Early the next morning, Lin Qing held a military meeting and announced in public the offensive plan to attack Liushu Town, a first-class human town only 10 kilometers away from Luoyin City. At the same time, www.biquge.info announced that the troops of the Thirteen Taibao, Xuansheng and the Black-robed Man would participate in the battle as the vanguard.

The three bigwigs complained a lot.

"It's so close to Luoyin City, once we start attacking, Luoyincheng only needs to send 10,000 troops, and we will be made dumplings!"

"I said, no!"

"What if?"

"You'd better pray no, or you'll die there."

"You man, this is a personal vendetta!"

"This is the order of the High Chief! Not for your opinion! At the beginning, it was very clear that if you can't adapt, don't join this team! ”

As a result, the troops of the Thirteen Taibao, Xuansheng and the Black-robed Man had no choice but to swallow their anger and participate in the battle as the vanguard.

The results were astonishing.

Even countless people who have seen the decline of glasses, glasses and 24k gold dog eyes, shattered together!

For Willow Town's request for help, Luoyincheng seems to have turned a deaf ear!

Morning star. Fall into the silver, resolutely press the soldiers!

The troops of the Thirteen Taibao, Xuansheng and the Black-robed people participated in the battle as the vanguard, and everyone fought to the death, each competing for the lead, and broke through the defense of Willow Town!

Due to the strength of Luoyin City, Willow Town didn't expect the orcs to dare to pull their teeth, and they didn't expect that Luoyincheng wouldn't come to the rescue at all.

In this way, Willow Town, which is only 10 kilometers away from the Silver City and can be clearly seen from the Tower of the Silver Fall, fell into the pocket of the Warhammer Clan after an afternoon of fierce fighting.

In this battle, the well-armed Orc Warhammer clan only paid the price of 600 lives, harvested the lives of 1,900 defenders in Willow Town, and captured more than 10,000 human captives!

None of the villagers in Willow Town escaped, and all of them became prisoners!

Lin Qinglei acted resolutely, non-stop, and once again pointed the spearhead at the port of Yuema, another important trading town in the west of Luoyin City, which was only 25 kilometers away.

At 8 p.m. that night, the place was under the fiercest attack of the Warhammer Clan.

Lin Qing personally commanded the strongest troops and rushed to the wall of the Prancing Horse Port.

The defense of the walls of the port of Prancing Horse, very strong. News of the attack on Willow reached in the afternoon, and the port of Prancing Horse sent a full 3,000 defenders to guard the walls of the port town.

The walls of this important town are quite similar to the port walls of Constantinople, which are 17 meters high and 3 meters wide, and are equipped with a large number of ballistas and scattershell trebuchets, as well as hundreds of Terran musketeers and elite infantry.

The siege battle was extremely tragic.

Even the elite adventurers of the Warhammer Clan, armed to the teeth, suffered enough in the face of this difficult hard bone, and in the first charge alone, the ballistas and scattershell trebuchets on the city walls took the lives of hundreds of adventurers.

As long as the ballista is hit by any of them, no matter how strong the adventurer is, even the main MT will not be able to withstand a ballista, he will be stabbed into the air and fly up, nailed to the ground, waiting for the end of the near-death protection time in wailing, and then shed the last drop of blood and died tragically on the spot.

Li Meilin and Yanran saw with their own eyes that there was even a crossbow arrow, which pierced the 4 adventurers in a row, and the remaining momentum was not exhausted, and they still pierced the chest of the 5th adventurer.

5 comrades, dressed in a string, died together.

Shotbomb trebuchets are even more terrifying.

The mountain stones that fell in the air were each the size of a grinding disc, and as long as they were hit, the adventurer would definitely kneel in seconds. In the next second, he will be killed by a rain of arrows from the city.

Lin Qing led 3,000 warriors to attack the city in the first wave. It's not that I don't want to send more, but the area of the city is limited, and even if there are more, I can't put it down, so I can only become a live target for ballistas and shotgun trebuchets on unobstructed flat ground.

Lin Qing quickly led people to break through the range of ballistas and shotgun trebuchets and enter under the city walls.

But it's not a safe place to be, too. The dwarven musketeers are incredibly accurate in their marksmanship and powerful gunpowder enough to make any MT cry bitter.

In the sprint, the healing, covering, and formation tactics arranged before the battle played a huge role. The adventurers of the Warhammer clan covered each other, healed each other's wounds, and rushed under the walls of the harbor with terrifying firearms.

"Fried!"

Lin Qingyi waved his hand.

There was a loud bang.

Using the huge amount of gas luck, a ton of plastic explosives exchanged from the Heroic Mirror System blew up the walls of the Prancing Horse Harbor!

The dwarven musketeers on the city wall were blown up and fell to the ground, dying on the spot.

In this wave of explosives, at least 200 defenders were killed by the explosion and rubble on the city wall!

As soon as Lin Qing waved his hand, the first wave of troops broke into the army, and rushed into the important town of Prancing Horse Harbor with flying rubble, stepping on the corpses of dwarves, and withstanding the fire of the musketeers!

Suddenly!

But the defenders were also red-eyed.

Every time the orc troops captured a place, the brutal plundering behavior was horrific, enough to make everyone outrageous and hateful.

The captured towns, in addition to plundering or slaughtering, the remaining survivors will all be transferred to the mysterious place, and no one will see them again.

Under this kind of high pressure, every human race involved in the defense showed desperate strength.

The gap blown up by the Warhammer clan took only 20 seconds before the defenders used firepower to form a firepower net, and staggered bets.

Hundreds of dwarven musketeers, non-stop firing into the gap. The smoke from the muskets formed a barrage, and the bullets whizzed by, blocking the gap.

The adventurers who were at the forefront of the charge fell under this firepower net one by one.

At this point in the battle, the battle loss ratio between the two sides exceeded 5 to 1.The adventurers on the Warhammer Clan's side could only kill one defender for every 5 people killed.

This gap is the last point of defense.

But once this last pass is breached, the Warhammer Clan's strength advantage can be unfolded, and the battle loss ratio between the two sides will be reversed.

At that time, the incomparably strong port of the Prancing Horse will be like a French snail whose shell has been pried open, and the delicious soup and the beautiful meat inside will be sucked up by the Warhammer Clan!

Now, someone needs to be at the forefront and lead everyone through this pass!

The Thirteenth Taibao, who was standing on a high place, said hatefully: "In the afternoon, we attacked Willow Town, and we died heavily, but compared to this Prancing Horse Port, it is still a soft persimmon after all." Haha"

"The port of Prancing Horse is indeed more abundant and fortified than ordinary towns." There was also a hint of schadenfreude in Xuan Sheng's tone.

"The key may not be able to be captured," the black-robed man said gloomily. In the afternoon in the fierce battle, his troops suffered the greatest losses: "This gap is impossible to get by without 200 people killed." But look at our chief, can we gather 200 warriors to die? ”

Li Meilin and Yanran both forgot to scold the black-robed man angrily, and their eyes looked at the gap nervously!

This is the battlefield.

Bloody Battlefield!

A bloody battlefield filled with human lives!

Every battle, every gap, must be filled with the life of an adventurer!

Don't bleed, just live!

Lin Qing, slowly stood up!

"Won't it?" Li Meilin exclaimed.

"He's at the front!" Yan Ran screamed: "He's alone! ”

Lin Qing stood up and slowly walked towards the gap!

In the astonishment, gratitude, reverence, and shocked gazes of his comrades, and under the gaze of thousands of people on both sides of the entire battlefield, he stood up alone and walked slowly towards the gap.

The fierce battle on the entire battlefield seemed to have suddenly become silent as he stood up and walked slowly!

Fierce battles, as if suspended, time, as if still, space, as if frozen!

Of course, Lin Qing was hit in the chest by more than ten bullets at the same time.

His body trembled twice involuntarily.

But.

He immediately stood firm.

The incomparably powerful defensive power of the Jiuyang True Scripture is enough to make any bullet lose its inherent power!

Lin Qing, it's so against the sky!

This scene shocked countless people!

The defenders are surprised that the young orc chieftain King Kong is not bad, and the attacking Warhammer clan is in the surprise of the hero of the Supreme Chieftain is invincible!

At this time, the most needed thing is heroes!

And Lin Qing is such a perfect hero!

The Nine Yin True Scripture and the Nine Yang True Scripture in his body rotated rapidly, like two yin and yang fish, and under the rapid flow, the true qi in his body formed an incomparably strong vajra cover, blocking the bullet above the skin!

He is strong by him, and the breeze blows on the hills.

He is crossed by him, and the bright moon shines on the river.

He murdered himself, he killed himself, I only have one breath of true anger!

Lin Qing burst out with a breath of true qi, and more than ten bullets were squeezed out at the same time.

He only takes 1 force damage per shot.

Lin Qing's face was expressionless, and he stepped out of his left leg under the rain of bullets.

Then, he took another step on his right foot.

He's not fast.

But he doesn't, sees, sons, bullets!

He charged, forward, in, front.

The adventurers' stunned, surprised, and horrified eyes focused on this seemingly inconspicuous supreme chief.

Is this chief really human?

How did I see an invincible MT, at the forefront, powerfully absorbing all kinds of muskets, bows and arrows, and arbalests?

Is he steely and iron-clad? Isn't King Kong not bad?

No one has an answer, no one knows what terrifying energy is contained in Lin Qing's seemingly ordinary body!

In short, he walked in the forefront, absorbing the rain of bullets in all directions like a magnet, leaving his brothers with a narrow and safe corridor!

Li Meilin and Yanran, who were watching the battle from a high place, burst into tears at the same time.

Is this Lin Qing?

This guy, is that Lin Qing?

Is there such a man in the world?

At the most critical moment, he carried the banner of the attacking arrow, braved the rain of bullets, and walked alone on a road to death rescued by hundreds of dwarven musketeers!

Every step he took was so steady and so heavy.

Although his size is not as burly as the Hulk, not as muscular as Captain America, and not as wild as Wolverine.

But!

In the eyes of the 13,000 adventurers at this time, their supreme chief is a god!

A god of war who is fearless of bullets, fearless of danger, and stands up for it! (To be continued.) )