Pan Long single-handedly double-swords, killing farther and farther in the Slavic army's position.

He was surrounded by layers and circles, all of which were the elite of the Slavic army. Either they are veterans who have been in the army for many years and have experienced many battles, or they are outstanding talents with extraordinary talents, whose starting point is the end of others.

These elites are usually supposed to be the core of a squad, like the nodes of a spider's web, uniting the entire army. But now, they have been pulled out of their respective nodes and gathered into an army to besiege Pan Long.

This approach was clearly inefficient and would result in huge losses, but the front-line commanders of the Slavic armies could not care so much about it.

About three or five minutes earlier, Pan Long had just broken through the forward line of the Slavic army, rushed to a command car, dragged out a major who was directing the battle in the car, and hacked him to death.

For an army of 100,000, a mere major is nothing. But for specific operations, the killing of a major meant that the army of about 500 men under his command was pierced by the enemy.

This is nothing, what is even worse is that Pan Long is still continuing to move towards the command headquarters of the Slavic army.

Although he had previously discussed with the "Medic", the "Medic" had advised him not to attempt a decapitation raid now. But as the saying goes, "the generals are outside, and the military orders are not subject to it", seeing that there is now a chance to succeed in Huanglong, of course he has to try hard.

Anyway, after this period of fighting, he was already convinced that the Slavic army could not do anything about himself. If you can't do anything, you turn around and run away, and the Slavic army will definitely not be able to stop you.

Since it won't really be lost, what does it matter if it's stud

The Slavic army was frightened by him, you must know that he did not kill the major straight forward, but turned around in the Slavic position, and then turned to the vicinity of the major's command car, and then his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly rushed all the way over.

Along the way, the number of Slavic troops who died under his double sword had already exceeded the triple digits, and they might even be rushing towards the four figures.

The Slavs never cared about the lives of their soldiers, so much so that they gave rise to such a sarcastic term as "gray livestock". But even if it's a gray animal, it's the owner's wealth.

Losing such a big fortune in one breath will make the master feel distressed.

So the commander-in-chief of the Slavic army, with a little hesitation, made a decision.

Dispatch the most elite reserves, and draw the backbone of each army to form an encirclement and suppression force against that mysterious master!

In just a few minutes, a Slavic army, far more elite than any previous troops, arrived at Pan Long and laid siege to him.

When they came, Pan Long immediately felt the pressure.

This group of people is extraordinary, and each of them is qualified to go to Zion to become the captain of the operator, and almost all of them are of the same level as the previous heavy captain.

He slashed at each other, and these Slavic soldiers were able to dodge in time without even a single stab.

And in an instant, he had been hit by more than a dozen arrows, each of which was a vital point, and ordinary people would die if they were hit by one.

The clanging sound was continuous, and Pan Long himself was a little dizzy.

...... No, maybe the real reason for his dizziness was that someone shot him in the temple with a heavy crossbow just now

Pan Long still wielded his two knives like the wind, but this time it was difficult to slash the enemy again.

Those Slavic elites had already received information in advance, knowing that his divine power was unstoppable, but those who rushed up to him in close combat were all agile and agile characters, belonging to the type that could catch arrows with bare hands at a little distance.

Because of the earth's evil body, Pan Long's strength and physical strength have become extremely strong, but his agility has greatly decreased. He really can't catch up with these people.

For a time, he could only be besieged from all sides, and his two knives were waved again and again, but most of them were in vain, even if he could cut something, it was just cutting off the enemy's weapons.

(No, this formation is too good for me!)

He sighed secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but retreat.

But just when he wanted to retreat, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a communication antenna erected.

This gave him an idea.

The communication technology in this world is not very developed, and in order for the army to command smoothly, it is necessary to build several levels of command platforms.

Needless to say, the mid-level commanders at the regimental level are able to command the army at this level, and the key lies in radio communications.

These communication antennas are indispensable to ensure smooth communication.

In that case, he has something to do.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly rushed in the direction of the communication antenna.

Although the Slavic elite were able to hold him down, they could not stop him. He rushed to the side of the communication antenna in one breath, and then the left-handed knife that had been curled was swung out, and the copper pillar as thick as a child's arm broke along with the antenna above, and fell down with a bang.

The people besieging him were slightly stunned, and then someone reacted.

"Oops! He cut the communication antenna!"

"Does he have to cut other communication antennas again?"

"Don't say it!"

Pan Long was about to leave, when his eyes suddenly lit up, and he threw away the double knives that were no longer of much use, and lifted the heavy copper pillar.

This copper pillar is used to support the communication antenna, which is both heavy and strong, and it is quite long, and the position of the center of gravity is quite bad. That is to say, his divine power is unparalleled, and if he is an ordinary person, even if he can carry it, he doesn't want to use it as a weapon.

But in his hand, this amazingly long-looking copper pillar suddenly turned into a stick, and the wind whistled when it was waved, and it could sweep through a large space at once.

Where had the Slavic elites who besieged him seen such "strange weapons"!

A stick swept over, and at least twenty or thirty of them didn't have time to dodge and were hit solidly.

This stick Pan Long used six or seven points of strength, plus the weight of the copper pillar itself, the strength was terrifying. Naturally, he died on the spot when he was directly hit, even if he was just swept away, his muscles and bones were broken, and the injury was not light.

With just one stick, the formation besieging Pan Long was scattered.

Pan Long was overjoyed, waving the copper pillar, and it was another sweep.

The Slavic elite saw the heavy bronze pillars roaring towards them, and everyone could not help but be terrified.

If you take it like this, even a strong man can't bear it!

They either jumped up or fell down and dodged.

Because they had already witnessed it once before, these elites were not beaten by Pan Long's stick. But their siege formation has completely collapsed.

Pan Long laughed, turned the bronze pillar like a wheel with both hands, and walked swaggering into the distance.

It is indeed not easy to storm the general command center of the Slavic army for the time being. But he can think differently and sweep away those mid-level headquarters.

The general command center is the brain, and these middle-level command centers are the joints. As long as all the joints are broken, the behemoth of the "Slavic Army" will lose its ability to harm people.

Seeing the huge bronze pillar roaring towards them, the Slavic soldiers turned pale one by one, and there was no other way to think of except to retreat in embarrassment.

Thousands of pounds of things are whistling and waving, and it is really not something that human beings can resist.

Of course, there are no wonders in the world, and naturally there are people with extraordinary powers, and maybe even strong people who can wrestle with Pan Long. But at least now, here and now, the Slavic army really can't find such a person.

The copper pillar rotated in the air, the speed was not very fast, and the whistling sound was a little muffled.

But to the ears of the Slavic army, this low whistling sound was like a soul seduction order from hell, which made them weak in their hands and feet, and they could not muster the slightest courage.

Wherever Pan Long went, the Slavic army was directly scattered, and no one could resist him in the slightest.

It wasn't that there were no warriors who wanted to stop him, on the contrary, from time to time, a tall horse, a heavily armored warrior with a large shield rushed out, trying to stop the waving bronze pillar.

But they all ended up like a baseball hit by a home run, and they flew out with shields, and where did they go...... The crowd was chaotic, and it was impossible to see clearly for a while.

In just a few minutes, the middle part of the Slavic position, where the advance and the center were connected, was in chaos.

The "doctor" who had been paying attention to Pan Long naturally found out about this situation for the first time, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good chance!" he couldn't help but praise, then ordered Zion's melee operators to strike at once and fight back with all their might.

The advance men of the Slavic army fought hard and their morale was already frustrated, and although they didn't know why the rear was suddenly chaotic at this moment, they could clearly hear the screams and panic, and for a while people's hearts were fluctuating, and many people had the idea of retreating.

Zion's operatives seized the opportunity to counterattack and immediately routed a Slavic force. Under the command of the "doctor", they drove the rout to storm the enemy position, and in just a few moments, the entire front of the Slavic army was routed everywhere, and a major defeat was inevitable.

Inside the command center, the old general listened to the report from the front and sighed deeply: "No way, temporarily withdraw the troops and regroup." ”

When the Slavic army finally retreated, cheers filled the hills.

"Long live Zion!"

"Long live Mentor Xia!"