No one likes jungle warfare, but mercenaries don't have a choice, and the place where no one likes is where they can get alive, and Sein has a lot of experience in jungle warfare, almost no less than the rangers among the natives.

"When you said before that our target was a 'strong man' with a height of two meters and three, I still had some doubts about how a woman could develop to that extent." Sain measured the footprints on the ground with his hand, where Vitoria had exerted his strength, and the metal boots had left a deep footprint in the soft dirt that was still visible even after four days.

What kind of strong body can a 49-yard foot support?

Sein raised his head and said to his teammates: "We have to be prepared to deal with a heavy soldier, as they provided before, the target is about two meters four or five meters tall, more than one hundred and fifty kilograms by visual inspection, equipped with heavy armor, heavy shields, heavy flail, horses, we have to deal with a living tank." ”

"Don't forget, it's a woman." One player said with a strange look on his face, "Guess how big her cup is?" ”

The group of players burst into laughter, and Sean liked the atmosphere, so he continued, "But the good news is that there are at least seven more footprints left by women with normal body proportions, and if we complete the mission, we can have fun!" ”

"That's right, we'll have a good time! I've heard that Amazonians have long legs! "The players were in a higher spirit, playing adult jokes on each other.

They're not really villains, they can't do that kind of burning, killing and looting, and those real scum were educated by the aborigines in the early game, but the Far South is a place outside the law, and they don't mind opening their own meat.

Airplanes!

A sharp arrow shot out from the shadows, and the player who said that the Amazons have long legs shrank his head instantly, and the sharp arrow aimed at his neck was shot on his helmet and bounced off, and the huge impact made him dazed for a while, but he saved his life.

"Enemy attack!" Thein shouted, "Shield! ”

Several players immediately shielded each other with shields, and gathered together to defend against the arrows that kept coming from the shadows.

"The target has taken the bait, and our babes are indeed active nearby." A smile appeared on Sein's face behind the shield, and even a sharp arrow piercing his calf didn't affect his mood.

"Who just wanted to know about my cups?" The female warrior rushed out of the forest like a giant bear that had just finished hibernation: "Heinrich sent you?" ”

Even if he got the information and portrait of the female Vittoria in advance, Sein and his teammates were still visually impacted!

This is a fierce man who is powerful and powerful!

At this time, no one cared about the samurai's cups, and everyone was worried about how hard the flail would be lifted.

Sain swallowed to himself and ordered the players, "Spread out!" Show some real skills, and the goal appears! ”

Several players changed their defensive formations and scattered in all directions, completely abandoning their defense against the arrows, and surrounded Vittoria.

Several players have a faint sheen around them, and the arrows deflect on them, making them unable to deal effective damage.

Feeling despised in the jungle, Anahota took a deep breath and took a few steps back, raising her javelin to aim at the leader who had just given the order, ready to deliver a heavy blow.

"Spotting a large number of enemies, Anahote, we are almost surrounded!" A young Amazonian warrior hastily appeared, she had been placed on guard at the perimeter, and her appearance represented that the enemy was very close.

It was a trap for Vittoria, and Anahote had long been aware of it, otherwise she wouldn't have left anyone on the periphery to spy on the situation.

Vittoria knew this, too, but she insisted on doing so, telling Anahota that this was her war and that the Amazons must withdraw from the battle if more danger arose.

The samurai wanted to let herself be captured, as this might be the only way she could really see Heinrich.

Vittoria was expelled from the army, forced to join a colonial fleet with only one-way tickets and left the earth, losing everything she had in the past, all of which were blamed on Heinrich.

She has been playing the image of a heroic warrior in the game, fearless, uncompromising, unbearable, and able to die just to be able to have a good mind, because she has nothing to lose.

The samurai is the mask that Vittoria has always shown to the outside world, it is the shell, the way of life of the samurai is the way of life that she pursues in her heart, Vittoria has been hypnotizing herself, the samurai is Vittoria, Vittoria is the samurai.

She almost succeeded, but now the culprit of the tragedy of Vittoria has appeared, and the arrival of Heinrich has made the samurai unable to understand her thoughts, and if her thoughts are not clear, the samurai will no longer be a samurai but Vittoria.

Therefore, she had to meet Heinrich, either die, or think again, and continue to drink and kill people for a good life.

"I'm Vittoria, I guess you're Heinrich's guys, I heard you're looking for me, and now I'm here!" The female warrior slammed the [Slaughter Flails] and smashed them on the enemy's shield again and again.

With the strength of a samurai and weapon proficiency, the [Slaughter Flails] are like obedient children in her hands, and smashing the opponent's shield is something she can control the angle to maintain.

Duang！

Duang！

Duang！

One bell after another as if it had been sounded!

"I like this world because there are transcendent beings here, and transcendental beings are synonymous with power, as long as you are strong enough, you can ignore the powerful and ignore the rules!" The samurai's flail slammed into one of the player's shields again in a wonderful arc in the air, and the poor shield was torn apart on the spot.

The player in the back lay lifelessly in the open space three meters away, the arm holding the shield bent into a twisted shape, and Bai Sensen's bone stubble pierced out of the skin and was exposed to the air.

There was a birdsong in the Black Forest, which was a sign that Anahote had retreated, and that there were indeed more enemies in the forest.

Sein fought the samurai only once before losing his weapon.

The star-shaped hammer had been swept away by the samurai's flail on a single contact, and Seon felt like his arm had almost dislocated, and if he hadn't let it go fast enough, he would have ended up with the guy who had been thrown into the air—the samurai had stomped the hapless man as she passed by.

Sain figured he could go straight to the pan contest.