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The densely packed bullets were intertwined into a firepower covering net, completely covering the Sifang City Gate. What is frightening is that there are still snipers lurking around.

The people behind saw that the robe in front had just rushed out of the city gate, and before they saw the shadow of the enemy, they died directly to the end.

It is as if the god of death is cutting life, but everything shined by the sun and the moon is the breath of death.

at last,

The army in the rear dared not continue to rush forward. They were trembling. Among them, many people dropped their weapons on the ground and burst into tears.

In the face of this powerful firepower oppression, cold weapons, where is the opponent of hot weapons?

Don't say I went to war, I couldn't even touch the hair of the enemy's legs. Instead, I lost my name for no reason. I didn't know the power of the place at first.

But with the increase in the number of deaths, the corpses are outside and the mountains are piled up. Who dares to shout?

Are all people,

Is it bad to be alive?

Who wants to die?

And haven’t you seen it? The local coach has already rushed out. The white suit wins snow, the bright armor is there, under the shining of the morning sun, dazzling eyes, like the god of war, wherever he goes, there is no gunshot. People die.

It seems that if he takes a look, his life will be cut off.

Collapsed.

They collapsed completely.

Morale is actually that simple. Once the morale is destroyed, the remaining people, even if they are full of enthusiasm, will start to escape under the lead of their colleagues.

just,

At the moment, Hulme County is fully covered by howitzers. The fire inside has already started a prairie fire. Even if you stand at the gate of the city, you can feel the billowing heat waves coming from the city, and even your hair is beginning to bend.

At this time, who would care about those refugees who are hungry?

Who cares whether to hold this city or not?

What they have to do is to protect their lives so that they can survive, live, and go home in this earth-shattering fire.

...

The enemy commander is no longer in the camp.

When Adjutant Sun was desperate and wanted to ask the Marshal here for some comfort, he suddenly realized that his Marshal's armor was still hanging on the wall, and he himself had no idea what to do.

The camp where Liu Changfeng is located.

This handsome man is roasting a wild goat very leisurely.

This was brought by the scouts to hunt outside a few days ago.

The goat made a bang in the fire, sprinkled a handful of seasonings, and the scent, like a charm, flew towards the nose of every soldier.

And here.

Old Liu was hurriedly fanning the wind, hoping that the fire would be bigger, he was already starving.

Just now I went to protect Liu Changfeng, exhausted his body, and the life that died in his hands was no less than a hundred.

If it is a cold weapon war, it is undoubtedly a joke that one person wants to kill a hundred people.

But in the era of thermal weapons, a submachine gun that shoots a circle at the enemy can easily kill more than a dozen people. As long as the bullets are correct, as long as the bullets can be accurately hit on the enemy, regardless of the thigh or Chest, as long as the bullet enters.

That was the death penalty.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying about killing gods.

It is said that killing the gods is the existence that can make the gods afraid of three points. Thinking of this, the marshal couldn't help but look down at Liu Changfeng who was still rushing in the crowd. He couldn't help but admire: "Liu Shuai Jinai kills. God too."

The mirror beside him smiled and said, "That's not it."

After speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked: "Brother Yan, when will you hang your human skin mask? What is it? I can't tear it off when I bring it on?"

The handsome man smiled, did not remove the mask on his face, but looked at Jinghuai seriously, and said: "Look carefully, I am your brother Yan Qingci?"

Jing Huai's tone stagnated.

Lao Liu also stopped fanning his hand, his hand was already on his waist.

The handsome man roasted the goat indifferently, and said, "You are a brother, aren't you right by Liu Shuai? Look carefully."

Jinghuai took the binoculars and looked down. Sure enough, he saw Yan Qingci's figure. At this moment, the other party was holding a long knife to make up for those soldiers who had not been killed by bullets on the battlefield.

Jinghuai looked at the handsome man suspiciously, and suddenly thought of something.

Almost in an instant, he raised the gun in his hand.

"What are you panicking? They say you don't kill the prisoners..."

"My Liu Shuai is killing prisoners."

"..."

The commander ignored the gun in Jinghuai's hand, his gaze fell on Lao Liu, and asked, "Are you afraid of me too?"

Old Liu didn't speak.

On the side of Jinghuai, sweat was streaming down his forehead, and his legs, under the pressure of the Paladin, couldn't stop shaking.

The commander looked at his glasses with contempt, and said, "Put away the gun, you are useless to me."

Everyone naturally knows that a gun can't fight a Paladin. Even if it's a defense, it can't break open. You won't be able to sacrifice yourself and let the howitzer fire at yourself, right?

But despite the determination to die, can you really pull the other party to die?

Old Liu waved his hand, indicating that Jinghuai need not panic, and he also put away the gun in his hand and repeated the fan action just now.

"It's a pleasure to have guests coming from afar."

The speaker was Liu Changfeng, who had withdrawn from the battlefield. Next to him, Yan Qingci, who was supposed to replace the marshal, followed.

Liu Changfeng pulled out a chair, sat down generously, pointed at another Zhang, and said, "Please sit down."

The other party was not polite, he smiled, sat down, and did not forget to sprinkle a handful of cumin on the goat.

This is a must-have good thing for barbecue. Without cumin, anything that is cooked cannot be called barbecue, because it doesn't have that smell.

According to Yan Qingci who came back.

This man is on his side.

Liu Changfeng didn't let Yan Qingci show up. This would undoubtedly hurt his own morale, so he got him into Hulme County, pretending to be a refugee, and caused the fire in the morning.

Cai Kun is exactly what Yan Qingci played.

And this handsome...

Liu Changfeng did not ask, nor did the other party mean to say.

But under the gaze of these bright eyes, the handsome man obviously couldn't stand it anymore. He talked and said, "This handsome...Rorley Freira."

Everyone looked at him in shock.

It’s said that the commander of Hulme County was a certain Paladin who was expelled by the Pope himself, but he didn’t know his name. At this moment, he suddenly heard the other person’s words and suddenly realized that this person was actually Roland's relatives.

Even more than just relatives.

"Do you know why I was expelled?"

Luo Lei said lightly, but seeing that everyone didn't mean to ask, he put away his appetite and explained the reason: "The battle of the beast tide, as my brother Roland, can't mobilize the army at all. The beast tide, in the final analysis, was secretly dispatched by the pope, and I am the person in charge of the battle of the beast tide."

Liu Changfeng nodded.

Luo Lei continued: "It's just that I was sold."