Chapter 684: The First Battle Ends

Soon, there were probably hundreds of groups of police groups that began to engage with the protozoan legion that had passed the army. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even if you count the 'initiators' and promoters, the combat strength is only 1,000, and the number of protozoan legions that seems to be no less than a few thousand has started a war with a huge disparity in numbers.

Although there is a huge gap in numbers, the battle situation has not reached the point of one-sided at the beginning, after all, most of the 'initiators' have physical strength that rivals or even surpasses the protozoa, as well as agility and mobility above that, and the 'promoter''s holmium-based firearms can also cause irreparable damage to the arazoa with assistance.

Because, for a time, the confrontation between the civilian police force and the protointestinal animal corps can be said to have come and gone, and there were mutual injuries.

However, the result of mutual damage is that the original police force of less than 1,000 people VS thousands of intestinal animal corps, gradually the gap in the numbers is getting wider and wider, and there is a crushing gap in the multiple.

Under this kind of gaping combat power gap, there is no way for the people's police to maintain each other, but the fronts fighting separately are losing and retreating.

Nightshade is an individual unit, swaying around this battlefield to make soy sauce.

Now, he really didn't have the idea of defending the land and doing it, but those who started in the civilian police force were innocent. In the process, Ye Di also rescued a few policemen, which can be regarded as the last mercy.

Some of the rescued people were at a loss, some were grateful to the point of exaggeration, some stared at the night and held his hand desperately, and some returned to the battlefield again without saying a word, and everyone had it.

However, of course, on the battlefield of life and death, not everywhere is a dazzling picture that can become a beautiful talk.

In particular, when the initiator loses his commander and spiritual support, the facilitator, he almost always falls into insanity. This happens everywhere.

Somewhere, a teenage girl slumped next to the body of the facilitator.

Nightshade tried to take her hand and take her to safety temporarily, but was met with fierce resistance. "Don't. If I get out of this person's side, I'll be beaten to death. ”

From this sentence, we can understand how the facilitator treated her during her lifetime. No matter how much she told her that the facilitator was dead, she didn't believe it. So Nightfall knocked her out with a punch, and these starters seemed to him to be a little dull, like a tamed baby elephant whose mind had become ossified, and at this time let Nightfall wake them up with an iron fist.

If she is still obsessed with this, it means that she is just a waste that can't even save herself, and Nightshade will not waste too much time and energy for these little ones who have already given up hope.

Isn't it ridiculous that a small pillar and a thin chain are enough to tie up a thousand-pound elephant?

But this absurd scene can be seen everywhere in India and Thailand. When the mahouts were still baby elephants, they tied them to concrete or steel pillars with iron chains, and no matter how much the baby elephants struggled, they could not break free. Gradually, the baby elephant gets used to not struggling until it grows into an elephant and can easily break free from the chain.

- Baby elephants are tied in chains, while elephants are tied by habit.

However, such examples are not uncommon, even in humans.

Obviously, they have far more power than the 'promoters', and they can appeal to their legitimate rights, but most of the 'initiators' have long forgotten how to resist for some reason.

Of course, the culprits of this kind of abuse and then taming are naturally the 'promoters' who bring bad habits, but isn't there anything worth criticizing about the 'cursed son' who doesn't know how to resist at all?

Let's take 10,000 steps back, if the 'initiator' did not dare to rebel against the 'promoter' because of his own inability to rebel against the entire ruling class of the 'plundered generation', then when her 'promoter' had already died in battle, and the night corpse wandering the battlefield had saved her, the initiator would not dare to leave decisively because of the power of her promoter.

She can only be called a 'waste' who doesn't know how to save herself, and she doesn't deserve to be saved by others!

If a person wants to be redeemed, he must first know how to save himself, Yanzhu was led away by the night dead, and he relied on himself to get out of his desperate and depressed state of mind, Xia Shi was still able to regain his heart under the scolding of General Yixiong, Tina, Asari, Rita and others are all like this.

Nightshade is indeed very sympathetic to the pity of the 'Cursed Son', most of whom are no more than ten years old, so he is undoubtedly on the side of the 'Cursed Child' when the power gap between the two groups of the 'Plundered Generation' and the 'Cursed Child' is very different, but, there is a good saying, 'The poor man must have something to hate'.

While lamenting the misfortune of the 'Cursed Child', Nightshade is equally angry.

However, after all, the group of 'cursed children' is only less than ten years old, and the night dead can't think of them too strongly, except for Lori who is slightly mature in mind like Yanzhu and Xia Shi, it is undeniable that there is such a 'cursed son' who has been reduced to a 'combat tool'.

In this case, all Nightshade can do is to reach out, and as for whether he is still obsessed, or whether he wants to save himself while receiving help from others, he can only look at the 'cursed child' himself.

Of course, because there wasn't so much time, Nightshade was a more straightforward punch to stun the 'starter', and if there was no way to close her mouth and be obedient, she would have to be knocked down with a punch and make her obedient.

Nightshade will be picked up by the stunned 'starter' with one hand, and the weak and petite Lori is so light that it doesn't seem to need much effort from him, probably on her original 'promoter' side, she doesn't even have enough to eat.

"I've done enough, and it's up to you to make it up to you." Nightshade sighed, as if convincing herself and her.

However, even if he was just roaming around this battlefield to make soy sauce, he had already killed more than a dozen giant gastrators, and he had also saved the 'Cursed Child' above this number, and no one could question his inaction.

Suddenly, in the depths of the field of vision, a light flashed from the other end of the fire tent, and an object that seemed to be light swept by, passing over the head of the night corpse who was standing straight at a super high speed.

In the next instant, the objects located on the silver trajectory cracked, and the bodies of more than a dozen policemen who were hit in the distance of the trajectory made a strange sound, and they were directly broken into two in the air.

Nightshade turned to look behind him, the battlefield as far as his vision could be cut apart by the silver trail, and the screams of frenzy rose and fell.

[Spear of Light], this is a new term he heard when he was wandering around the battlefield just now, and I am afraid that this is the kind of surprising way of blowing.

The tactics developed over the past decade against the archelloids have been largely based on the premise that the archelloids do not use flying props.

However, this premise has now completely collapsed.

I am afraid that this is the real culprit who shot down the Tomahawk cruise missile, helicopter and fighter jet launched by the Aegis ship a few days ago.

At this time, there was a sudden roar on the battlefield.

The sound even reached the corner of the 40th arrondissement of the outer district, and the roar like distant thunder contained not demonstrations or shouts, but painful screams.

All the proto-araguts seemed startled, and all of them stopped moving and turned their heads in the direction of the roar. It wasn't long before the voices of the battlefield died down.

Nightshade looked in the same direction, and saw the massive silhouette of a hill writhing in pain. That guy was obviously dozens of times bigger than the other monsters.

Undoubtedly, it's Aldebaran. Nightshade thinks this can be deduced with his toes.

Soon, after a roar rallied the arazoa, Aldebaran, the leader of the aragonals, began to move at the same time. The caterpillar-type aragut that crawled on the ground moved, and the insects and birds that flew in the sky also leaned around the giant protogular, using their bodies as shields to gradually retreat.

Because the flying aragut is like a large number of mosquitoes surrounding it, the Nightshade cannot see Aldebaran clearly even if he stares intently. It's just that the loud and sorrowful roar heard at that moment, as well as the astonishingly large silhouette of the other party, are enough to make people understand its status and role.

All the protozoa finally disappeared from the battlefield, leaving only the living and dead in place.

"Saved...... Is it? ”

The petite facilitator on the side chanted the words, and the voice echoed in the ears of the night for a long time.