The first echelon and the second echelon launched their operations at the same time.

The Li Huo-level powerhouses led by Lu Ge were not afraid of the ember-level ghost soldiers around them, and they only needed to charge forward while protecting several ranged attackers, but they saw that the cyan ghost clan army was torn open like bread cut by a sharp blade.

The second echelon was a little farther away from the first echelon in front, and more than a hundred ember-level trialists were organized into two teams under the assignment of Hualuo, and swept towards the ghost clan armies on the left and right respectively. At the foreground are tank-type trialists with shields of various colors, followed by melee trialists with long weapons in their hands like Zhao Qiuhan, and both teams form a semicircle to protect the ranged attackers in the center of the circle, while Hualuo is positioned between the two teams to support at all times.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The moment the ghost legion came into contact with the tanks in the front row, a series of collisions erupted. Zhao Qiuhan didn't know what kind of state he had opened, and from the bottom to the top he sprayed a blue and yellow fierce energy, and there was a flash of lightning and thunder between the flow of energy, like a Valkyrie wearing thunder and lightning armor, I saw her leaning over with a gun, taking a heavy step forward with her left foot, and then slamming her right foot into the ground and charging out, slamming all the ghost soldiers who came from the gap in the tank trialist line out of the line.

However, this also exposed Zhao Qiuhan to the attack range of countless ghost soldiers, only to see that without the blockage of the tank, there were hideous ghost soldiers with teeth and claws in all directions attacking her, and she was strong and then jumped out of the gun to pierce the nearest ghost soldiers through the right chest, and then swept the spear with the momentum, and directly turned around to make a perfect full moon.

- The full moon sweeps

The ferocious unparalleled strength made the ghost soldiers who were swept away break their bones and bones, and the ghost soldiers who were knocked down by it also flew upside down as if they were bombarded by a giant hammer, and a circle of ghost soldiers fell one after another like dominoes, and in the blink of an eye, a small area of blank space appeared next to Zhao Qiuhan, who was standing with a gun, for a short time. However, she continued to charge towards the vacant place, and the tough alloy spear could slap one or more ghost soldiers into the air no matter whether it was shooting, picking, sweeping, or stabbing, killing the enemy and causing great damage to the camp, so that almost no ghost soldiers could get close to Zhao Qiuhan's gun circle.

"Drink!"

Zhao Qiuhan couldn't help but roar when he was excited, and his neutral voice spread out with a strong battle intent in all directions, causing the tank trialists who were gradually expanding the battle line in the rear couldn't help but be afraid: Those who can fight a hundred ghosts and thousands of ghosts by one person can also be heroes!

"It's really worthy of being a heroine's sister, but I didn't expect her to strengthen the ability of a peerless general. Mo Jun, who was far away from the other team, couldn't help but rush with interest: "I don't know what her peerless stunt is." ”

As a "disabled person", Mo Jun was arranged in the very center of the defense line, that is, standing side by side with a group of long-range professionals, with tanks and melee trialists in front of him, and archers and gunners around him to pick up the gaps, so far Mo Jun has not even touched the shadow of a ghost soldier, so he can only turn around to see Zhao Qiuhan's wonderful performance on the other side.

"That cripple over there, yes, you. A provocative voice came into Mo Jun's ears, he narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and found that the voice came from an acquaintance - if he had only met once, he would have called an acquaintance.

The thin monkey looked at Mo Jun beside him with a mocking face, and then stabbed Mo Jun in the chest with the magic rifle in his hand, and said in a flowing air: "You kid don't look at what kind of place this is, and you still look around here like a nobody." I'm telling you not to rely on you to be a cripple to enjoy the safe output environment that the brothers have exchanged for their lives, people like you are the cancer of the team, what else is there to look at blindly?!"

Mo Jun didn't slap the barrel of the gun against his chest, because he held the Wind Thunder Sword in his only remaining right hand, he looked at the thin monkey, and suddenly smiled: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"You are still quite a piece of waste?" The thin monkey was stunned, and instead of showing an angry face, the guy in front of him who lacked arms and eyes replied to him with a good gentleman, which made him a little overwhelmed, but soon he came back to his senses and said viciously: "I heard that there are two Li Huo-level powerhouses in your team, but they have only returned to the fortress in half a day, it is estimated that you are a cripple who has dragged them down, right?! People like you simply don't do anything, and the province will put us in danger!"

But he didn't expect that the thin monkey's concocted remarks purely for venting just hit the pain in Mo Jun's heart, and in an instant, the faces of Lu Baifei, Zede and Zhou Xuan appeared in front of Mo Jun's eyes, as if they were saying the same words as the thin monkey just now.

"I really don't want to die..."

"You are the one who involved us in the battle with Tu Yi..."

"I'm in such pain... Who can save me..."

“...”

"Enough!" Mo Jun suddenly shouted, his eyes suddenly closed, as if he was running away from something. Seeing this situation, the thin monkey sneered in his heart, what can you do if you are crippled, even if you are angry? It's a big deal that Lao Tzu will scrap your arm again, and let you endure the pain of rebirth again... Wait a minute?

The skinny monkey suddenly discovered a problem - there is obviously a healer in the team who can regenerate a severed limb, but why did this guy's arm not be connected for a long time, but he had to endure the pain of losing an arm and being looked down upon?

"There will be a next time, even if you are a member of the same battle group..."Mo Jun opened his eyes, and there were black and white flames burning in his eyes, "... I'll tear you to pieces, too. ”

With that, Mo Jun turned around and left, leaving the thin monkey and the remote professionals around him to watch the lively Xiao Suo's back with a sword in one arm, the back was a little thin, and a little rickety, as if he was carrying a heavy burden of tens of millions of catties.

"Who did he think he was? The thin monkey woke up from the slow words of the killing intent, looked at Mo Jun's figure that gradually disappeared into the darkness, and said disdainfully: "A cripple who can't cure his arm, what else, you kill a hundred and a thousand ghost soldiers to show me?"

The thin monkey spat in the direction that Mo Jun left, and just wanted to turn around and raise his gun to kill a few ghost soldiers to get some merit points, when a large area of dazzling white light suddenly poured in front of him, as if he had come directly to the vast snowfield from this dark night battlefield. Not only him, but almost even the tank trialists at the front couldn't help but squint their eyes slightly, in case they were burned by the sudden dazzling bright light, they thought it was an accident caused by someone using a flashbang, and just wanted to turn around and scold but were stunned by the abnormal sight in front of them.

Countless sharp white spikes burst through the ground and rose upright, thick spikes piercing all the ghost soldiers in their path, and then hung in the night by the protruding spikes—hundreds of white spikes and ghost corpses formed a creepy white forest, a forest of corpses and monstrous thorns.

The flames in Mo Jun's eyes had already dissipated, and the excessive use of the flames of the Cangsheng Realm made his right eye temporarily lose vision, at this time, his dull godless eyes looked at the gray-black sky, stretched out his arm upwards to touch something, but there were bursts of weakness in his body, and there was a constant feeling of dizziness in his mind. The characteristics of the Nameless Fire require a lot of mental power to lock onto the target, and at this time, Mo Jun's spiritual power has long dried up, and what supports him is only an unwilling will.

He slowly fell backwards and fell into a warm embrace.

There was a violet-like fragrance in his nose, and Mo Jun said in a weak tone that seemed illusory: "Ci, go kill some more for me, I want to be quiet here." ”

"Yes, master. Sakura said softly, "I am your sword and shield, the executor of your will. ”

...

Everyone looked at the white forest in front of them as if they had seen a ghost, and they were silent.

"This—" A melee trialist said to the person next to him in disbelief, "The mage group's spells have been lost to our side?"

"No, as far as I know, Commander Idric is the only one who can use such a large-area destruction spell. The interrogator who was accosted swallowed, anyway, the ghost army in front of them was blocked by the Ice Spike Forest, and they also had a little respite, "And Commander Idric's accuracy is obviously not so bad. ”

The remote professionals who knew something about it looked at the shivering skinny monkey, whose eyes were wide and unable to say a word almost as if he had seen a ghost, and the tremor spread from his calves to his whole body, and he stared at the sharp and thick white spikes and couldn't help but feel fear, if it was that crippled- No, it was the one-armed master who gave him such a moment, I'm afraid he would have to hang it on the spot to dry human jerky, and the thin monkey carefully wiped the saliva on the ground with his foot, for fear that Mo Jun would string him with sugar gourds when he came back and saw it.

"No, even if there is this ice spike forest to block it, those ghost clan troops should have come over a long time ago, why don't you see anyone now?"

The many ember-level trialists who were alerted immediately listened quietly, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of gunfire and roar, as if a modern army was fighting the ghost soldiers in front. What's more, those guys on the technology side are all in the fortress defended by the [Technology Alliance], and no one in the [Nightingale] warband uses those long spears and short cannons except for the shooters who use rune guns, who can create such a movement?

With such a question, the team's defense line expanded forward at a rapid pace, and soon bypassed the spiked forest that had been deliberately blocked by Mojun to the front of the battlefield. However, the scene that appeared in front of them shook them again, as if God was determined to let these guys know what the word shock was.

What caught their eye was the rudimentary bunkers and obstacles made of ghost corpses, bullet casings and rockets piled up almost into a hill, and the blue-black blood that covered the surface, the tank trialist who arrived first did not notice that the blood reached the ankle level, and in the middle of this improvised trench stood a petite woman, who was holding a delicate heavy machine gun and spewing fierce fire at the ghost army, not noticing the arrival of someone behind her.

However, ordinary bullets could not cause fatal damage to the ghost soldiers whose skin was as hard as steel, and countless ghost soldiers with broken limbs crawled towards the petite figure while spurting blue-black blood, and the pool of blood fluctuated violently with the crawling of the ghost soldiers, and the trialists who saw that the situation was not good just wanted to step forward to help the girl with soft purple hair to break the siege, but they saw that the heavy machine gun in her hand finally stopped spitting out tongues of fire, but suddenly transformed into a bazooka with a slender curve!

", all squat!" Seeing this, the tank trialists led by him raised their shields without saying a word, and then heard a huge explosion in front of them, which fell on everyone's ears as if there was a thunderbolt exploding directly in their ears. When the smoke from the explosion and the blue-black mist (no one wanted to know what it was made of) slowly cleared, the petite body still stood on the battlefield.

It's just that this time no one thinks it's a delicate woman who needs to be protected, but instead looks like a vicious underworld mercenary.

"You... Who are you. Someone asked.

"Ci Sakura. The little maid turned around, put down the Pandora's box in her hand, and lifted the blood-stained skirt to everyone, her face splashed with blue-black blood like a rakshasa.

"It's the 'crippled' maid you call it. ”