Before Commander Mu could finish speaking, the Great Qin soldiers in brown leather armor behind him had already rushed to the puppet in front of him, clenching the spear with both hands with a large attack range, and stabbed straight into the chest of the puppet guard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These soldiers have been trained by the two commanders, and under the training of Commander Mu, they not only move much faster than before, but also attack with much greater strength.

And the reason why they use spears is specially instructed by another "sect leader......

Click!

The silver spear head stabbed into the puppet's chest mercilessly, and the Great Qin soldiers shook their hands, only to see the puppet that was stabbed, and suddenly fell to the ground weakly, half-kneeling and convulsing.

No one knows the structure of the puppets better than the mechanics, and under the guidance of Shen Wenchong, these Daqin people who have come to take revenge have even completely crushed the regular army in terms of technology and efficiency against the puppets!

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers had already dealt with twenty-seven machine dolls, and when all of these killing machines with dual swords fell to the ground, only one Great Qin man was slightly injured in the arm......

"This ......"

Seeing that the situation was not good, several human soldiers behind immediately turned around and fled. But as soon as they turned around, they saw that the short officer they had just laughed at had already ghostly appeared behind them!

"Want to run?" There was undisguised anger in Commander Mu's voice.

In a flash of silver light, the three soldiers whose legs had been cut off fell to the ground and howled wildly, dragging their discarded legs with their arms, struggling to crawl forward, leaving long blood marks behind them.

"You cowards, you also have the face to claim to be soldiers?"

Looking at the three people crawling on the ground like mourning dogs, Commander Mu spat contemptuously, strode forward, waved the murderous long sword in his hand, and simply cut off the heads of the three soldiers!

With a kick that kicked away the dead head that had rolled to his feet, Commander Mu turned to look at the two groups of soldiers who had just arrived, as well as the remains of the puppets that had fallen on the street, and said loudly:

"Come with me and destroy the encirclement on the east side."

"Yes." The soldiers immediately followed.

Although he had just arrived in this area from the village of the Great Qin people, just looking at the tragic situation of the river of blood on the other side of the street, Commander Mu, who was experienced in battle, had already judged the current battle situation and found a way to deal with it.

Since those guys want to surround the main building of the lower city, what they have to do is to find a way to destroy this encirclement.

As long as you rely on the intricate buildings here as a cover, you don't have to worry about the enemy army using long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows, and Commander Mu, who came from the regular army, is also very familiar with the tactics of that army.

"They're not fast, march fast now!" Commander Mu roared in a low voice.

The small officer was well aware that in such a clean-up operation, the army would kill all living creatures in their path.

Take advantage of those guys' search for houses and maybe break through their encirclement!

……

At the same moment, on the other side of the lower city, two soldiers who were walking through the cross-shaped alley, as Commander Mu expected, slaughtered several unarmed old men, and then raised their crossbows and shot through the body of a white cat that was fleeing.

The white cat fell to the wall, its soft body kept twitching, and seeing this scene, the two red-eyed soldiers stepped forward with a cruel smile, raised the big knife in their hands and chopped it down.

"Don't want to run...... soldier standing on the left looked down at the decapitated cat corpse on the ground, gritted his teeth and laughed: "Kill you all!" ”

But they didn't have long to rejoice, when they heard an unusually hoarse voice above them, like a faint voice floating from the coffin of the ancient tomb:

"You killed the cat?"

The two soldiers didn't even have time to look up when a long, thin black shadow fell from the sky and landed behind them. The skeletal face twisted like a grim reaper.

"Die."

The painter turned around and left without looking back, putting the two delicate "utility knives" held in both hands into his sleeves, and the dark blue robe on his body fluttered slightly, but it was quite a bit of an artist's momentum.

He had barely taken two steps when he heard the desperate howls of two soldiers behind him, and the hissing of blood.

The four severed wrists slipped down the neat incision and fell on the bluestone slabs of the sidewalk, and the two soldiers looked at the bloody wrists, and knelt on the ground in severe pain to pick up the severed hands that had fallen to the ground with their mouths, looking like wild dogs fighting for food.

Listening to the screams behind him, the corners of the artist's sunken mouth raised a shallow smile, and he walked quickly through the blood-drenched alley back to the open street ahead.

As soon as he stepped onto the street, more than a dozen soldiers immediately surrounded him. Even these soldiers who were carrying out the massacre felt a subtle aura of danger when they saw this strange "humanoid skeleton", and they did not immediately move as before, but just stood on the road ten meters away, raised their light crossbow and aimed at the painter's chest:

"Hands up, hurry!"

Looking at these regular troops in front of him, the painter sighed, shook his head meaningfully, and made a hoarse voice:

"You're going to die."

"Less nonsense, raise your hands!" One of the soldiers standing at the front shouted.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a sudden dull roar at the end of the street.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble slightly, and the soldiers turned their heads in surprise to look at the west side of the street, only to see that two unstoppable tigers had already killed from the other side of the street!

The Downhill Tiger harvester with armor plates mounted on it surged in, tearing through the air with a wailing whine as thousands of blades swirled wildly in front of the vehicle. Before the soldiers could take two steps, they made close contact with the wheel in front of the harvester.

The bodies of more than a dozen people suddenly turned into plasma and minced flesh, spurting out from the spout at the back of the harvester. The two harvesters stopped steadily in front of the painter, and an old voice floated out of the machine in front:

"Come on, let's kill together!"

Hearing Shen Wenchong's words, the tall and thin man who used to be a court painter bowed elegantly, climbed onto the roof of the harvester, opened the hatch and jumped in.

"Old man, won't you get dizzy with such a drag race?" The painter looked at the rickety old man sitting on the wooden chair: "Do you want to change it to me?" ”

"Go aside, little rabbit, you weren't born when I drove the machine." Shen Wenchong glanced at the painter angrily, and before starting the harvester, he grabbed the wooden microphone and shouted: "Little girl, are you okay?" ”

"No problem." The puppet girl's cold voice came from the machine car behind: "I'm fine." ”

"Then go ahead and crush these scum!"

Shen Wenchong laughed and tightened his grip on the wooden joystick, pulling it back violently, and the heavy chariot transformed from a harvester started again, leaving two bloody marks behind the body.