The rain was a little lighter.

But the weather was cloudy, and the news from the north was not good, and Sharul saw a number of corpse trucks piled up with the bodies of those who had died in battle, which, in the tone of the aboriginal corpse carriers, were not even qualified to be used as material for stitching corpses.

This made Sharul a little hostile as a player, and while these natives were enjoying peace in the back, it was countless players like him who fought desperately in front.

One of them he knew, a relative of the aboriginal nobles, had a little necromancer qualification, and he couldn't do big things, so he could only come over to transport the corpse...... Glancing at his companions, he as a commander and several of them were discussing something, but it didn't look like a front-line issue, and one of them glanced at the native, a little meaningful.

Sharul swore he didn't see anything.

"Alright, all up, it's our turn. ”

The commander said as he beckoned to the black elves beside Sharul, "Vadak, come here." ”

"Can you call me Gloom, that's the name of my game. ”

"Pull it down, come here. ”

The Commander and the Assassin came face to face and chewed on the root of their tongues, and finally the Assassin nodded and took the musket handed over by his own commander.

Seeing off the assassins, the commander beckoned to Sharul: "You take people, follow me for a while, there are fraternal troops on both sides, and our mission is to break through the last ring fortifications on the south bank of the bridge on the eastern continent." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, I've already passed two waves of people. Sharul clearly remembered that two hours ago, the warband called Rodal's Blade framed his four regiments and rushed forward, and then an hour later, the three first-tier regiments of his Deathhammer warband went to the front line as the second wave of attacks: "They're all dead?"

"That's right, they're all dead. After the commander finished speaking, he carefully took out a cigarette case from the rainproof pouch, took out a cigarette from it and lit it: "Do you want one?"

"It looks like it's going to be tough, otherwise you wouldn't have given us cigarettes. Sharul keenly sensed that his commander had something on his mind.

"That's right, there is a white cat's paw on a black background on the opposite side...... It's the child of the Lovanta family. ”

"Absolutely, how could he be the cub of that family, I remember he wasn't in the Northlands. "As a high-level player, of course Sharuel knows how much energy the children of the Lovanta family have, this is the existence of millions of troops with a single wave, and he has the highest voice and the loudest voice in the kitten world, and those kittens listen to the Lovanta family except for the Longerxi family.

"Not the one from the Northlands...... It's his mother's old man Su's family. At the mention of this one, the commander gritted his teeth a little.

In this regard, Sharul could only roll his eyes: "Is it the Grand Master and Summaso who doesn't deal with him?"

"Yes, that's right, after he put up the flag, those players from the alien planet were like crazy, our people and the people of the Rodal Blade were almost all wiped out, and the scene was said to be very tragic. The commander said as he sideways over a corpse carrier that had gone the wrong way: "Don't you have long eyes!?"

The aborigines who were driving turned their heads, revealing hollow eye sockets and red soul fire.

Sharul rolled his eyes: "What's wrong with the big guy over there." ”

"It's being rescued, this time we have four tanks with us, and the commander above said that if we can't grab it, our people don't have to take it down. ”

"I'd like to see it. "As Sharul, who has fought a few tough battles in Sha'an, there is something that cannot be defeated by their regiments, plus chariots.

………………

Five minutes later, Sharul felt he was wrong.

In the bunker outside the square, the commander had just blown the whistle and led the charge out of the bunker, a bullet pierced his chest, Sharul quickly grabbed him, dragged him to the back of the ruins, and cut the leather armor shoulder strap with the pure gold ring armor lining with the first aid officer, and saw a gun hit point on the ring armor that had been distorted, and the bullet shattered the ring armor and burrowed into the chest, but there was no exit.

"Bullets oozing silver!" the first aid officer wailed as he pulled his finger out of the wound, and Sharul hurriedly reached out to pull the bullet out of the wound, only to find that the commander was no longer breathing.

"What the hell is the way of the world. The young man stood up, buckled his helmet to his head, and rushed out of the ruins with a musket, when he saw a flash of fire coming towards him, and subconsciously lowered his head, the firelight flew over his head and burrowed into the crowd behind him, and the next moment the red flames ignited the crowd.

"Damn! what were we going to do with our fire?!" someone shouted as he crawled on the ground.

The Flame Explosion Technique blew away the crowd on Sharul's left, and the young man hurriedly leaned behind the ruins, and then shouted loudly: "Disperse! Don't gather!

Gunshots were heard everywhere, and Sharul finally understood why the puddle was red in the ground, and he watched as a peer had a hole in his neck and fell headfirst into the puddle.

"Rush up! Give the smoke!" the commander was killed, he was now the highest-ranking member of the warband, Sharul patted the skull of the flamethrower who was carrying a burning oil canister beside him, "Follow me!"

Standing up, he lowered his head and ran quickly to the ruins on the other side, and at the same time unexpectedly found that there was no explosion behind him, but the flamethrower followed him to the ruins: "Can't we go around?!"

"You might want to check out the friendly attack area nearby, maybe it's safer over there. As soon as Sharul had finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by the shockwoman, and blood and stumps flew over his head.

"Where's our chariot?!" Although they were two restored chariots, they were at least better than their own warband's human life.

"It's lying on its stomach again!" shouted the Pyro as he pointed to the chariot behind him with its tracks shattered, and then pointed to the other side of Sharul as if he had found something, "The other one is there." ”

"That's a ......," Sharul turned, and saw the turret of the chariot flying into the air in the blast.

"This is probably the most expensive coffin! An old friend came out of nowhere, first took out the grenade bag on his waist, pulled them out of the waterproof bag, and then hung them on the grenade ring on his waist: "Which of you still has a nine-millimeter bullet! ”

"It's all over the earth. Two New Edenians slapped at the rubble at the same time, one of them carrying a bag: "We have confirmed that the bag is a smoke bomb." ”

"That's great. Sharul got up and took two steps forward, and before he could confirm the situation in front of him, a burst of flame fell in front of him.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had been dragged to safety.

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