My Heroic Life

The cold light of the sword and the flying blood awakened the survival instinct of human beings. These elite apostles all understood that there was only a dead end to abandon the camp and expose the black armored cavalry. In order to survive, the apostle chiefs began to gather the remaining parts and fight back.

Fortunately, the space in the camp was limited, and the number advantage of the Black Armored Army could not be expanded. The British Army finally regained the camp gate before sunset, but paid a painful price. Nearly one-third of the casualties were killed and injured, including even the camp guards. Colonel the Apostle.

However, this was just the beginning. The tireless and fearful Black Armed Forces launched day and night attacks. The guards realized that the defense of the monsters before was probably only guarding the humble king who performed the ritual, but now they want Drive humans out of their territory completely.

The following days were nightmarish offensive and defensive battles. The camp gate became a meat grinder, and every place was filled with human blood and the black mud of monsters.

In the constant offensive, the Black Armored Army gradually appeared elite generals-level monsters. Their mystery was higher than that of the apostles but lower than the heroic spirits. Every general needed dozens of apostles and veterans to replace their lives. Gradually destroy the foundation of this army.

Originally, this was the pursuit force after the victory of the 11th Border War. Many of the troops were recruits who went to the battlefield to experience the atmosphere with a downwind stick for the first time. It is good that these recruits are led by veterans in this sinister situation. Now that there are fewer and fewer veterans, more and more people are starting to feel at a loss.

"Why don't we retreat?"

"Retreat? The enemy has cavalry. Would you let us abandon the wilderness on the bunker, stupid?"

"Then what do you say!"

There was another dispute not far away, but no one stopped it. By the way, Captain Simon had already died in the battle. Who will take over?Maybe it's dead too.

Steve thought about this numbly, and took a sip of water into his mouth, and the cool liquid swept across his dry throat to make him awake a little.

There are still six hours before the change of defense.

He looked up desperately at the faint sky. The last attack happened an hour ago. In that battle, he chopped off the heads of seven enemies. He flinched from ambushing in the grass a few days ago. The recruit egg is a world of difference.

Steve knows that he has become stronger. Maybe it is the potential inspired by the cruel battle, maybe it is the tempering between life and death, or it may be... the slowly rising magic power in his body.

The tide of magic is a catastrophe that the apostles know more or less about, but now, everyone is silent about it.

It's okay if this is just an abnormality similar to the magic tide, but what if it is really the magic tide?Civilization is about to fall, how many frontline fighters in the demon realm will survive?

Steve thought of his mother living alone at home, of his favorite girl in the bakery at the door, and the old housekeeper in the backyard. If civilization really falls, the families of the front-line apostles should be the first to arrange to evacuate.

very good.

Thinking of the familiar streets and scenery of his hometown, he gradually felt sleepy, and the next moment, the whistle horn and the shouting of his companions woke him up.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Steve opened his eyes and rolled over, and ran toward the front camp gate like a rabbit. The other soldiers did the same. From the sky, black spots gathered from all directions to the bunker behind the camp gate. They lined up. Array, check weapons.

At Steve's position, he could see a black team approaching quickly against the afterglow of the setting sun not far away. It was an infantry regiment. The center of the silently advancing team was a dark siege hammer.

Although the wooden camp door reluctantly grew out after an hour's interval, Steve knew that the fragile door couldn't stand the hammer at all, and a bloody battle was bound to come.

The course of the battle seemed bleak to Steve.

With limited long-range interference, the Black Armored Siege Hammer broke the door, the first wave of confrontation behind the door, followed by the tug of war in the complex bunker.

Muddy blood splashed on his face, and Steve roared and kicked away the corpse hanging on the tip of the sword. He gasped and looked around, and stabbed a black armour who had fallen to his comrades with a sword. Back heart.

How long has the battle lasted?Steve didn't know, he only knew that his arm was swollen and numb, his lungs were like a piece of coke, and every breath was a torment.

He looked ahead. At the camp gate, the corpses were piled up like a hill. The monsters in black armor were mixed with the corpses of his comrades, and they seemed to be fighting to death.

Outside the camp, there was an elite general of the Black Armored Army armed with a spear. He did not choose to attack the enemy line now, but was waiting, waiting for himself and his comrades to be exhausted.

Steve sighed numbly. He already understood that this place might soon become his own burial place.

There is no sadness, no fear, he is too tired, so tired that there is almost no emotion, but the streets of his hometown and the figure of his mother began to float in his mind again.

Unfortunately, I can't go back.

He looked at the comrades beside him, the young knights nodded to each other, raised their shields and rushed forward, at least before they died, to retake the camp gate!

The knights began to charge their lives, and in the dark night outside the camp, four stars like rays of light rushed out of the forest and rose slowly.

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Chapter 85 The Smoke of Counterattack (2/5)

Four rays of light bloomed in the dark night, plowing the black earth.

The first to spot them was the soldier in the observation deck. He numbly looked at the fierce battle below, but was attracted by the light in the afterglow.

He turned his head and watched the little light gradually widen his eyes, teardrops dripping, he stretched out his trembling hand and banged the alarm bell frantically, hoarse shouts spread throughout half of the camp.

"Heroic! Heroic!"

Steve paused forward and turned to look at his comrades beside him.

"what?"

"He said Heroic Spirit!"

"Heroic? Where is it?"

At the next moment, the horses passing by the camp gate answered his question. The bright armor, blue battle dress and cloak were so familiar. The king of knights came on his horse, and the invisible holy sword came out, and The black armor general at the door passed by.

People and horses traveled more than ten meters, blood splattered, and the black armored generals were divided into two.

"It's the king!"

"The king is back!"

Steve was stunned by the situation in front of him. The invincible black-clad general did not walk down in front of the king for a round. The joy of regaining a new life made him stunned for a while, and the good news in his ears continued. One came.

"It's Ching Mordred!"

"How come there is Lord Lancelot?"

"The court magician Merlin is also here!"

The exclamation of the crowd behind him came one after another, and Steve suddenly thought of a question when he was happy.

Why is that knight of the round table gone?

——

Altria placed Merlin in front of the camp, and continued to gallop.

The Flower Magician knew that it was not his strong point to charge into battle. He raised the heavy wooden staff and shook the calling spirit. The light spirits from all directions were summoned, emitting light to illuminate the earth.

"Soldiers, now, cooperate with the king to attack!"

Merlin turned his head and called the soldiers in the camp. The morale of the British army filed out, cooperating with the three heroes who disrupted the enemy's line to charge.