"Gunshots?!" Ofe Mondrich's knife clanged and the faces of the staff officers present turned black.

"Perhaps...... Gone off? Ouffy Mondrich comforted himself - this was not fun at all. When the craftsman suggested that a safety device should be added to such a powerful and dangerous weapon, why didn't he agree?

Luckily, there were no more noises. The generals who were still enjoying dinner looked around on the balcony, but they didn't see any great names in the soldiers' camp below.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

There was also a wisp of smoke from the barrels of the fighters' guns. Undoubtedly, they were the victors in this encounter - but now they are fleeing frantically along the road they came, led by Tan Shijian.

"In the future, when you encounter such a situation, huh, you must not fall in love with war." Tan Shijian still didn't forget to impart his experience when he led the team to run fast, "Just pinch off the tail, and leave the rest to God." ”

"Tell me! , they, yes, from, where, from?! Yes? Can anyone answer me?! It's all a bunch of rubbish! ”

Two hours later, Ofer Mondridge's face was hard to see.

An hour earlier, all he knew had been that someone had eliminated some of the outposts on the outskirts of the group, and that a small half of the group's Pink Riflemen had been killed—the two missing.

At one point, he suspected that the two missing Devil Powder Riflemen were responsible for this shocking crime. However, from beginning to end, and the rest of the world, he had only heard a single magic powder gun. How can this explain the devastated appearance of their companions from bullets?

It wasn't until the warhead was cut open and removed by the military doctor that Ouffer Mondrich realized that he had overdone it. The steel-core, copper-clad warhead is not a creation of the Western Expeditionary Army at all.

It's obviously not a creation of the Western Expeditionary Army of the Church of the Two Moons, but it's easy to think of the original gadgets of the Otherworldly that Orfe Mondridge has in his waistband. But when Offet Mondrich was in the palatial dining room from the time the gunfire was fired until the pursuing patrol soldier was found dead, he was naturally not suspicious—and there was no need.

"You, the swords and shields of your dignified Twin Moon Church, can't even find out the power of the two soldiers? Can't even confirm if they're still in the city? Are you kidding?! ”

The generals were silent, their faces pale - although the ins and outs of the matter were quite clear, the Otherworldly had come to rob two soldiers of the Pink Rifle Team under the command of Orfe Mondridge, but they and their subordinates had searched almost the entire city and could not find even the slightest clue, so it was no wonder that the director of the Western Expeditionary Army would scold.

"The guards we caught up with were killed as soon as they appeared, and none of them survived, let alone intercepted the enemy troops, please calm your anger, Lord Governor......"

"It's not that the subordinates are incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning and has disappeared into thin air in this city, and we can't do anything about it!"

With that, the generals turned their begging eyes at Marshal Rucha, who was sitting alongside Offe Mondrich, and their immediate superiors wagged their tails and begged for temporary shelter.

This detail is clear to Offe Mondridge...... However, after eliminating the mages who were dissatisfied with the Magic Lancers, there was no way he could continue to turn the guns of the conspiracy at Rucha, who was still like glue to him - there was no point, no motive, and no benefit.

"Whether they're still in the city or they're on the run, at least find out some information. So I don't think it's haunted. Offy Mondrich glanced at the generals who were covered in cold sweat for a long time, dropped the last sentence that made the generals feel relieved, and then got up and left with a heavy heart.

The enemy with a strange weapon has once again disappeared under his nose! Uffy Mondridge clenched his fists, now he is so powerless in front of the power of the otherworldly, they can swallow the military formation of tens of thousands of people on the plain in one gulp, I didn't expect these bastards with ghosts and gods to be as elusive as they are in the city, tens of thousands, oh no, hundreds of thousands of people of the Western Expeditionary Army can not even confirm whether the other party is in the city...... It's a bit of a fantasy, and it doesn't sound like a war report at all.

He rounded the corner of the castle corridor, clenching tightly on the upper incisors of his lower lip and oozing a few beads of blood. He didn't have the time, the energy, or the guts to think about what the outcome would be. What Demon Powder Rifle's tactical formation was leaked, and the formation and defense of the Demon Powder Rifle Team was mastered by the enemy, these things were far less impactful than "they came and then left".

Wherever the commander of the Western Expeditionary Army passed, the guards straightened up and saluted. Their weapons and wands were not unleashed, and their morale was not high, but even Offmontridge himself began to wonder if it was still safe. The guards between the corners of the group under the city are also trustworthy, and the combat skills are excellent, but haven't they been beaten into a cold sieve?

Human receptivity, or imagination, is limited after all. Unfortunately, the incomplete "strange story" that took place in Garcia tonight has completely broken through the lower limit of Ouffe Mondridge's SAN value.

In other words, now that an elf is boasting that it was his own doing, or that a god from another world is helping, Eufe Mondridge will not waver too much - until there is a reasonable explanation, he can only believe in the blind BB of the god.

"We're still playing, Mr. Kitzilfal said he wanted to go outside, and as soon as the door opened, the gun went off." - Private of the Magic Lance Team, Lindeno.

"Sir, we didn't receive the order to attack, we can't go out of the group, and we don't know what happened next." - Kizilfal's captain of the 100-Man team, Cashamer.

"Those enemies, they are at least ghosts! As soon as my companion burst out of the corner, he was knocked to the ground by a slash, and all I could see was the flesh gushing from the ground with my torches. Forgive me for my lack of courage, I didn't dare to take a single step forward, and it wasn't until a few minutes later that I dared to take a look at the place where the tapping sound was made, and there was no one left. "-- Guards outside the camp, Popenmutan.

Within an hour, the sweaty generals had put all the evidence they could gather on Uffy Mondridge's wooden table, and he was shocked by the lines of his own experiences and the various bullets scattered on the ground or embedded in the flesh and blood.

"Stand down." Offey Mondrich hastily examined a piece of parchment that the writer had clearly written in a trembling motion, and waved his hand helplessly. "Oh, wait a minute, please don't punish the soldiers who don't have the courage to pursue the enemy, it's not their fault, you know?"

"Maybe we're really fighting the ghosts......" He began to cover his face with his hands and said to Elena who had been standing beside him, as he watched the last of his staff members walk out of the room. I can almost confirm that the entire Western Expeditionary Army was dancing a boring circus between their left and right hands...... What exactly are they trying to do? Watch me give them a toss and catch? ”

Elena didn't speak, just reached out and stroked the messy hair of the first member of the East Elta faction.

"This war has always been in a state that I cannot understand at all...... When we are refreshed and want to storm the enemy formation and the enemy city, the edge of the avant-garde will be silently taken away by the enemy. When we tried to defend, we always fell silently...... It's been six months since I set foot on Elta's land, and I don't even know what their warriors are like except for a Otherworldly Man who has the audacity to go deep into Hilzi Harbor alone. How else can this battle be fought? ”

"O-film, don't be discouraged, maybe they're still in the city? Garcia's city was so well defended, how did they escape? ”

Elena's words also represent the thoughts of many soldiers of the Western Expedition - the Otherworlders have no escape. It was impossible for them to leap out of the tall walls, and immediately after the incident, the Wyvern Knight informed the two city estuaries to block the estuaries with boats. There is also a flying dragon knight in the sky, and no one will be able to break through such a formation, and all that needs to be done now is to search door to door, and you can sit back and relax.

"How do you escape? You'll have to ask how they got in! I can get out as much as I want, my instincts tell me that they have long since returned to their metropolis to get drunk, and their breath, their ghostly breath, is no longer here...... I...... It was a complete loss...... It's really unwilling...... What kind of magic powder rifle, Three Bridges Town, in the end, is it just a children's trick that can't even steal the teacher? ……”

Eufe Mondrich's staccato words gradually turned into sobs, the helpless wails of a child who was regarded by the enemy as a three-year-old child.

His intuition was not wrong, after eliminating the tail, Tan Shijian's team rushed all the way to wade through the water to board the river assault boat, during which they did not encounter any obstacles at all, let alone be discovered and followed by the Western Expeditionary Army again. Then the river assault boat quickly escaped from the heart of the Western Expeditionary Force at a speed comparable to that of the Wyvern Knight...... By the time Ofer Mondridge was crying, the assault boat had successfully returned to Elta's zone of control in the western part of the territory, and everyone had been successfully picked up by helicopter to reach the portal base, including the two poor Magic Lance soldiers - and their precious weapons.

On the assault boat, the two magic powder rifles were treated with an over-spec treatment that had not been seen since they were manufactured. The two Pylican boxes, lined with countless sponges, were immediately taken out by the commandos and placed in the shape of a pink rifle, which they pressed into place, and finally closed the lid and went straight to the portal base with the helicopter - better than their owners and new masters.