A few days later, Kurdish Independents, who came back to transport supplies, were stunned by the sudden destruction of the base in Samtae Pole.

They were shocked by the fact that they could no longer receive the weapon of the Three Taipei Pole, which led them to victory, and even the Syrian commander could not overcome the loss and even the symptoms of depression.

Syric tried to keep this as secret as possible, but eventually it was passed on to Kurdish Independents from all over, causing them to become demoralized.

Suddenly, Turkey defeated Kurdish Independents in a massive aggression, confirming Kurdish Independents were demoralized and gaining a piece of their weapon drawn by the trident.

They also entered the investigation in shock at Kurdish Independent's processing weapon performance, but the investigation returned to its failure.

Syrian and Turkish governments, who have captured Qiuze's AK-47, have taken advantage of their weapons' capabilities to drive out Kurdish invaders.

Two of Qiu's power suits acted on both sides of Turkey and Syria, but they were forced to retreat without overcoming the quantity, and those returned to Kurdistan were able to close off the advantages of the terrain with guerrilla operations.

In the end, those who failed Kurdish independence had to sneak into the shadows with considerable damage, and were declared to be real terrorists in Turkey, Iraq and Syria.

Whether they knew what was going on, the group continued to move west in Iraq for several days, occasionally confirming the reconnaissance's status, killing Iraqi terrorists or American troops regardless.

Slaves did not understand why they would have to kill Iraqi terrorist scouts, rather than cooperate.

"If they tell us, will the Iraqi terrorists pick up a welcome picket or a magic wand from Allan (RPG-7)?"

That solved everything.

Pericia also shared similar opinions with Jin Woo.

If you see an unidentified party, it means that if they are armed with weapons and oppression rather than talk, it is the terrorist way to greet them with a surprise attack.

I know it's a little extreme, but if you wanted to solve things through negotiations or conversations in the first place, you wouldn't have become a terrorist.

After all, the first group to continue their journey and arrive in western Iraq was a small village of 50-60 people, unlikely to have anything to do with the Eagle Eagle rising over the desert.

Whether it was a small market town built to be used as a middle place rather than farming or something, there were merchants and camels or ponies carrying things below the tent.

Jinwoo's group, who saw it from a distance, hides the vehicle over the dunes and checks the town's status with a pre-prepared telescope.

"Hmmm! It doesn't seem to have anything to do with war, but it's a town with a sense of fate."

Noah, who can easily read your atmosphere as a mercenary, said the first thing.

For reference, all of them ignored the desert heat (even though the desert sun was hot, the hottest was the heat rising on the hot sand) thanks to the cool inside of their bodies.

"Some of them may be related to terrorists."

According to Perisha, there must be at least five or six terrorist officials hiding among them.

"But, my lord, Now, may I ask how you're going to make contact with an Iraqi terrorist?"

Ferrissa, who was silent until now, asked him what he had in mind because she thought she had an idea.

"This time I'm going to be 'a little' coercive."

A few words, and I'm sure I'll satisfy any terrorist I see.

Now, it was the part where all slaves felt that the word 'a little' was meant to be used slowly and neatly, 'right' differs from situation to situation, but it was meant to be enjoyed as much as possible in relaxation and handled as quickly as possible in an emergency.

"Isn't the way Kurdish Independents hold hands pretty steady?"

Crafts an over-technology weapon to poison it and then makes it give up Saladin's Legacy.

At first, Pericia herself was a bit of a loner, but now she has a heavy position when she realizes how effective Jinwoo's drug addiction strategy is.

"I came here on purpose because I had no idea what the information about Saladin's legacy was or what it looked like. On the contrary, right now, if we just find this, it's game three."

Then Jinwoo clapped his other palm, following the shape on the panel on the back of his hand.

"Clearly. Destroy the base one by one through the torture and you'll be able to find your stronghold."

As if from a former gang of evil, Perisha was secretly thinking of various ways of torture in her mind when she said to herself, 'Get facts from others = torture.' It's just...

"I'm sorry, but that torture is on me, man."

The problem is that Jinwoo, who enjoys the pain of others, obviously does not suck the honey of torture.

"Riellus."

"Yes."

"You haven't been playing properly, have you?"

"Hehe... Do I just have to deal with them?" "

With a cruel temper, Riellus acknowledged his true colors as a superior species to himself and a male dominating the females, so he was only silent in front of him, filled with the idea of how to tear his enemies apart at all times and how to be as fun as possible.

"A day."

"?"

"I'll give you a day. Take care of those guys over there first, then play around for a day. I don't care if you fight the Americans, I don't care if you fight the civilians, I don't care if you fight terrorists. Instead, catch some pretty high-profile terrorists alive. The same goes for all of you. Bring your food and water around all day."

After sitting in the car for three days, I gave the slaves the opportunity to relax as much as I wanted and the effect of two birds to show their overwhelming power against terrorists.

"I'll go first, then."

After finishing his horse, Riellus returns to his original form with the sound of clumping flesh and bones, and quickly digs a hole through the desert with his legs.

Once inside, she continued digging through the sand and began to move toward the village, plucking away from the center of the town! I started slaughtering humans who were close at a glance as they came out.

"Gaaaah!"

"Ahhhh!"

Tatattan--!

Along with a mix of screams of women and men, terrorists disguised as civilians counteracted when they pulled out the AK-47, but only to the extent that they could not scratch the thick shell of Riellus.

The sound of people screaming was loud, but the slaves who were ordered to run around for a day by Jinwoo were focused on sharing food and water.

"Oh wait! Don't everyone just pick something delicious!"

"It'll be... delicious if you eat the races, too, sis."

"Don't talk nonsense about a blurry subject!"

As Ycilia, the highest ranked, first got rid of everything else, a fight broke out between those who wanted to take over something tasty.

After escaping such a fight, Iscilia gracefully walks out, sits on a dune and approaches a group watching the Riellus massacre.

"It's definitely a good warm-up since we have to fight without you in the battle ahead."

"I can't carry you around lovingly all the time. I'll be playing internationally after I acquire Saladin's Legacy, so you'll have to fight against high-level abilities without me."

It is a kind of combat training that has allowed them to do whatever they want for a day.

You've been around so far, but in the future, you'll have to work with your colleagues to solve the challenges.

"Don't worry, they just seem relatively weak with you, all experts in their field."

Then she knelt on her knees slightly, twisting the neck of Jinwoo, and Jinwoo gently hugged her back head and mixed each other's tongues for a few seconds.

"Have a good trip. Don't get hurt."

"Don't worry."

On her lips, she smiled and rose up again, approaching the successors who had just distributed the food.

Shortly thereafter, Isilia and Perisha joined forces, and Noah, Iris and Harin joined forces, destroying the villagers in an instant during the time of rationing and teaming, and taking into account the direction of Riellus heading somewhere, they set off in different directions.

They also realized that they would have to keep their hands and feet on each other, so they seemed to have formed a team appropriately by distributing experience and combat strength.

"Bye!"

"Don't skip meals!"

The slaves flew in different directions as they left word after word, and the snow that was left alone shook their asses.

"Hmm... I should have left one in order."

It was always buzzing around. Suddenly, it was quiet, so I had regrets and emptiness that I thought I would share.

Hundreds of times better is the blasphemy that hates him and the noisy place that cries out, but he, who systematically hates quiet places, moved to fortify a village that he once tasted again and destroyed.

A short distance away, the truck and humvee jumped at one speed and dropped into the center of the town, destroyed by a sudden giant spider monster, and all of the vehicles began to build a sentry gun that would be used as a shield wall and alarm for the truck's materials.

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And now, all of a sudden, there's a shooter flashing up there. In the past, after a long night's sleep, you can always check that there are about 10 sailors up there. When you posted yesterday and checked today, there are almost 50 to 60 selected?

Are you sure someone is suddenly digging a trap to tear down the artist's mantle with a thousand units?!

You cruel bastards! No matter how perverted I am, even the readers' traps are so perverted!!