The high-powered searchlight installed in the fortress of the Mill Army was an extraordinary product, and when it suddenly turned on, the corners that escaped alone were enough for the one-eared people who were squatting on the wall to itch a little, let alone be irradiated from it. To be honest, the feeling of being hot in the sun is really uncomfortable. One-ear even vaguely thought that the Mill army would take a long time and wait until it was put in, maybe it would be able to make up for this "Imperial Contribution for Cooperative Defense" - it stands to reason that this fortress is forbidden for idle people to enter, but there is a policy and a countermeasure, isn't it? If you can settle the account, you won't be a problem.

As One-Ear had hoped, the searchlight and the interrogation took twice as long as he had come in. Holding his pocket watch and calculating the time, Duer slightly expected that the latecomers would not be familiar with the Mill Army, but generally speaking, no matter how many wasteland visitors seeking refuge in the fortress would not cause the slightest harm to the fortress, you must know that if there can be a "defense fee" like a hundred or so people in January, it will be enough for the fortress officers to share a considerable profit.

"Let them come! Double the fee! "The loudspeaker shook the eardrums.

It was the end of dusk, and howling so loudly in the wild area was tantamount to suicide. The Living Corpse is more of a generic term for the urban mutants, who are mostly radiation mutants, bloody-eyed and pale-complexioned, and extremely afraid of the sun, but when the sun sets, they spread their wings and glide through the buildings to hunt wildly, and they are revered as nightmares, or night demons. Among the others, the living corpses of the subspecies can haunt day and night, and the dark-skinned corpses with a more ferocious temperament than the hyenas. Even mosquitoes and flies have broken through genetic restrictions and grown to human-faced spiders and beaked giant flies, which are monsters that are left to flee once they form a swarm. Stronger than Adolfina and Simon, who set many restrictions and failed to attack the Living Corpse Building, don't you have to hug your head on the streets at night?

The ruins of the city at night do not belong to human beings, and for sixty years no human team dared to swagger through the city. Those who have the insight behind the barriers, those who have the leisure to compile books and record the history of mankind in the post-apocalyptic era, before they put pen to paper, are deeply shocked by the great perseverance of the ancestors who came out of the shelter in the first generation. At that time, there were only starlight, moonlight, and other than that......

The enemy of the world.

One-ear gestured to his subordinates, and everyone understood, pretending to be full of food and drink to take a walk, and the Mill army on the second-floor platform didn't bother to pay attention, allowing the dozens of people below to be divided into small groups.

The searchlight slammed shut again and again, indicating that the latecomers had arrived at the door, and the towering iron door cracked a crack to allow them in. One-eared stared at the stepper, and then his eyes lit up, wasn't that indifferent blue pupil like a member of the rookie team that the leader of the Calamity Blade was determined to devour?

If the face towel under the blue pupils will hinder the judgment, but the sparse orange-haired eagle hook nose later will never be mistaken, it must be the rookie team! Moved away from the eyes that were about to pay the guards with the money bag upside down, and moved to the third person, who recognized the face of the person with one ear and never forget, still, the fourth? Giant? The fifth? The sixth is still.

One ear exposed his front teeth and picked at it, and everyone realized that it was pulled more loosely, but it was compressing all the directions of the later people step by step. The door hasn't closed yet, and the elevator is going up, and that's gone? At first glance, the one ear thought that the battle on the leader's side must have captured some of them, and it was a bit of a skill to escape seven, but ...... It looks like this neat and tidy shirt, not like he fled in a hurry?

Either way, the Mills don't care what happens down there, as long as it's not threatening

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Threaten the fortress itself, that's free.

One-ear stood up, his hands behind his back, holding the spout of the kettle, and had just walked a few steps when he suddenly froze, not only him, but all the Dorian team members were all looking wonderful. The seventh stepped in was none other than their leader, Calamity.

"Chief?" The nearest person asked tentatively, craned his neck to see if there was anyone behind him, but unfortunately, the door slammed shut again, and it was obvious that there would not be an eighth person.

How can this unkempt body compare with the other six? If the people present were not flexible enough to live to this day with sound limbs, they would immediately figure out who was the captive of whom. Except for the sound just now, it was silent, except for the sound of "thudding" and moving.

Thirty against seven? Ah no, it's thirty-one against six.

With a flick of their necks, the Dorian team members marched forward step by step, holding water bottles, finger tigers, and daggers in their hands, while the other six also drew their sabers and formed a ring with each other, so that one person had to guard the calamity blade at such a numerical disadvantage.

"I command you to surrender at once, to this ...... The boss of the 71st Ranger Regiment surrendered...... "Seeing that a fight was inevitable, Calamity Blade slowly spit out, speaking very slowly, as if every word had been exhausted.

One ear is not slow, in fact, no one is slow, he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue with a missing corner swept over the red lip, and reminded: "Chief, remember to hide later." ”

It is reasonable that Simon wants to bring a few more people, but it is not cost-effective to think about it, according to the blind monkey, the fortress of Mill is three hundred for one person, and he only fucking collects negotiable tickets, and the bullets are counted as two yuan a piece, so he has to lose all the pants to sell, and the guards and prisoners cannot be few, not because they are worried about the living corpses, but because they are worried that the group of fools will think that there are fewer people and make riots and so on, and send their lives outside for supper.

In Simon's future plan, how can this meat delivered to the door be spit out?

So Simon also reminded: "Fallin, don't go too far. ”

The fisherman from Jonathan's village blew his nose and said, "Brother Joe said that you are very good at fighting. ”

"I didn't say that." Simon replied casually, and before the words fell, the Dorian team members on the opposite side rushed forward with a roar, and they were about to fight in an all-out fight!

Simon glanced at the Mill soldiers who were half-lying on the railing of the second-floor platform to watch the excitement, and his heart was calm. The sole of the boot moved slightly, dodged the smashed cast iron kettle on the side, and slashed his hand, simply grabbing this unlucky guy who had to be the first bird to be the first to sweep the army!

Where is the power of the High Hydra that ordinary people can bear? Simon's sweep slashed and flew four or five enemies in an instant, while the others that hit the other four's front were in great danger of overturning, after all, Simon's men were closer to soldiers, they were firearms experts, and they were a hundred meters away to kill the enemy rather than play with the street thugs.

Jonathan roared wildly, letting the knife and dagger stab him, the giant man who resisted the Black Mountain Bear Demon did not lose half a point, and his waist sank to open several people, and Marco and the others who had to take care of him had neither the blood of Hydra nor such a physique, and they were already too busy to take care of themselves. The Dorian players on the second line gathered all their sharp blades and immediately took off their hands and flew like rain!

"Buzz!" When more than a dozen short knives saw that they were about to stab Jonathan in the ribs, they were suddenly quiet

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Stop in mid-air, don't wait to be stunned, that is, in the panic, turn around and stab in reverse! For a while, there was a miserable howl.

The screaming abuse bundled in the fingerless gloves was no longer reserved, the purple blood was surging wantonly in the veins, and when the ancient and wild feeling of pain suddenly rose from his mind, it was like this gamble, exploding! Burst! Every time Simon punches, it explodes! Boom! But someone is standing in his way?

No!

In an instant, within a few meters of Simon's body, all the enemies were suddenly empty, and what did not wait to change course could only be a painful blow! Crackdown! The fighting fists in the army are straight down, and this prayer is not Simon's fist! His opponent is already a few meters away, and if he is powerful, he will be manic if he does it with all his might!

The hurricane blew by, and the enemy in front of the front line was actually blown away by the army's brown figure, touching a star and a half, and he covered his stomach and groaned without breaking his tendons or bones.

Forward!

In an instant, the time was reversed for less than half a minute, and Falpin, who was about to help his fist, looked at the calamity blade he should hold, and muttered, "Hey, stand by yourself?" If you want to do it with your hands and feet, I'll break your three legs! ”

The calamity blade, who had been beaten twice, nodded bitterly again and again, watching that even the people who had specially brought him to guard him had broken straight into the battle group, it was really a gun slaughtering dogs and sheep, only listening to the barking of dogs and no one fell. In an instant, Simon rushed left and right, and the rest was left for the last five to sweep the tail, not to make up the knife, but to help. Make sure they don't die!

He's Hydra! Hydra！ Even the hero Hercules is a beast that has almost fallen short!

The high-powered searchlight installed in the fortress of the Mill Army was an extraordinary product, and when it suddenly turned on, the corners that escaped alone were enough for the one-eared people who were squatting on the wall to itch a little, let alone be irradiated from it. To be honest, the feeling of being hot in the sun is really uncomfortable. One-ear even vaguely thought that the Mill army would take a long time and wait until it was put in, maybe it would be able to make up for this "Imperial Contribution for Cooperative Defense" - it stands to reason that this fortress is forbidden for idle people to enter, but there is a policy and a countermeasure, isn't it? If you can settle the account, you won't be a problem.

As One-Ear had hoped, the searchlight and the interrogation took twice as long as he had come in. Holding his pocket watch and calculating the time, Duer slightly expected that the latecomers would not be familiar with the Mill Army, but generally speaking, no matter how many wasteland visitors seeking refuge in the fortress would not cause the slightest harm to the fortress, you must know that if there can be a "defense fee" like a hundred or so people in January, it will be enough for the fortress officers to share a considerable profit.

"Let them come! Double the fee! "The loudspeaker shook the eardrums.

It was the end of dusk, and howling so loudly in the wild area was tantamount to suicide. The Living Corpse is more of a generic term for the urban mutants, who are mostly radiation mutants, bloody-eyed and pale-complexioned, and extremely afraid of the sun, but when the sun sets, they spread their wings and glide through the buildings to hunt wildly, and they are revered as nightmares, or night demons. Among the others, the living corpses of the subspecies can haunt day and night, and the dark-skinned corpses with a more ferocious temperament than the hyenas. Even mosquitoes and flies have broken through genetic restrictions and grown to human-faced spiders and beaked giant flies, which are monsters that are left to flee once they form a swarm. Stronger than Adolfina and Simon, who set many restrictions and failed to attack the Living Corpse Building, don't you have to hug your head on the streets at night?

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