Zhou Yu's mind was not understood until the last moment. Of course, they can't be blamed for their stupidity, after all, the aborigines of the Borderlands have no experience in comprehensive consideration, overall planning, rational use and research and analysis.

"Hide a lot, line up the ape trees, ten in each row. Alternate standing positions, ten columns. Listen to my orders in a moment, and when you fight, all the ape trees will throw stones at the valley in front of me, don't hesitate, don't be ambiguous, and just throw it away. After one row is thrown, it retreats, and the next row replaces and continues. ”

"Taishan, disperse the cannons, strategically shift to the south, east, and west, open a safe distance, and aim the muzzles of the cannons at the ape tree. When I let you fight, I will be beaten to death. ”

The front part of Tarzan can be understood, but the back is a little puzzling. Using the ape tree as a trebuchet and attacking the Knights of the Spire with stones is a good idea, but why aim your elven allies with a cannon? Is it a deterrent chosen for fear that they will be lazy?

"Your Highness, then, what ape tree withdrew?"

"Pull back and run back, run as far as you can, if they don't want to be killed!"

Kurata's nose popped up again, and the scene of leveling the mountain just now appeared in front of him. No one wants to be an enemy of these fiery monsters, and since Sorento said to run, he should run as fast as he did in a cave room, absolutely right.

Zhou Yu didn't want to give the Knights of the Spire too much time to think, he had heard and seen too many stories of long nights and dreams.

"Hide a lot, fight!"

The leisurely Metropolitan Governor turned his back to the battlefield, and saw countless towering trees bow and longitudinal branches, and stones as big as a crushing plate roared out, trembling happily under his feet, and flying through the earth and sand on his head.

Phew, blah, got a face of sand. Next time, I have to let 139 put those parasols in the base on his head, don't do this kind of open-air.

The minaret was about four or five hundred meters away from them, just within range of the ape tree, and the sudden stone attack was obviously a big surprise to them. Even in the midst of the hunting wind, most of the governors could hear the terrible screams.

Obediently, so many stones flew over, and if I didn't build a pyramid for you, it would be enough for you to drink a pot. Zhou Yu pursed his lips, took a sip of tea, stood up and stretched.

Second row, third row...

Ten Columns of Ape Trees used their wild strength to mercilessly assume the role of catapults. However, they have a longer range, more amazing brawn, and more destructive power than catapults.

A hurried beat of drums came from the enemy camp. Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes and saw several black lines spreading down from the hills.

"It's coming! Remove! Hide more, let the ape tree retreat quickly! ”

Just now, he was still drinking afternoon tea, and the governor who sang ten should not quickly turn over and get into the car, twisted the accelerator a few times, and ran away.

Kura stood in place, his face bewildered. Is this His Highness Sorento? How do you run away faster than a rabbit?

"I said Your Highness - wait for me!"

Zangduo's little short legs chased after Zhou Yu's quad bike, not to mention that this old boy ran quite fast.

The ape tree retreated in all directions, quickly hiding in the jungle. Under the ambush on all sides, there is an empty field, and no one knows what kind of killing opportunities are hidden behind the valleys and hills.

When the Knights of the Spire were attacked, the leader reacted quickly and gathered all the living forces to attack this place. In the absence of a stick of incense, two thousand people occupied the basin where the ape tree had attacked just now.

"Tarzan, call me!"

Rumble!

Boom, boom!

In the past, there were large swords that cut off the heads of devils, and now there are cannonballs blooming at the feet of the cavalry of the minaret. For a moment, the shattered corpse flew up to a height of about ten meters, and the dust and debris raised blocked all view. In Zhou Yu's eyes, it seemed that he saw a stave, and those tadpoles were crawling around on the score, playing a sad song of the minaret.

The minaret must not have imagined that he had no choice but to be attacked. Why is it said that he has no choice, he can only be chosen. First of all, if he can't shrink back, those stones will continue to fall, and there will be heavy casualties, and if he doesn't move, he will definitely be wiped out.

But where to move? Once the line of defense was torn open, the enemy would have a chance to take advantage of it, and their plan to cut off reinforcements would fail when the killers entered. Therefore, there is only one direction to shift, and that is to kill.

However, the result of the killing is the tragedy in front of you. Dozens of * guns came from all directions, treating them as live targets, and it was completely a shooting practice course, with themselves being the blue side and others being the red side.

5,000 people, just now the stone rain broke half of it, and now it has lost more than half under the artillery fire. The minaret reins its horse, its hooves spinning in circles from the ground.

It turned out that he was the Spire, the general under the Water King who was best at hilly warfare. Zhou Yu hid on a hill not far away, observing silently.

"Up! Marines, follow me! ”

The Marine Corps in Zhou Yu's mouth actually only had 200 people. As the guardian force of artillery, they bear the important role of protecting * artillery and cleaning up the battlefield. At present, the enemy has less than 500 people left, and he is panicked and anxious, so when will he not charge at this time?

The Metropolitan Governor and Taishan rushed to the front, and on the two motorcycles, Zhou Yu held a fire hammer and Taishan carried a double knife.

"That garbage is left for you, Tarzan! Hand me the minaret! ”

Zhou Yu licked his lips, and the fishy smell came, it was the smell of blood. The closer you get to the battlefield, the more bloody it becomes.

"Whoever comes, report your name!"

"Report your uncle!"

With a "bang", Zhou Yu shot over, and the minaret fell off the horse. However, the general under the command of the Water King was not a homogeneity, he turned over and stood up, and the steel axe in his hand quickly adjusted its direction and aimed at the strange carriage.

Zhou Yu guessed that at this time, his psychological shadow area should be growing exponentially, and he didn't understand the origin of the firearm in his hand and couldn't see through what mount he was riding. Fortunately, the steel axe of the minaret just now was lifted horizontally, blocking most of the empty space in his chest, otherwise he would have become a dead corpse by now.

"Hidden arrows hurt people!"

The minaret let out a loud shout, and rushed over with a plate axe in each hand, and the momentum was really a bit inappropriate.

The Metropolitan Governor jumped off the quad bike, threw the fire gun in his hand and pulled out a single-edged knife from his back, this knife was turned over by him from the armory of the No. 1 base, although it is not an inch long and an inch strong, but it is better than the material is excellent and the workmanship elf.

Alas, without the sword of atonement, he had to catch what to use, and many times he consoled himself with the fact that a real swordsman has no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart.

The sound of shouting and killing, beating horses, howling, whimpering, and soldiers came and went in his ears, and Zhou Yu seemed to be settled, and he couldn't see any stumps and broken arms and bloody rain in his eyes, there was only one person - the spire.

He strode over, and the minaret ran towards him, and the battle between the two men was imminent, and there was no one around.

Getting closer, Zhou Yu was able to take a closer look at the minaret and its people. The man was long and imposing, not stout but well-proportioned, with dark red armor that fit perfectly on his body, and a chest partially branded with the orange brand of the Knights of the Spire: the Three Mountains.

Look at his face again, the steel helmet is eyebrow-eyed and ear-hanging, the face is white and red, the eyebrows are heroic, and the hooked nose hangs between the tiger's eyes, which is handsome and mighty.

"You're the Spire?"

Five meters in front of him, the Metropolitan Governor stopped his steps, squinted at him and asked.

"You're the thief?"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Dangchang!"

The two of them laughed at the same time, and shot at the same time. The minaret swept over with a big axe, Zhou Yu's single-edged knife in his right hand swung to the left, his left hand held the tip of the knife and his right hand grasped the handle of the knife, and he ate a hard blow from him.

A mouthful of blood spit out, Zhou Yu spat on the ground, and a weird smile came out of his face.

It's been a long time since he's been fighting, and today he didn't come out stronger, but made up his mind to find a feeling. The strength of the minaret is amazing, and it is most appropriate to find him as an opponent to boost his morale and rigidity.

"How daring!"

There was a hint of admiration in the eyes of the spire, and it was impossible to catch him with such a petite weapon with a thunderous axe, which had to be sideways.

"Come again!"

"Dang!"

This time, the minaret did not show any mercy, riveting his left and right hands of the steel axe at the same time, the governor only felt that the sun was dark, the four fields were windless, and the darkness in front of him could not make other judgments, so he could only lift the single-edged knife and weld his legs to the ground, and took another move.

The tiger's mouth cracked, blood flowed, his feet sank in, there was no mud, and his ankle bones rattled.

Good guy, the head of the Knights of the Spire is really not in vain, and this ruthlessness is no worse than that of the goshawk. The terrible thing is that from his horizontal and vertical slashes, the minaret did not use all its strength, but was tempted.

"Good!"

Zhou Yu gradually got used to receiving the move in this high-pressure situation, and he didn't fight back or retreat, he took a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and even felt a little sweet.

It's so exciting, it's so exciting.

"Good what?"

Suspicious, the minaret retracted his axe and stood in front of him, asking inexplicably.

Zhou Yu remembered Shen Teng's big move of combining a yang finger and a lion's roar in "Iron Fist of Shame", and actually giggled incredibly.

"Good fight, come again!"

Bah! He spat and foamed at the palm of his hand, grasped the single-edged knife in both hands, and took a posture with a Japanese sword, and raised his chin defiantly towards the minaret.

The highest respect and etiquette for the opponent is to do your best on the battlefield and fight hard, which Zhou Yu knows and the spire knows even better.

At this time, the minaret was re-evaluating the strength and determination of the thief leader in his heart, and Zhou Yu was making a calculation in his heart that he had a traitorous eye and Kun possessed, so he must take this opportunity to weigh his current catties.

"I think you kid is begging for death!"

The minaret screamed, and the axe was thrown into the sky, and the two steps under his feet were backwards. Zhou Yu frowned and didn't know what kind of trick he was, but he didn't dare to be careless in the face of such a strong enemy, so he had to put the knife horizontally on his eyebrows, bow over, and squat slightly.