My Empire

The first bullet on the chain was on top of the gun, and some became successful. The first bullet rushed out of the gun of the Mark heavy machine gun, rushed to the target of 30 meters from the muzzle.

That is already very close to the target, and it is a crowd of dense Ma Ma, does not need to be aimed at all. Heavy machine guns have appeared in history, and the human slaughter is at least twice.

"Sudden rush!" The gunshots of the ups and downs of the donkey have made noisy battlefields, and they are still very comfortable, and they have become clear as these coherent guns.

It is just a moment, and the bullet sweeps into the Arrant soldiers who stands into a row. The teams they stand too much, it seems that it is seen in the execution ground to stand in a row.

In fact, they are indeed a little less than in the executioner - I can fly a kilometer bullet, which will not be lost because of the armor of the armor, and many bullets have been in the first person. He also took over the armor of the second soldier.

Blood splashes in the crowd, spraying on the face of the late soldiers; bullets blind everywhere by metal, cutting what they encountered with inertia. One of the people followed, just ten seconds, and the Arrant's soldiers were pushed back to dozens of meters long.

It is not these soldiers to retreat, but everyone in front is no longer a state of standing. The bodies of the soldiers were still screaming, and those who have not fallen, they still struggled in the rain formed by the bullet.

Franci saw everything happened in front of him. He hooked at the long sword, and the posture of the command soldier had no changes yet, and he didn't dare to do anything. He saw his soldier as if the magic was in the same way, as if it was a ripe crop in farmland.

The storm of the bloody hurricane, spreading in the rain formed by the bullet, and suddenly destroyed all the beliefs of the Arab soldier. However, these Alante soldiers did not escape because they did not retreat.

I haven't waited for these soldiers to make a turning action. They have already been made into a sieve, because there is no traction, they can't even see the route of the bullets, this is hitting the head, looking up Falling in the ground.

At the same time that the Mark's heavy machine gun constantly spurting with a fatal fire tongue, the second heavy machine gun was pushed into this highland in the wheezing of the Allah. Then, this dead banquet has become more pleasant, cheerful and desperate.

"Sudden mushing!" Feel the vibration of the machine gun, the silent hand slammed behind the steel plate and kept changing the play to the appropriate position. Then, as if there is a magic, these bullets are sued into the guns of the machine gun, turning into a bulk shell, which is fallen to the foot of the shooter.

The shooting speed of the bullet is raised to the step of rifle can't catch up. This is a very heavy machine gun's scan speed, which can be comparable to a row and even a lingering. So when the automatic weapon appears, the trenches have become the only way to save the lives of the soldiers.

In less than a minute, the squares of the Arrant soldiers that were blocked at the gap were tied by the bullets. The whole battlefield was full of bodies, as if it was the end of the world of the devil in the religious painting.

Then, the bullet rushed into the archer who did not have a helmet without shield protection. Those young people that have begun to break, and then be played a blood cavulation, fell on the street, fell next to her companion body.

I have almost didn't give you an alive road in front of you, and the sound of the machine gun slaughter is continuous and stable. The armpit soldiers began careful of this highlights on both sides of the machine gun, and then they saw the scenes that gave themselves vomiting.

The body is pressed against one, and blood flows in the middle of the body.

Two machine guns were very tacit, and the muzzle had a hot air. In the water pipe under the muzzle, the boiling boiling sound followed by weaker. The arms of the Allahhh lifted his weapons, and the steps were walking on the body.

Because the body is too much, the people who are too thick, those who walk on meat need very carefully, there is no blood, there is still no rigid bodies, and if you don't care, the whole person will fall, then one Clothes will become red.

"See the ghost!" Pressing the long sword to board the battles, he saw his wounded, and he also saw the body of his body. However, when he climbed on the steep slope, he couldn't help but frown from his eyes.

The power of industrial weapons has just been showing a little shy look, and it is almost pushing a cruel peak in human civilization. Even if it is burned by the dragon, it is far from the bloody blood in front of him.

"Vomitation!" A soldier squatted on the side of the collapsed city wall, holding a loose brick bow against the body. He is a new soldier just on the battlefield, seeing so real victory pictures for the first time.

The sound of this new soldier has made the rest of the other soldiers, and their stomach is not comfortable. They also see the heavy machine to pour the bullets into people. Frankly said, although the result is bloody to let everyone suspect that life, the heavy machine is fired, it is really his handsome!

Nothing people's adrenaline in the swing, have walked down the slope of the stunning soldiers, starting to play the city in front of the city, it is now almost Allah Hill's trophy, this time everyone thinks so much.

After reading the scan of the heavy machine gun, no one doubted the result of this battle. The other party is impossible to pick such an attack, or say no one can live such a terrible attack!

Perhaps the army of the Magic Empire can resist the slaughter of the industrial civilization, but it is true that there is no magic of the magic empire, some are just the flesh of the Yaste Imperial.

"Ah!" When everyone felt like this is so bloody, a strong man who is full of blood is standing from a bunch of bodies. He is full of long swords full of blood, and blood has made him more unrecognizable.

This bulld man waving the long sword in his hand, like the devil in hell, shocked a few Alan Hill's throwers. But soon they came back to God - this guy in front of him is just a lucky thing, is not a horror.

Franche was finally thrown down by his own hand, and those who were thrown into his hand were made into sieves, but he was just a bit of the abdomen. This bullet gave him a boundless pain, but did not have his life.

Therefore, after the arms of Allah Hill occupied the gap, he woke up, then the stubborn old man, resolutely chose to stand up, and facing the enemy he can't overcome.

"Come! Like a man, the poor is fighting!" Franche wilywered the long sword, rushed to the front, but found that the surrounding Allah Hill throwing troops were not close to him. meaning.

Several soldiers took a long bayonet, keeping a distance to persuade him to surrender, the tone is full of sincerity: "Mr.! End! You have lost!" "Yes! Live is not easy! Don't waste your life!"

"Hey!" I spit into a bloody water from the mouth, and Franchi stepped forward, a sword broke the long army thorn that was blocked in front of him, and she shouted without her feelings: "I am Fu Lanci! Wora Warva will! Which is dare to fight with me? "

The soldiers who were angered by him were finally couldn't help. Uu reads www.uukanshu.com Suddenly explored one step forward, the bayonet of the hand is straight forward, and the speed is so sad. In the past few months, he practiced this movement of hundreds of times a day, and all the technological needs have been implanted into his muscle memory.

Even if you only have such a trick, the power of this trick is quite huge. If he faces an ordinary soldier in Yaste, the deer is not necessarily. He is facing a general, a superb old man with a sword.

On the other hand, a sword broke the opponent's military thorn. Franche's long sword is like a spirit snake to send a general to each other's shoulders. The soldier seems to be aware of the powerfulness of the other party, but he has never reacted from his surprise, he was in the long sword, and screamed with blood.

One hit the francé's momentum, and a blood is like killing God. He looked at the body of the Allah Hill soldier lying down, shouted: "But! Next! Come!"

Practice swords from small, one can even challenge the Franci of more than a dozen opponents, and no one is afraid in the melee. Looking at the entire Alante Empire, Franci's swordsman is also called one number one.

Anyway, he is now not alive, as long as it can make the opponent to fight, he has confident that more enemies. He is now not thinking about how to live, he is now thinking about how to give the soldiers under the feet.

These are young people who follow him to the last moment. He went here with them. He went to this non-return to the road. He must give these people a manner! I thought here, he slowly swept around, like the king patrol his territory.

Then he heard a sound of a tie ...