On the battlefield in front of the city gate, Ling Fei's appearance caught both people and ghosts by surprise.

Although he could hear him shouting to withdraw the army, how could Xuan Lei withdraw at this time.

The defeat is like a mountain, and at this time the battle situation is scorching, once one side is tired first, it will inevitably be taken by the other side in one fell swoop, and there is no way to return to the sky.

However, Ling Fei, who was carried away by resentment, didn't care about this, and after warning Xuan Lei, he turned around and pounced on the army of ghouls without hesitation.

Seeing this, it was impossible for the Writing Department to let Ling Fei's impulse go, and while fighting with the Bone Mage, a text binding came out and forcibly tied Ling Fei back from the city.

After Ling Fei's struggle was fruitless, the Writing Section threw him aside and continued to turn around and look at the battlefield, but unexpectedly, due to a short distraction, he was exploited by the bone mage.

A black magic fireball hit the door of the Writing Section, and at the last moment, the old city lord who suffered from a serious back injury came out of nowhere and blocked the Writing Section with his body.

When the writing department saw this, he was shocked in his heart, and instead of endless anger, he pulled back the old city lord who had helped him block this blow, and then a text barrier was erected in front of him.

"Ling Fei, if someone is killed or injured because of your impulsiveness, don't blame me for not recognizing you as a brother!" Taking advantage of the brief opportunity to have a text barrier defense, the Writing Section glared at Ling Fei.

Then, when the barrier was broken, the writing department once again devoted itself to the battle.

At this time, the old city lord who had been bombed with a dark face lay on the ground, spoke slowly, and said to Ling Fei calmly: "The battlefield is not a child's play, war is never a one-person thing, do you understand?"

After hearing this, Ling Fei held back the tears that were about to gush out, and said in a trembling voice: "My good brother is working hard in front, but I don't even have the ability to block the gun for him!"

As he spoke, Ling Fei slapped his head like crazy, which showed how much he hated his powerlessness and his incompetence at this time.

"Do you know why I blocked this blow for your good brother?" said the old city lord, still lying flat on the ground, "because in this war, as long as he is still standing, there is still hope!"

"What are you trying to express?"

"Don't let hope be rui......ned by your impulses," replied the old lord calmly, "I don't advise you on what to do, I just want to tell you...... War is not something that can end in a day or two...... You know. ”

yes, are you too impulsive?" Ling Fei couldn't help but think.

As early as before, the Writing Department had also warned itself that if it could, it would master the power of rampage as soon as possible, but if you haven't done it yet, what qualifications does you have to be incompetent here.

Ling Fei slowly got up and shook his head with a wry smile.

Fighting side by side with good brothers? No, I don't deserve to be ...... right now.

However, one day, I will take back all these lost things with my own hands! One day, I will definitely grow into a strong man who can take charge of himself.

This is a promise, a promise to yourself, this is an oath, a declaration to heaven and earth!

"That...... Can you lift me up, I'm ...... I can't get up by myself...... "The old city lord with a dark face, always lying on the ground, unable to move, presumably, the back injury should be aggravated......

Ling Fei looked at this city lord who was still a virtuous senior one second, but turned into a mentally retarded old man the next second, and couldn't help but feel a burst of contempt, that kind of contempt from the heart.

Then he stepped forward and reached out and picked it up from the ground......

"Damn!ah!you**, I*you**, you can't be light......" After the poor old city lord was helped by Ling Fei to sit down, he sighed and continued, "Alas, people really don't rely on their muscles and bones......

"Xuan Lei, be careful!" the city lord could only hear the text section above the city shouting loudly at the battlefield below the city.

It turned out that Xuan Lei was leading the team to take the lead in fighting with the army of ghouls, but the red-haired evil ghost hidden in the shadows suddenly attacked Xuan Lei!

Caught off guard, Xuan Lei was hit by a claw, and he was slightly injured, and then, he fought with the red-haired evil ghost!

The army of ghouls, who had lost Xuan Lei's fierce general, faced the exhausted city guards, and gradually attacked as if they were breaking through the bamboo.

Slowly, the city guard began to suffer casualties that had been rare since the war......

Above the city gate, only one person from the writing department was left to fight with the bone mage iron pot, and the old city lord had already been defeated.

On the frontal battlefield under the city, Xuan Lei was entangled by the red-haired demon again, and he couldn't get out of the backup for a while.

Due to the continuous expansion of casualties, the city guard gradually had a tendency to lose morale and the formation was defeated.

Fengjin Town...... It's time for the most critical!

Seeing the danger under the city, the Writing Section instantly sent a text barrier in front of him, and then the rain-down energy arrows shifted their targets and attacked the ghouls who were entangled with the city guards.

Although this move solved the urgent need at the city gate, the text department itself was seized by the enemy's bone mage, and a series of black magic fireballs directly broke through the word barrier that was not very defensive.

At this time, it was too late for the Writing Section to evade and defend again, and only heard "Boom Boom", and after a series of explosions, the Writing Section was completely black, spitting blood from its mouth, and was seriously injured.

He hurriedly climbed to the top of the city again, ready to continue the battle, but the bone mages under the city had already turned their target to the city guards, and a series of black magic fireballs were ready to attack!

Facing the battlefield that is about to collapse on the whole front, the text subject is about to crack, but at this time, he is already seriously injured, exhausted, and wants to make a move, but there is nothing he can do.

He turned around and looked at the remnants of the defeated soldiers on the city wall, and he was unwilling!

Fengjin Town obviously hasn't done his best, and there are still many hole cards that haven't been taken out, how can he lose like this!

It's not that the writing department hasn't thought about it, and wants to call the bloody hand seniors to help, but the bloody hand is just a remnant soul after all, even if the combat power is superb, it is also borrowing his own body.

And in the face of the ghost clan with spiritual consciousness as the source, the body with the remnant soul is very likely to have problems, and in serious cases, it will even be taken away.

The writing department, which had almost nothing to do, shouted at the city weakly: "Aozhong, aren't you going to make a move!"

Since he learned from Dong Ergou that Aozhong did not give up, the writing department always believed that he must be watching the battlefield from a corner.

After all, he is also one of the few people who can forcibly stop Ling Fei from going berserk, and his current combat power is not too much to describe as unfathomable.

Therefore, the Writing Department firmly believes that he must be the one who can turn the tide!

When the words were finished, the city was still quiet, unremarkable, as if to announce the dashing of hope......