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There was a scream, and everyone fell to the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sand wrapped around all of their feet, pulling in the same direction at high speed, just at great speed. They felt like they were glued to the outside of the rocket, which was flying sideways.

Not only the people, but the entire immigration group, along with the people and the house, were moved away.

I don't know how long it took, but the thrilling high-speed sideways flight finally stopped. The sand gradually disappeared like a low tide.

When the dust settled, the people of the First Immigration Regiment looked around.

"Look! It's a four-colored phoenix mountain forest! ”

The entire 1st Migration Regiment was moved to the side of the mountain forest, next to each other. Except for the crops in the field, which were destroyed, the other buildings and people were intact. This can be used to drive a moving company...

They were in a state of bewilderment, as were the people of the other groups of migrants who were originally gathering resources in the mountains and forests. How is it that after a roar of the sand sea, a town suddenly appears? Or is it coming sideways, is the town having long legs or what's wrong?

The Sand King is gone.

"Well, have you all heard the words of His Majesty the Sand King? All stand up and act action action! ”

I don't know who shouted this, but the people of the First Immigration Group thought the same. Since the order is to grab resources, let's hurry, who dares to delay the order of the sand king?

So they picked up the guys and rushed into the forest, brandishing logging axes and pickaxes, although they were going to cut down and mine, but a group of people charged violently, and there were a large number of levels 40 and 30 mixed in it, which immediately frightened the other people, what is this horse for? Do you have a group fight?

There were still a few people from the other immigration regiments who were bold enough to step forward and ask what was going on, but suddenly they heard a soldier from the first immigration regiment shouting, "Brothers, rob!" "Immediately frightened. Bandits?

Most of the people immediately got out of the way, and let the sudden appearance of the group start to rampage, not daring to approach. However, not all, because the benefits are in sight.

"Go cut down other trees, don't you see I'm chopping?"

When encountering hard stubble, a soldier of the First Immigration Regiment was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Get out!" Don't know Lao Tzu's number? Speaking out scares you to death, the first immigrant group directly under the Sand King. ”

The man didn't show weakness either: "Isn't it the same immigration group?" Why are you dragging it like that? Sand King and Solomon are in partnership, and we are authorized by Solomon to collect them. You cut yours, I'll cut mine. ”

The warrior was furious: "Solomon is a fart, everything belongs to His Majesty the Sand King, give me a light immediately!" This mountain forest, the first immigrant group was covered. ”

Shoved as he spoke.

A gunman ran over and persuaded: "Forget it, His Majesty the Sand King didn't say that the venue would be chartered." Let's just hurry up. ”

The man sneered back, and the warrior burst into muscles to hold back his temper. was just about to leave, but he heard a whisper of scolding behind him:

"It's just an abandoned dog in Nei'an, what's crazy..."

This sentence was exchanged for cold glares from both the warrior and the gunner. The man shuddered, lowered his head and began to cut down the tree silently.

Originally, hundreds of people were in the mountains and forests, but more than 200 people poured in to grab business, and the scene was immediately chaotic. Contradictions are frequent, one after another, but fortunately it is only limited to the stage of pushing and scolding, and individual disputes are fierce, and they are also persuaded by the staff of the three darks.

Due to its proximity, the first immigration group took almost no time to go back and forth, and it was faster than any immigration group.

The contradictions, which were originally dissuaded by the people of the Three Dark Forces, escalated more and more, and scolding wars began everywhere. Because the First Emigration Regiment believed that this mountain forest belonged to His Majesty the Tsar King, all of them. And the other immigration groups were robbed of business and red-eyed, these newcomers suddenly fell from the sky with people and houses, and then grabbed resources with great momentum.

For a whole day, the Sand King did not appear, including the prototype of Yu Yan, the Sand Man and the Jackal Reaper.

As twilight falls low and nears the end of work, a grumpy warrior finally makes a move.

The soldier slashed the other party who was scolding the street to the ground with a knife, pointed a sword at him and sneered: "What is the abandoned dog of Nei'an, I don't understand it without culture, you explain it." ”

The man was clutching the wound on his shoulder, blood pouring in. Where had he ever seen such a scene, but in front of him was a level 40 professional mercenary, an elite among the soldiers, and the murderous aura that could not be concealed in his whole body almost scared him to pee, and the arrogance just now immediately ceased to exist. But how can people's attitudes change suddenly? Although frightened, he is still dying to save face.

"How dare you cut me! I am officially authorized by Solomon Company to enter Nanxing, and I am officially authorized to collect resources! Do you want to make trouble for His Majesty the Sand King? ”

The warrior was stunned for a moment, and the impulse in his brain immediately cooled. Trouble His Majesty? Forehead? Truly...

The mouth was very cheap, and the man saw that the soldier hesitated, and the more he scolded, the more proud he became, as if he had to cool out the resentment of being cut in vain: "Come on! Then cut me! has affected the cooperation of your majesty, see if you are miserable or I am miserable! Chop the grass and mud horses! Go on! ”

The warrior was bruised, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and endured.

The dispute attracted a lot of people. The three dark people began to persuade the fight, and the first immigrant regiment, which was slightly better, also stepped forward to pull the soldiers away. The priest of life quickly healed the man's wounds.

This is the end of the day.

As night fell, the 1st Immigration Corps held a meeting of cadres.

"I'm going to take advantage of the darkness of the night to kill all that stupid 13 immigrant group! Who's going with me? ”

The warrior who had slashed people in the evening yelled as he slammed his fist against the conference table.

There was silence in the room.

The representative of the gunman said: "I do not agree. Have you ever wondered if it will anger His Majesty the King of Tsar, or will it hinder his cooperation with Solomon? ”

The representative of the fighters said: "That's why I said night attack, go with a mask." ”

The silence of the crowd seems to be possible. Ordinary people can't see the hierarchy of unrecognizable goals. I don't know what I look like and I can't see the rank, if Solomon is held accountable, I don't admit it.

"What if someone from Solomon Corporation comes to stop it?"

"It's easy to do, night attack, quick rush, wait for them to notice, everything is over, and there is no proof of death."

"Kill them all? They had five groups of immigrants with a total of nearly a thousand people. ”

"If you're afraid, quit."

"I'm really afraid, I'm afraid that His Majesty the Sand King will find out and will blame us for causing trouble without permission. You think, after one night, all the other immigration groups are dead, and only we are fine, and the fool can see who did it. ”

"Let's blow up the wall ourselves, and then forge the traces of engagement, and when the other party dies, who do you say made the first move?"

"You lied to the Sand King?"

"No, a word for Solomon. Actually, it doesn't matter if it's a goof, because I remember that the king of Sand said something like this: Those foolish people who don't believe in me and don't respect me... That's how other immigration groups are described. ”

The room was silent again. It seems that if you kill them, the Sand King probably won't be angry. It's hard to guess, that sand king.

"Again, who's with me?" The representative of the fighters asked.

Everyone raised their hands.

The representative of the gunner nodded, projecting a stereoscopic projection: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a map of the five immigrant groups... Forehead? What do you mean by that? ”

"Nothing." Everyone looked at the gunman representative meaningfully, thinking, you stopped it just now, for Mao, you have already reconnoitred the enemy's deployment?

"Don't get me wrong, I was originally against it, but since everyone agrees, uh... You know what I mean..."

Everyone covered their mouths and nodded.

He pointed to the map of five groups of immigrants, with very different styles. In order to distinguish them, he gave each of the immigration groups code names.

The second immigrant group has a majority of northerners, about 200 people, with a maximum of 50 levels, and about 80 guards with an average of 40 levels;

The third immigration group is mostly Dongxing, about 150 people, with a maximum of 50 levels, and an average of 30 levels of 100 guards and 100 people;

The fourth immigrant regiment has a large number of Nanxing people, about 300 people, the highest level 30, and the average level of 120 guards is 30;

The fifth immigrant regiment is dominated by Nanxing, about 80 people, the highest level is 40, and the average level of 50 guards is 30;

The Sixth Migration Regiment has a majority of Nanxing people, about 170 people, with a maximum of 40 levels, and a guard force of 70 people, with an average of 24 levels.

The Death Priest suddenly stretched out his hand: "We want the fourth immigrant group, the most people are the lowest level, suitable." It's done in 20 minutes, guaranteed to kill faster than any of your forces. ”

It's a first-come, first-served rhythm.

Scrambling to pick the right target. The second emigration regiment went to the warriors, the third to the gunners, the fifth to the priests of life, and the sixth to the original inhabitants.