On the way down the ridge, flags were raised in the air, and the ancient Toulus people sounded the horn of attack.

Look at the ice tiger, several feet long, hideous face, sharp claws, bloodthirsty instinct, enough to tear any prey.

Look at the knight of the Toulus tribe again, wrapped in silver, full of energy, and full of fighting spirit, driving the cold ice tiger under him like a dragon out to sea, unstoppable!

However, there was only one weak-looking young man standing in their way.

His hairstyle is a very ordinary literary style, and what he wears is just a casual outfit, even if there is a difference, it is the gun in his hand.

The people of Toulouse don't understand that the opponent's stubborn resistance would be in this way, calling a literary and artistic young man to send him to death?!

However, they do not mean to be dismissive, because for a warrior, even if the opponent is weak, he should be treated with corresponding respect, he is fighting our iron hooves with his own strength!

However, what makes people feel particularly ridiculous is that under a big tree not far away, the companions of the literary and artistic youth are eating breakfast indifferently, ignoring everything that is happening around them.

Don't they think it's a shame to abandon their partners?

"Humph!" The people of Tulouse were so enraged that they even vowed to arrest these black-hearted villains and torture them to extract confessions.

On the other side, Yang Jian and the others were enjoying steaming coffee as an after-dinner refreshment.

"Brother Jian", Old Hans looked over there with some concern, "Will something happen to him?" Would you like to let Kaede go? ”

"No need", Yang Jian raised his hand, half-squinting his eyes to enjoy the mellow aroma of the snow-topped coffee.

"My own puppet, I know it in my heart", Yang Jian didn't look at the situation over there, and seemed to know everything well.

This puppet is a new generation of war lord invented by Dr. Doug, and after a long period of actual combat practice, his skills in shooting have reached the stage of three S's, that is, its combo rate has reached more than ninety-nine percent, and some experimental data even shows that even if he can hit hundreds of combos, it is not surprising enough.

Looking over there, the Toulouse warriors attacked, surging towards Badistan in a tidal formation.

There was a thunderbolt in midair, and Badistan's gun rang out.

The gunfire began to drizzle like a long and continuous rain.

Gradually, the gunfire became more and more rapid, like a pouring rain, devastation.

At the last moment, it was like a metal storm, and the blood sealed the throat, and there was no grass.

The cavalry of the Toulouse tribe, like cutting wheat, fell to the ground one after another, and the cold ice tiger, who had lost his eyes, became irritable and fled in all directions, which directly led to the discouragement of the army.

This headshot maniac Baddistan has extremely accurate marksmanship, his gun only hits the eyes of the cold ice tiger, and he must hit the snake seven inches!

A large group of men and horses of the Ice Tiger Knights, after encountering a strong resistance, panicked and hurriedly fled towards the ridge.

One by one, bad news reached the ears of Avalanche Rabina, hearsay and even spread, that the expeditionary force of the Belmar Empire had reached the bottom of the ridge, and the next target was the ridge camp.

"Hurry up and inform Patriarch Buwanga! Orange War Alert! All the men of the Ridge Camp gather and follow me to meet the enemy! ”