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The time has entered October,.

In the morning, the boulder Johnson-sen sorted out his equipment, and quietly crawled out of the tunnels of the Sea Clan base camp with four comrades who were also painted with camouflage oil paint, and lurked into the grass on the Danube.

It's a perfect battlefield for a death hunt game, with lush yellow vegetation that hides the Cavemen's massive size, and the sassy autumn wind that violently sways the bushes and withered grass, making it difficult for enemy tower lookouts to detect the movement of the "Boulder Hunting Group" from the fluctuations of the grass waves.

After a long and cautious crawl, Johnson-Sen stopped his limbs, and the four well-trained comrades immediately understood his intentions and quickly spread out from both sides to arrange a Christmas tree battle formation.

"Head, isn't it a little too far?" Strong-Daniel, the youngest member of the sniper team, asked quietly, this new young man was directly in front of the battle formation, and his huge compound eyes could intuitively estimate how far away from Shabak was through the gaps in the grass.

Jon-Sen used his scythe-like main crawler to stand in the center of his mouth, glaring at Jon-Daniel viciously.

In a game of death hunting, it is dangerous to expose your voice, which is tantamount to actively selling your position to the enemy. Hearing that opponents have already begun to use tactical sign language, Johnson-Sen, a veteran marksman, has to admit that the gap between the Empire and the enemy in this regard has become wider and wider.

Jon-Daniel also realizes that he is wrong, but he, like all young people, suffers from no $%^ enemy* (dragon!) &*$After the bookstore sorted out the boss's reprimand, it was inevitable that he was a little unconvinced. After all, it's still a long way from Shabak, and Beamon archers aren't clairvoyant.

The only female in the team, Crypt Strong-Turan, quietly gave the resentful Strong-Daniel a look, if it weren't for the fact that the Code of Conduct strictly forbids casual communication while incubating, she really wanted to scold this new rookie.

Yes, as a strong crypt shooter, Daniel already has excellent marksmanship at a young age, and does have unruly capital - but who in the team is not a strong crypt shooter?

Turan was ordered by the headquarters to come here to support the Sea Clan in the battle half a month ago, and the original intention of the Demon Command was to hunt and kill the senior generals of Beamon through high-level marksmen, so as to pave the way for the Sea Clan's future siege. But in just fifteen days, Turan had changed seven hunting groups, and his companions had lost an average of two days in battle.

According to the gossip she had received privately, the first crypt shooters to support the Sea Clan had arrived in the Danube a month earlier, but Turan had only met one crypt shooter who had been stationed here before her, and that shooter was now the head of the Boulder hunting team: Sen.

Where's the strong-headed crypt shooter who came here earlier?

Turan didn't dare to ask, and he didn't have to.

When she first arrived, she was as numb as Daniel is today, believing that she had superb spear marksmanship, superb digging and stealth skills, and the ability to glide against the wind, and it was dishonoring to be sent to do some cold arrow work.

It wasn't until she entered this death hunting ground and experienced several battles in person that she finally realized how naïve and ridiculous her idea was—there were many written materials in the Demon Realm that recorded the characteristics of Aegean's various archers, and according to the specific data obtained from the last battle of gods and demons, the Beamon archers were undoubtedly much worse than the crypt archers.

Their ground warbows have a limited range, and they can't match the Crypt Clan's jet spears of at least five hundred yards.

Their ground feather arrows are not powerful enough, and the standard arrows can hardly cut through the natural shell armor that the crypt clan is proud of.

They don't have claws and can't sneak through the ground.

They don't have elytra and can't glide against the wind.

They don't raise carnivorous ladybugs either!

Some of them only have miraculous archery skills, and some of them only have sharp facial features.

In the last War of Gods and Demons, almost all of the crypt shooters who died in battle with Beamon were killed by one arrow. So for so many years, the Empire has struggled to make up for this shortcoming, which is the main reason why today's crypt shooters each have a pair of crystal goggles.

Before Turan came, she once thought that the current crypt shooter was by no means something that Beamon shooter could resist, but the ruthless fact completely shattered her self-esteem and pride!

In front of the Adamantite Arrowhead of Beamon's archer, the shell armor of the crypt was as vulnerable as a chicken-tiled dog; The jet spears that used to be far ahead of the Crypt in range are now only half the range of the Mont Shooter!

The most exaggerated is the arrow gang that the Beamon shooter is now using, this powerful arrow fighting spirit can take the lives of many crypt shooters in an instant, directly causing the crypt that was attacked by individual soldiers at the beginning to now have to form a five-person battle team to dispatch!

Turan didn't know how long this mission would last, she only knew that if the situation continued like this, it wouldn't take more than a month for the crypt's strong shooters to be exhausted on this battlefield.

The sound of Strong-Sen digging into the dirt pulled Turan's thoughts back to reality, and she suddenly began to get a little nervous, and her left foot subconsciously pulled out a Wotgar spear from the negative bag and stuffed it into her sexy chrysanthemum bud.

It was a good idea to dig tunnels and sneak under Shabak, but Turan also knew that Beamon's ears could tell a lot from the slight flutter of the ground, and that four of her first six team leaders had been shot through the heart by an arrow while digging through the tunnels.

Today, the leader chose to dig the tunnel far away from Shabak, although it will inevitably require a little more sweat, but it is undoubtedly a wise and safe thing to do from a safety point of view. The Beamon archers were lightning fast, and Turan had witnessed five of them who had just been transferred from the country without a $%^ enemy* (Dragon!) yesterday. &*$The lord of the bookstore actually glided directly against the wind and flew towards Shabak with great might, but was shot in the air.

The underground tunnels were quickly dug into a cone, and the Crypt Clan had been working with the extremely strong frozen soil of the Demon Realm for many years, and it was easy to use their digging skills on the soft Aegean soil.

Daniel was the first to go down into the tunnel, ready to take over the boss's job and continue digging forward.

"Remember, don't dig too far forward, just enough for the five of us to stay inside." Team Leader Johnson opened his mouth unexpectedly, and he stopped Daniel with his scythe main claw and whispered a command.

The two old subordinates at the head remained silent and continued to maintain a vigilant posture, as if they had long understood that he would say this.

Turan's compound eyes lit up, and she suddenly understood why Jon-Sen was the oldest Crypt Volunteer, while the Crypt Shooter who entered the Danube earlier was missing.

"Head, do you mean to let us hide underground and be shrinking models?" Qiang-Daniel, who had just come from China, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly let out a low roar, glaring at his team leader: "I want to reflect your war-fearing behavior to the above, you coward, you really don't deserve to add 'strong' in front of your name as an embellishment!" ”

"Mouthy boy!" The team leader grinned and grabbed Daniel's jaw with a sickle claw, and the hollow left eye that had just been shot blind half a month ago approached the stunned compound eye: "If you still want to go back alive, do it immediately according to my instructions!" ”

"Listen to the head, Daniel!" Turan was afraid that the young man would do something stupid because of his excessive blood: "Anyway, the death hunt game is only played during the day, as long as we stay up until the evening, we can call it a safe day." Don't make trouble for everyone, we are not here to work for the Sea Clan, there will be a battlefield for you to play in the future! ”

The Female Crypt is an unspoken rule of the battlefield that both Beamon archers and crypt shooters are abiding by, and as soon as Champa rises, Beamon and Crypt, who are engaged in a game of death hunting, will automatically die down, and no one will break this rule even if they pass by.

In fact, it's not just a death hunt game, as soon as it gets night, the automatic transition to peace outside Shabak City has been tacitly accepted by all Beamon and Sea Clan.

The Sea Clan will hold large-scale concerts under the city every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and use the deep octave dolphin sound to let Beamon experience what magic sounds are up close. On the other hand, Beamon chose the second, fourth, and sixth days to open the four cities, and publicly screened the live broadcast of Diwei in the open suburbs, which was free for the Hai Clan soldiers to watch.

The gentlemanly demeanor shown by the two rival camps is very enviable to the demon shooters, and every time the siren concert starts, a small number of Beamon warriors will come over to enjoy the live performance, but there will never be a sea warrior who relies on more people to deliberately hurt them; And Bimond Diwei has never taken out the "Battle of Witherspoon", "Shabak Air Battle" and "Battle of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows" and other live events of the defeat of the Sea Clan's army to humiliate the Sea Clan and fight psychological warfare, they show live action scenes that have nothing to do with the Sea Clan, such as the "Battle of the Underground Scorched Salt Marsh" and the "Battle of the Southern Cross Star God's Domain", and occasionally add one or two self-portraits and self-performances of the Beamon Kingdom Divine Comedy Shaman.

Like the Sea Clan warriors, the demon shooter is very fond of Beamon's Diwei, especially the story drama "The White-Haired Girl", the white-haired girl who plays the white-haired girl Xi'er on the element screen has really earned enough tears from countless hot-blooded men, and the Beamon Divine Comedy Shaman, who plays the villain Shiren-Huang, has made countless people obsessed.

Turan obviously knew that this Beamon Shaman was the butcher who had killed countless people, but somehow, after watching "The White-Haired Girl", she was still incorrigibly infatuated with this silver-eyed traitor, and even imagined countless times that when he slaughtered the demon compatriots in the four cities, he was also like the "White-Haired Girl" without $%^ enemies* (dragon!). &*$ The book house sorted out the slave owner Shiren-Huang, wearing a luxurious and straight leather trench coat, knocking politely on the door in the middle of the night, and taking off the white gloves one finger after entering the door, while admiring the oil paintings on the wall and the sculptures in the room, while not forgetting to praise the master's artistic accomplishment and the beauty and dignity of the hostess; Or take off the bone flute hanging on the wall and play a famous song yourself; Or have a glass of ale with the host to discuss the philosophy smoothly, even if you kill people, you still exude a noble elegance and calmness.

"You're still not a demon?"

A roar of rage frightened all of Turan's reverie.

After the jaw was freed, Daniel, who seemed to have softened, showed impulsiveness that caught the team leader Jon-Sen off guard.

"Retreat now!" The leader drew four spears like lightning and stabbed them into the buttocks with great skill, slashing his limbs and feet backwards.

Turan and the other two colleagues also hurriedly followed, if there was a Beamon shooter lurking in the weeds that were more than a meter deep in the vicinity, Daniel's roar would have undoubtedly sent the Boulder team into the abyss of death.

I'm really afraid of something!

A feathered arrow that came almost close to the earth, with a piercing sound and flickering blazing flames, pierced through the stunned Daniel, and the arrow stabbed through his abdomen from under his front paws, bursting out a cloud of flame fragments that sent his huge body flying.

The remaining four crypt shooters were worthy of old fritters, and they caught the immediate threat by pure feeling, and with a lift of their butts, they spewed out the throwing spears that had already been prepared, and beautifully intercepted the four deadly feathered arrows that came in a row at a low altitude.

The battle between the high-level archers was like a white horse passing through a gap, and arrows and flying spears came and went in the low air, and in less than a moment, the slightly slower crypt shooters fell by two. Mori was hit by two arrows, and Turan was hit by three arrows, but they were not critical, and they were just ordinary Adamantite Feather Arrows.

Rolling on the spot, Sen and Turan quickly dodged behind the huge body of the isolated robe, and their elytra also spread out, releasing the carnivorous ladybugs they had raised.

If you just said that you would have been able to dig a tunnel and run away, now that you are on the ground, you will definitely die if you turn around and escape.

Beamon's archers are all duos, and at one point the killing range is extremely long, and Turan and Sen can judge the enemy's position based on the trajectory of the arrows, but they can't estimate whether their spears will be able to shoot the opponent; Since their hard carapace could not act as a shield, the best way to deal with these Beamon archers was to dig a field trench to counteract the power of the opponent's arrows as much as possible.

That's what Sen and Turan meant by letting these carnivorous ladybugs out, they didn't expect the carnivorous ladybugs to kill their enemies, they just wanted to use the ladybugs' momentum to attract the attention of their opponents, so as to buy themselves a little precious buffer time.

After the two crackling sounds of arrows, Sen and Turan's digging movements became faster. They knew that the ladybugs they had released must be finished, and from the sound of the arrows bursting, the Beamon shooter shifted his bearings again.

"Head, the opponent is very high!" Turan's limbs and feet tugged hard, and finally pushed a large pit on the ground, and he leaned down and said to the sweaty Sen on the other side.

"It was the iron arrow that just shot Daniel!" Sen hid behind the corpse, his voice was a little nervous, he had been on this battlefield for not a day or two, and he knew what kind of character it was to be able to use the willow iron feather arrow, this rare and uncommon enemy who could rub flames with the air was $%^ (Dragon!) &*$The book house sorts out the metal feather arrows, only those who are scarce in number and have excellent archery skills are qualified to use them!

Unlike the Venus archers, these skilled archery Haus likes to use their skills to take advantage of their opponents. That's a good thing, at least for now, Sen and Turan don't have to worry about being blown up by powerful arrows. At the same time, this is also a bad thing, because the Divine Arrow Tetsuqin is an extremely terrifying death hunter even if he uses the conventional feather arrows.

Neither Sen nor Turan wanted to be collected by the Sea Clan, who came to clean the battlefield at night, whistling and happily plucking the adamantite arrowhead from their corpse.

Before the two of them could figure out anything, both crypts found that they seemed to want to sleep a little, and their bodies seemed to be lying naked on the wilderness of the night of the Demon Realm, cold to the bone marrow.

"It's over...... Beamon's archer actually began to use poison......" The crypt sniper "Boulder" Qiang-Sen, who first arrived in Danube to support the Sea Clan, swallowed his last breath bitterly, his shell armor with two feathered arrows was rapidly turning bright red - a typical symptom of the Medusa family's highly toxic "Seven Steps Peach Medicine" attack.

This sniper and counter-sniper battle is just a small microcosm of the Aegean battlefield.

What everyone didn't expect and didn't dare to think about was that in the month from September to October, the demons actually increased their military support for the Sea Clan, in addition to the Black Destroyer, they sent high-level crypt shooters to join the Sea Clan camp, but they all had little effect.

During this period, although the Sea Clan and the Terran on the front line of the Valley of Forgotten Worries did not break out again in a large-scale group attack and defense, the magic forces of both sides have not stopped, as long as the incense curtains fold the black starry sky every night to show potholed smiling faces, the sea and land mages will bombard each other at a fixed location.

This kind of magic duel is destined to yield no results, because the mages on both sides use the most fancy and gorgeous magic to compete with their opponents - fancy magic is the best way to demonstrate the mastery of elemental manipulation, but it is not the most lethal, and it is perfect for mutual competition among fellow mages.

Interestingly, the sea and land mages were able to cooperate so tacitly without any form of communication beforehand, as if they had a heart, they invariably adopted this very gentle and very gentlemanly way of fighting.

Ordinary warriors on both land and sea also appreciated this rare magical battle.

In the deep and bright starry sky, thousands of brilliant and dazzling magical halos rise and fall, these mysterious natural elements are interwoven into abstract art patterns, and even the Leonid meteor shower that erupts from time to time in the golden autumn of Hayber is no longer spectacular!

Similar scenes can be seen in many battles throughout the ages, where the opponent who fought for his life one moment may greet him with a smile the next moment through the trenches; This is true of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, and the same is true of Shabak, which shows that no matter how much humanity and goodness are exterminated on the battlefield of precariousness and flesh and blood, the yearning for good things in the bones of intelligent beings and the optimistic spirit of reconciling a boring life will never be accompanied by killing and thirty annihilation.

This is the quintessential "battlefield culture".

On 21 October, a fundamental and decisive change finally took place in the continental pattern that had been a cold war for a long time.

Two large-scale battles, in which the news was strictly blocked in advance, caused the flames of war and the smoke of gunpowder to once again cover the horizon.

It is worth noting that both of these wars turned out to be closely related to the same person.

That man was Rommel.