Chapter 234: I am invincible

It was as if time stood still for a few minutes.

Soon, after not finding what they were looking for, the crowd took action.

Looking at the mutilated wasps that had been burned off their wings, dropped to the ground, and then only wriggled like bugs, the crowd began to wake up from their grief and began to burn with rage.

Although it was an excellent opportunity to evacuate, none of the surviving people, whether they were young or old, including the militia captain, wanted to leave.

They want revenge!

They're going to kill all the wasps!!

They will pay tribute to their beloved comrades who have lost their lives with the blood of their enemies!!

The crowd of grief and anger began to turn and approach the wasps, who could only crawl on the ground, and they wanted to kill all the things that brought death and sorrow to humans.

The battle has started again.

This time the battle was one-sided.

Driven by revenge, the grief and anger of the crowd condensed a strong fighting force, and all of them, as long as they were sober, even if they couldn't walk, and those who lacked arms and legs, they all relied on their strong wills and the unquenchable anger in their chests, put them on the shoulders of others, or supported others, and slowly approached the battlefield little by little.

Those who are in good condition and have more physical strength will face the wasps that still maintain a certain combat effectiveness.

The wounded, the ones who are struggling to move, will slay them after they get close to the wasps that have been left behind for them.

Except for the dead or unconscious, none of the others stood still, and all of them participated in the extermination of the wasps, and they wanted to use their actual actions to pay tribute to the souls of their deceased comrades.

Soon, amid the screams of the insects, the wasps that had fallen on the ground near the core circle of the outbreak were cleared, and the crowd turned their attention to the group of queen bees that still had a certain ability to move farther away.

There is no hesitation, they must be killed, this is the voice of everyone.

After a simple adjustment of the formation, the fighting team selected all the personnel who still had the ability to fight.

I don't know if it's because the huge ring of fire that burned to the edge of the sky just now dispersed the subsequent wasps, anyway, in the process of ten minutes from the disappearance of the flames to now, none of the subsequent wasps replenished from the distant sky.

Feeling the grief and indignation in my heart, and the determination to kill the wasps, in this perfect opportunity, the crowd burst out with high morale and huge combat effectiveness, and after adjusting the formation and equipment, and putting on a semi-circular multi-layered battle formation, they began to march towards the last enemy.

I am invincible, and as soon as I came into contact with the wasps, the crowd erupted with such momentum.

Although they were furious and angry, and everyone wanted to rush directly to kill all the insects, the caution of the battle was not forgotten.

After the battle line contacted, the people's division of labor and layers of cooperation directly suppressed all the wasps at the forefront, and let out a neat roar in their piercing calls.

With each overlapping roar, at least a dozen wasps die under human spears and clubs.

There are not many wasps that can fly, and even if they do, they are all crooked and can only hover above people's heads.

In this case, the team member responsible for guarding the third layer above your head only needs to jump up, stretch out your spear gun, and stab it hard, and when you hit the ground, you will bring a flying wasp with you.

After a few rounds, the sparse wasps in the air were quickly killed, and without the interference of the enemy overhead, the group of team members who protected the sky quickly adjusted their direction and threw themselves into the ground battle.

The battle formation is a three-tiered ladder.

The first layer is responsible for defense.

They had all the shields on them, and all of them wore at least two layers of combat uniforms.

When they get close to the enemy, they will defend themselves against all attacks in front of them with shields in their hands, creating opportunities for their comrades behind them to kill the enemy.

The second layer of the team is the main force responsible for killing enemies.

These selected team members, each of whom can skillfully mobilize the aura, they hold sharp spears and spears, and carry at least two metal clubs behind their backs, and when the first layer of comrades stabbed the attacks of the wasps, blocking their momentum and restricting the activities of the wasps, the sharp attacks appeared.

The sharp spear carrying the rage slammed into the clenched hands of the green tendons, and stabbed forward along the gap in the shield.

After an assassination is recovered, there is another vigorous puncture, and in the case that the wasps have no time to react, each wasp will face several members of the team responsible for the attack at the same time, and often in the case of these wasps being stabbed by the first blow, their end is already doomed.

No more, no greed, each chosen target will be silently harvested by these eager to kill the enemy.

"Kill !!"

"Kill !!"

"Kill !!"

In the rhythmic roar, a group of struggling wasps fell under each shout.

Under such a slaughter, the abused wasps broke free from the queen bee's suppression of them, and the biological instinct of resistance and fear of death returned to the newly born hearts of ordinary wasps, and the wasps who had not retreated even though they were only struggling to die began to mess up.

Some of the wasps, who had broken free from the queen bee's suppression and escaped her command, crawled wildly to leave the slaughter field, and their retreat disrupted the already weak swarm attack.

On the human side, seeing the opportunity, under the rapid command of the militia captain, quickly adjusted the offensive formation, and when the third layer was also mobilized to distribute behind the shield bearers, and stood with the second layer of the team members on the left and right of each shield bearer, the formation of the opposite wasps collapsed.

Unlike on the human side, the battle formation of the wasps after the collapse began to be messy, and when the queen bee's sharp and piercing chirp could not stop scattering and fleeing, the battlefield fell into a strange situation.

On the human side, neat and vigorous, the sound of uniform shouts and killings quickly took away the life of every wasp that was blocking the front of the formation.

On the side of the swarm, the wasps, who had been frightened by the slaughter of humans, lost their formation and the ability to fly, and when they could only squirm or jump up and bite with their mouths and scratch with their claws, they soon lost even the ability to fight back at the last point.

Driving pigs and sheep, chasing chickens and beating dogs, this is the situation on the battlefield at this moment.

Even so, the rhythm of the battle on the human side is not messy in the slightest.

The sound of war cries, assassinations, and footsteps is always uniform, as if one person.

Just as the native chicken tile dog was abused by the killing god, the unilateral slaughter and the neat and firm slow advance sounded the death knell of the queen bee and played the mourning music of its imminent death.