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The fishy stench of the quagmire mixed with the smoke and fire spread to everyone on both sides of the strait, like an invisible soul, constantly infiltrating their bodies, and it was cold to the bones.

Xiao Zuohan was silent, and the soldiers were silent. Silent anger grows and spreads in the heart and permeates the whole body.

The Wikipedians have no regard for life and no fear of death, but the Yun people's behavior makes them feel ashamed from the bottom of their hearts.

The Yun people used their own death to save the 5th Legion. Powerful Wikipedians actually have to rely on the sacrifices of their allies to survive?

The pontoon bridge has been destroyed, there are still 12,000 soldiers left here, and Romu and the others are separated from each other, what awaits them? Not at this time. But Xiao Zuohan can test that the other party will not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to eliminate himself.

The next battle is only afraid of even more tragedy!

"Count the supplies, build a defensive line on the spot, prepare to meet the 8th Legion, and pay attention to the opponent's crossbowmen!" Xiao Zuohan gave the task in a deep voice. If Romu reacts quickly enough, it should be time to re-erect the "pontoon".

Some of the soldiers advanced into the hinterland of the headland, cutting down trees, carrying rocks and soil, and building defensive lines.

The rest of the soldiers began to clean up the corpses on the shore. It's just that after fighting for most of the day, even if the Wikipedians are physically strong, they are a little unbearable, so the cleanup is not fast.

A mangled corpse was pushed into the quagmire, most of them were Cents and Yun people, and few Wikipedians could be seen, which showed their strong strength.

Xiao Zuohan stood not far away, looking into the distance.

In the distance, there are large hills, undulating terrain, and a mighty river that flows eastward, and you can reach Yale City if you follow this river. If Romu and the others can successfully join themselves, then use the blood of Yale City to pay tribute to the souls of Lancer!

The mountain of corpses that rises high has been mostly cleared.

The soldier who carried the corpse, took off his heavy helmet and casually repeated the mechanical movements.

Suddenly, a soldier felt a flash of light in front of him, followed by a tingling pain in his throat, he snorted, his eyes widened, but he saw the corpse in his hand, holding a sharp climbing claw, and was smiling sadly at himself.

This is the corpse of a Yun people.

Blood gushed out and sprinkled on the Yun Clan's blue-gray face, making him look extremely hideous. The tall body of the Wikisoldier slowly fell, becoming a corpse on a mountain of corpses.

The living dead that had been lurking for a long time suddenly erupted, killing hundreds of Wikipedians at once, and then turned into hundreds of gray shadows, heading straight for Xiao Zuohan not far away.

Xiao Zuohan heard the shouts and roars of the soldiers, stepped backwards under his feet, and casually copied the half-mountain shield next to him and blocked it in front of him.

The Sand Python Legion is invincible in land combat, and as the commander of the legion, he is extremely skilled in shield strikes. In an instant, more than ten sharp blades of light appeared in front of him and disappeared in a flash, and the sound of clanging collisions continued to come from the surface of the shield.

Xiao Zuohan's guards roared and stopped the other assassins, and they were surprised to find that the other party was actually a scout of the Yun Clan, but the skills of these scouts became extremely terrifying, weird and tricky, as fast as lightning, and their strength was also surprisingly great, and some of them even retained penetrating wounds on their bodies, which were shocking at a glance.

Where did these Yun people come from?

This kind of speed, even the elders of the Yun Clan's Wind Hall, can't reach it, right?

After being so badly injured, he didn't die yet?

Are they still Yun people?

……

Many questions appeared in the soldier's heart, and Xiao Zuohan was also surprised:

This is clearly not the martial arts of the Yun Clan!

The heavy equipment of the Sand Python Legion became ineffective in the face of the opponent's lightning speed, even Xiao Zuohan could not get out of the siege left and right for a while, and could only hold a half-mountain shield the size of a door panel, parry left and right, and passively defend.

The Yun Clan assassin attacked violently, but it couldn't work, and he whistled for a lifetime, turned around and left, and escaped cleanly in an instant.

Xiao Zuohan looked at the direction where the other party's back disappeared, showed a thoughtful look, and did not step forward to catch up.

He could feel it, these Yun people, no! It was these assassins, who should have been controlled by some kind of power after the death of the Yun people, like a soulless shell, at the mercy of others. Otherwise, there is no explanation why their strength has skyrocketed, and they cannot be killed.

A group of enemies that can't be killed makes people a little powerless!

The question is, since the other party has such means, why does it only control the Yun people? Wouldn't it be more powerful if the Yun people were replaced by Wiki soldiers?

The more Xiao Zuohan thought about it, the more frightened he became, his heart was pounding, and he almost jumped out of his chest, and his body trembled violently, and he lost his voice:

Not good! Romu: They are dangerous!

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"Hurry up! Hurry up! Build the pontoon! Hurry up and join General Xiao and them! A few miles away, Romu was pulling the gong, urging his soldiers to build a pontoon bridge.

In the previous battle, he only heard the sound of earth-shattering, and he didn't know the fact that the Yun people were all wiped out, but he vaguely guessed that the situation of the 5th Legion was not good, so he immediately asked people to cut down trees and rebuild pontoon bridges, so that they could pass through the grass quagmire as soon as possible and join Xiao Zuohan.

Although the army led by Luo Mu was killed at the foot of the mountain, there were still 23,000 people left in the 8th Army of the Sand Python, and there were also 20,000 people in the Pan clan, and the overall strength was still very complete. But the 5th Legion was attacked while crossing the bridge, Xiao Zuohan must be extremely angry now, and if he dragged his movements, he would inevitably be scolded again.

At his urging, the pontoon bridge was built smoothly and was soon halfway through. Seeing this, Romu asked the 8th Army Corps to quickly complete the whole team and prepare to go to the bridge.

At this moment, a group of soldiers suddenly appeared in the forest behind him, wearing the armor of the sand python legion, holding a half-mountain shield, lined up in a phalanx, and walked straight towards the army.

Seeing this scene, the spearmen of the Pan clan who were in charge of the defense looked stunned, and they didn't understand how the other party could run out of the woods, could it be someone from the 5th Legion?

Stunned, these strange-looking soldiers had come to the front, and the general of the spearmen was about to ask, but found that the other party had no intention of stopping at all, but directly collided with him.

"Enemy--" The general broke out in a cold sweat, and was just about to shout the word 'enemy attack' when he noticed that the cold mid-mountain shield was suddenly raised, and the sharp bottom slashed across his chest.

The internal organs and blood flowed to the ground in an instant, and the shouts of warning stopped abruptly.

More than 3,000 soldiers wearing the armor of the god of war slammed into the spearmen in a state of confusion like a monstrous wave of great strength.

For a while, the screams continued, the spear broke, and the blood was like a wave!

Seeing this, the spearmen inside were stunned, roared like a tide, and raised their spears one after another, stabbing at the enemy who was riding the waves. (To be continued.) )