Under the blue sky, more than a dozen battleships lined up in this way, as if they were quietly waiting for the soldiers who were about to return triumphantly to review it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On an ocean-going warship, Beretta paced back and forth on the deck, and for some reason, he always had a sense of foreboding.

As the deputy commander-in-chief of the operation, he was arranged by Hill to stay on the battleship in case something unexpected happened.

However, it was only against the lord of a small drifting island, and a full 1,500 warriors went to conquer it, including heavy infantry, archers and cavalry, all of which were available in close and distant combat, and equipped with large siege equipment such as trebuchets, Beretta could not think of any other accidents.

However, as time passed, the uneasiness and panic in his heart continued to rise irrepressibly.

While he was anxiously waiting, there was a sudden roar of thunder in the originally bright sky.

Beretta subconsciously looked into the sky, but he didn't see any lightning and thunder, but where did that huge roar come from?

After waiting anxiously for a while, just as Beretta was about to send someone to Drifting Island, dozens of blood-stained figures suddenly appeared on the shore.

And when Beretta's heart couldn't help but shake slightly, those panicked guys seemed to be Hill's warriors.

Seeing the dozen or so warships leaning on the shore, the figures who fled one after another were all relieved, but they still did not dare to delay in the slightest, like a drowning person grasping the life-saving straw, rushing forward desperately.

As the dozens of blood-stained figures frantically fled towards the ship, Beretta knew that the worst prediction in his heart had already come true.

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"Whew...... Whew......"

Looking at the death-like figures behind him gradually turning into blurred black dots, Branville also gasped fiercely.

The desperate running before had almost drained all his physical strength, and his lungs seemed to be scorched by flames, and even the breath he exhaled was hot and hot.

Branville felt like a burning fireball in his body, constantly swimming around, as if it was about to tear every piece of flesh and blood from his body.

The originally square face was now covered with an extra bloody wound. In the previous rounds of shelling, although he was lucky enough to avoid the area covered by the shells, the damage caused by the various small debris brought up by the tumbling air wave was still amazing.

The wound on his face was the one that had been cut by a broken wooden plank, and if he hadn't reacted a little quicker, the shards would have slashed not his face, but his throat below.

Drops of red blood mixed with beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from Branwell's forehead.

From time to time, there were one or two figures who also escaped from the encirclement, but at this time, whether they fought bravely or retreated and cowered, they all ran desperately towards the shore as if they had seen a ghost.

Taking a deep breath again, the heat in Branwell's chest and abdomen slowly subsided, and his legs, which were originally like lead, finally felt better.

In the shadow of death, everyone's potential will be exploded to the maximum, and as long as he thinks of those cavalrymen who are constantly wielding sabers like the Grim Reaper, Branville feels that the source of physical strength, which has been dried up, bursts out again.

When they stepped on the deck made of fine timber, not only Branville, but also the dozens of lucky fugitives who had boarded the ocean-going warship in the middle together, the boulder that had been hanging in their hearts was finally relieved.

One by one, they gasped and collapsed on the deck like a pile of mud.

"Now, can anyone tell me what really happened on the island?"

The delicate cowhide boots stepped on the deck, and suddenly brought out a "clang" sound.

Seeing Berek's figure, the bodies of the dozens of people who had just escaped to the battleship couldn't help but tense, they all knew the temper of the deputy commander-in-chief, if they made the other party unhappy, they were afraid that they would have a hard time in the future.

However, when they heard the question asked by the other party, a look of fear involuntarily appeared on everyone's faces, and then they began to talk about it.

"It's the devil, Lord Beretta, the people of this Drifting Island, they have the power of the devil......"

"It's a fireball, a fireball falling from the sky, it's the punishment of the gods for us......"

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Hearing the miscellaneous discussion of the crowd and the nonsense, Beretta also roughly figured out the situation of this war.

First, there is an extremely elite force on this drifting island, although the number is not many, but the combat power is extremely terrifying, whether it is the heavy infantry or those cavalry, they are not the opponent of the other party at all.

Second, and the root cause of Hill's death and the return of thousands of people, is that the warriors on the opposite drifting island seem to be in control of a weapon more powerful than trebuchets, which seems to be a weapon similar to artillery, but it is much more powerful than the swarthy and useless artillery in his impression.

"Where's Lord Hill?"

"I guess I died in battle......

Hearing Beretta's question, a man subconsciously answered.

"Very well, if that's the case, then why are you coming back?"

Beretta said slowly to the figure who spoke, still with a faint smile on his face, as if he was chatting about something pleasant.

Hearing the other party's words, the man was also stunned for a moment, but he didn't know how to answer, he couldn't say that he fled the battlefield to save his life.

"Whoosh-"

Just when the man was still panicking and didn't know what to say, the bright scimitar suddenly came out of its sheath, and then slashed forward with ease.

With a splash of blood, the man's body also fell down unwillingly.

"In that case, then you should die too!"

Beretta still had a faint smile on her face, and her eyes were even calmer, as if she was chatting with the other party about something pleasant, rather than carrying out a bloody killing.

And with the fall of this man, the faces of the dozens of people who had just fled to the battleship before all changed involuntarily, and the other party's next words made them all fall into the endless abyss.

"Kill them all......"

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