"Who the hell are they? It's too strong to let this group of heroes defending justice sacrifice, rush! ”

More than a dozen stragglers were completely stimulated by their inner blood, and rushed in desperately.

And on a hill in the southwest corner, the three Scout brothers of the Nighthawk Legion also witnessed the whole battle with their own eyes.

From the initial amazement, to the pessimism of the intermediate process, and then to the moment full of pride and enthusiasm.

"This is definitely a historic moment, Lord Dragon Thorn is too powerful, 8 people turned the tide, and actually killed the demons of the Bone Gnawing Legion into a pulp, quickly, convey this news to the headquarters!"

"You go and convey, I'm going to fight side by side with Lord Dragon Thorn, rush!"

The three scouts marched forward bravely, although the number was pitiful, but at the moment feelings trumped everything.

"The light will bloom!"

Brother Feng was condescending, and when he saw the scene at this moment, the flames that had been pent up in his heart for a long time were burning.

"Kill!"

More and more slaves were freed, picking up guns and fighting back from the rear.

"Nani! How did this group of damned slaves live? Bastards, turn around immediately and suppress them! ”

Centurion Tony, Centurion Mande, the war has only begun for fifteen minutes, and the earth-shattering evolution again and again shocks everyone.

They suddenly found that every time the tide of battle changed, they were trapped in a mire of passivity, until now, as if they were out of their ability and showed signs of destruction.

"Armored vehicles, line up in an attacking formation, and the rest of the people are rushing forward behind the armored vehicles, this group of cheap bones is only equivalent to a live target!"

Centurion Tony screamed, and the target shifted from the front to the rear, exhausted.

However, as in the messy situation at the moment, they have no idea who should be attacked the most.

Goofy, good luck, and Katerina, find the best position to cover and see the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

As they fought, they suddenly noticed that more than a dozen stragglers appeared in the rear, and they thought they were enemies, but they saw them aiming their guns at the scum of the bone-gnawing legion, attacking with their lives.

"Great God, we are allies, come on!"

The Skirmish squad leader made a powerful gesture, and a group of people formed a line of fire.

Brother Feng held back the enemy's attack due north, disrupting their rhythm.

On the other hand, the slave army led by the three coyotes is really the main force in the field.

These men unshackled their hands and feet, picked up weapons on the ground, and transformed themselves into charging soldiers.

Each of them carries too much shame and hatred, and the flames of revenge that these forces evolve from are terrifying.

"Lord Tony, there are too many people on the other side, we, let's leave!"

A soldier driving an armored car said in horror.

In front of him are dense, tidal waves of rebels, more and more, needless to say whether they have weapons in their hands or not, even the spectacular situation of this crowd of people also makes people tremble from the depths of their souls.

"Running Nima is a wall, our bone-gnawing army is invincible!" Tony yelled.

As soon as the words fell, there was a whoosh, and a rocket from the rear hit fatally, aimed at the butt of the armored car, the weakest part of the steel plate.

"Run!"

Frightened, Tony jumped out of the car and narrowly escaped with his life.

Of the five armoured vehicles in the camp, two have been scrapped, leaving three for their last survival.

The original team of more than 600 people has died at this moment, less than 300 people.

Flames, blood, and corpses strewn all over the ground, and they can no longer see the joyful situation of their power and fortune in the past.

Countless slaves are coming in front, and although the treacherous offensive in the rear is not violent, it is always deadly.

It seems that the Helios Gold Mine no longer belongs to their territory, but to their own burial place.

The men of the Bone Gnawing Legion are still making the last resistance, and their weapons are very advanced, bazookas, grenades can be swept through the army of slaves.

But as time went on, their warbands shrank smaller and smaller, and finally they were separated from the army of slaves no more than 100 meters, and they were firmly encircled in the middle.

There is only one armored car left, only a hundred men remain, the rockets have been exhausted, and only the doom of defeat awaits them.

This will be the first defeat of Red Flame after ruling the land of Africa.

"Surrender is your only option!"

A loud cheer came through the radio speaker, it was Li Huaifeng's voice.

"Damn reactionaries, who the hell are you, no one in Africa dares to go against General Chiyan, do you know that you have offended Tianwei and will be poked to the bones and scattered?"

Tony Centurion grinned with his teeth, he was a lackey of the devil's men, accustomed to putting his position above the dignity of others.

"That's right, including you pariahs, if you offend General Chiyan, you don't even have a chance to be a slave, he will punish you nine clans!"

The Centurion of Mandel exclaimed.

He felt that even if he was defeated and became a slave, he would have to be treated supremely.

Because, his backer is General Chiyan, the overlord of the non-land, and if he goes to heaven and earth, the adults will also avenge themselves, and no one can defeat him.

Hearing this, many prisoners, including the soldiers of the Free Legion, looked lonely.

They dared to fight back against the scum of the Bone Gnawing Legion, but they were deeply jealous of the mighty Red Flame from the bottom of their hearts.

If you can hide for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime.

On this continent, no one is Red Flame's opponent, and even if there is, they have long since died at the guns of the other party.

This has become the doomed fate of the people living in this barren land.

"Scared? Now lay down my arms, I can spare these lowly slaves from dying, and I can pay you wages, I only want the lives of these invaders! ”

Captain Tony Centurion coerced and seduced, he felt that he had the confidence to manipulate the life and death of these people.

"That's right, General Red Flame's men and horses are rushing here, if you don't surrender now, you won't survive tomorrow!"

The Centurion of Mandee was aggressive and could see that the situation was showing signs of loosening in the field.

At this time, even a dozen or so newly joined stragglers subconsciously lowered their heads, feeling that their future was bleak.

If you resist, you will die at the end of the world, or you will die.

"Great God, dare to ask your honorable name, do you have the confidence to lead us away from the pursuit of Red Flame?"

A certain soldier asked with little confidence, this is a matter of great concern to everyone.

Brother Feng stood on the tower and shook his head lightly: "Escape from the pursuit? Sorry, I can't. ”

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the field fell to the bottom in an instant.

Even this group of masters can't escape the pursuit, so what's the point of resisting?

"Because, what I want to do is not to escape, but to defeat him, I want to die of red flames!" Brother Feng added to himself.

The stern expression and clenched fists show the world that this sentence is not a joke.

"Hahaha! You're going to defeat General Red Flame? It's a big joke, you see, he's a madman, an idiot! ”

Tony Centurion looked up to the sky and laughed, feeling like the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life.

Nine adults in the audience expressed deep doubts about the veracity of this statement.

However, Bard, the leader of the Free Legion, raised his head and looked at Li Huaifeng carefully, and suddenly felt a déjà vu, and wondered: "Hero, I seem to have seen you, can you tell me your name?" ”

"Dragon Thorn!" Li Huaifeng said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, Tony's laughter came to an abrupt end, and the playful expressions of countless lackeys laughing and scolding stopped instantly, and even his breathing seemed to become cautious.

In the huge field, only the whirring wind echoing in the mountains and fields and the thud of gasoline burning can be heard.

Dragon Thorn!

There are two names on this land that are abruptly opposite and incompatible with Red Flame.

If Red Flame is the devil and the god of death in everyone's hearts, then the dragon thorn is the embodiment of faith, hope, and hero in their hearts.

One light, one dark.

Once, the Red Flame army fought and exchanged fire with the Night Squad in the southern part of the continent, and it had already spread to all corners.

It was a one-of-a-kind, memorable battle.

The god-level team that miraculously survived in the Red Flame Fury, their scenery and deeds spread from the underground mercenary world to the world, every village, every town, and even the ears of every person who prayed for peace.

Although the dragon thorn failed and was defeated by Red Flame, before leaving, he had made a vow that one day he would return to this continent and declare war on Red Flame.