Storm of Kings

Pots and pans clanged and Daying fell into a brief chaos, but soon adjusted.

After breakfast is finished, the soldiers eat first.

Li Tou waved his whip and said, "Eat fast! You'll be fully satisfied, don't hold on to yourself. That's not conducive to fighting."

There was a young man underneath while clawing and pulling food while muttering: "Heh, I would rather be a satiated ghost than a starved ghost. The fighting outside is fierce. I heard that our first sister rushed out, and the bosses Cao and Chu also led the people. Go out. Huh, Boss Chu can't reach out. Those enemies have already lost their helmets and armor. We go out to clean up the battlefield at most. How can we work hard if we don't eat more?"

"Hey, little turtle grandson you talk a lot." Li Tou slapped the talking young man, and exhorted: "Even if you clean the battlefield, you must be careful, and run away when you run into that kind of living! You are still young , Is the hope of the Dao Palace! Watch it! Dao Master leads everyone through the wind and rain, everyone's future is limitless!"

"Li Tou, who do you say is the palace lord and Tao lord?"

Li Tou laughed heartily: "Hahaha, you know that you bastards like to play tricks! Bah, I'm not fooled, whoever is the master of the pipeline, who can lead everyone to become stronger, is our boss."

As he was talking, there was movement outside the camp, and smoke was rising from the north.

The alarm was sounded again in the camp, and suddenly there was a whistling overhead, and hundreds of goshawks swooped down.

The eagle's claws grabbed the figure suddenly, flapped its wings and flew into the air.

"Quick! Armor-piercing bullet! Grandma's, the sniper is aiming!"

"Bang bang bang..." Dozens of smoke spread, and the armor-piercing projectile specially used to deal with monsters shot out a cloud of blood mist!

Some figures slammed to the ground, while others were taken to the sky.

"Enemy attack! Damn, the enemy is here again. This morning is really good enough to not let Grandpa have a full meal." The screams of squalls above his head were the hapless ones who were caught by the goshawk.

Before encountering this situation, the soldiers would observe a moment of silence, but now they have long been used to it.

In the melee, some people are always lucky, and some people are always unlucky. All you can do is to be vigilant and not let yourself be taken away by the monster.

"Go! Go to the trenches to fight. The trenches dug hard last night are useful." Li Tou waved his arms and led a group of young people into the battlefield.

A large number of enemies came outside the camp. They were the same as those before. I don't know who would come to slaughter the fat sheep. The result was a completely iron rhythm.

Almost at the same time, a few more people arrived, many people were bold, and several people began to encircle the camp.

The battlefield was full of bullets and fell into a thrilling chaos.

Cao Hongbin and Chu Tianxiong took everyone to do daily training, and the benefits gradually became apparent. Many fighters learned to identify positions by listening to them, and they could always avoid risks at critical moments.

This ability of listening and distinguishing position comes from Xuxuan Zi Zen Kungfu, which is the basic Zen Kungfu, which was passed down by Zhou Lie ten years ago.

Normally, the power of this skill cannot be highlighted. When it is fully realized between life and death, it immediately functions as a blessing to the soul. If there are divine assistance to avoid risks, there are already no less than a thousand people in the legion who can magically make shots.

The wolf cavalry moved, rolled up the dust and smoke to kill the enemy cavalry, starting a collision of iron and blood.

The reserve is always ready to supplement personnel consumption at any time.The medical team is operating at full speed. Hundreds of highly qualified doctors are rescuing the dying and healing the wounded. Their presence is somewhat of a comfort to the soldiers.

There are too many enemies here today. Obviously, they are here for the purpose of human tactics, so when they can't cope with the coming, women who are physically strong will also go to the battlefield.

Those enemies became more awkward as they fought, because the Dao Palace army was dealing with monster attacks all the time these days, and their cooperation had been honed to be quite proficient, and they were tempered in this large-scale battle.

After the initial tension and confusion, everyone quickly became orderly, and each part was playing its role.

The ancestor Shao Yong stood on a distant mountain and murmured to himself: "A grand plan of luck! There is more spirit on the army soul!"

Many evil monks gathered nearby and asked very carefully: "Boss! Do you want to go over and give him a vote?"

"No need for the time being! I'll wait and see the changes." After the ancestor Shao Yong uttered these words in a bad voice, it was like a sculpture standing on the top of a mountain. No one knew what he was looking at.

The Dao Palace army became stronger and stronger, but the enemy became more and more useless. However, the loss was so great that no one wanted to retreat, and wanted to kick through the camp gate to burn, kill, and looting.

Zhou Lie has been silent, and Lang Dingtian is too lazy to participate in this level of battle.The sisters of Prince Qin also fell silent, Tian Mengmeng controlled Anubis to stand in the front line, waiting for the seven-day appointment from Facebook.

From morning to noon, the battlefield was deadlocked.

Don't talk about ammunition on Dao Palace's side, even the arrows are exhausted.

The enemy is not getting better either. The loss of personnel has reached 30% or even more than 30%. If the loss continues, they will stop the loss and leave, otherwise the team is at risk of being disabled.

Dao Gong Daying is still like a mountain, and the disturbance from the outside seems to be unable to shake any of the big tents standing in the center of the camp, but some people do not believe in evil.

With a sharp whistle sounded, those goshawks hovering high in the sky pierced down, and when they slid the figure, it seemed like a flying arrow, bursting out a terrible sonic boom toward the camp.

Just when the enemy thought that his strategy was going to succeed, a strange scene appeared.

In the center of the camp appeared a silver halo like a heavenly gate, which could be about two hundred meters in diameter, standing on the ground and rotating at a very fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, all those goshawks disappeared without leaving a feather.

"Huh? What is this?"

The person who whistled in the secret was slightly stunned, only to hear a soft click behind him, I don't know where a leopard fell from!

Do not!It's just that the head looks like a leopard, and the body is very strange, as if stitched together from different monsters.

The big green light in the leopard’s eyes stared at him, seeming to say: "You are my prey, and the next is a wonderful hunt, why don’t you run? So that I can enjoy the pleasure of chasing. ."

"Mother! Is it a demon or a ghost?" The man whistled and ran to the road. Unexpectedly, the leopard overtook him with a forward thrust, and then the blood splashed, which was terrible.

Daying remained motionless, completely disregarding the enemies who attacked like crazy.

Several groups of people outside the camp came together, and the leaders reached a temporary joint agreement.

They are making the last fierce attack against the Dao Palace army, and they have almost invested their full combat power. If they can't attack again, then they must consider retreating.

"Li Tou! Oh, Li Tou..."

A cry suddenly came from the front of the battlefield: "Mom, Li Tau is dead! Uncle Li, Uncle, don't die!"

"Uncle you, kill!" Because an instructor died, the Dao Palace army suddenly went crazy.

The young man picked up the machete and rushed out of the trench, displaying amazing postures, not one person but a thousand people, and the tiger is out of the gate. How many people in the world can rival?