Just as Iron Slag and the others were climbing the wall, 3K, located northwest of the Tyr Fortress, Cast Hammer was standing on the body of a brute cow pickup truck with his head held high, directing the Elta troops forward. This time the insect tide struck, and he originally just wanted to leave with his people to avoid being affected by the war. However, during the evacuation, the eating appearance of the short Haflin kept appearing in front of him.

He felt that this Haflin was different from other Haflins, not only did he have the strength of the Elta warriors, but also a pair of eyes that were as fierce as a wild wolf, but they were extremely clear.

In the dark, he seemed to be able to feel the sincerity of the other party, and he couldn't help but have a sense of trust. Perhaps, he should help the other party, after all, such a Havrin is not common......

In the midst of their thoughts, the Eltar team advanced to the edge of the battlefield, far away from the swarm of insects surrounding the fortress.

Then, a command from the Flame Hammer was issued: "Thunder spears array." ”

The mighty procession suddenly stopped, and then dispersed and lined up. A moment later, more than a thousand tall Erta men stood straight on the Gobi Desert with spears in hand, their tall figures as far as the eye could see.

"The stars and sand converge, and the spiritual energy is infused!"

As the second command sounded, the warriors of the Elta clan drew their spears behind their backs. These spears are about two meters long and are jet black. If you look closely, the spear body is shiny and shiny, engraved with countless tiny patterns. Then, the warriors clenched their spears tightly in their hands, took a step forward, shook the dust in the sky, and assumed a throwing pose.

In an instant, in the red dust that filled the sky, flying spears gradually lit up. The blue light was like the stars in the night sky, bright as fire, dazzling. Looking closer, I saw that circles of crystal clear patterns appeared on the body of the jet-black spear, as if a blue light glittering pattern suddenly appeared on the deep sea, which was both mysterious and moving.

"Thunderspear volley!" Looking at the insect swarm thousands of kilometers away, the Flame Hammer waved its hand and burst into applause.

The warriors in a row suddenly rushed forward in a neat manner, then turned and twisted their waists, and with a loud shout, threw the fluorescent flying spears with all their might.

"Drink!" "Drink!" "Drink!" "Drink!" "Drink!" "Drink!"

Suddenly, in the midst of the shouts that resounded through the sky, one after another flying spears with the momentum of thunder and thunder came out of their hands and shot towards the sky.

At the same time, in a position not far from the fortress of Tyre, a group of stinging insects suddenly stopped firing, and invariably raised their triangular heads and looked upwards.

In an instant, the stars twinkled in the sky, as if it had returned to night. And then in the next moment, the thunder spear of the rainstorm burst out, and the earth-shattering scene was like a thunderbolt falling, and divine punishment came!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In a deafening popping sound, hundreds of stinging insects were blown to pieces and turned into powder.

Then, before the swarm could react, the second and third waves of thunder spears came one after another, blasting a large area of the stinging insect phalanx to pieces.

After three waves, Hammer immediately ordered a retreat, and then withdrew from the battlefield from the west with his troops.

Before leaving, the Hammer took one last look at the Tyre Fortress in the middle of the battle, and said to himself, "Friend Havlin, there's only so much I can do to help you, good luck." With that, he commanded his troops and left without looking back.

It didn't take long for Song Haohe to finally rush into the Tyre Fortress in the fierce battle with the three academy legions and join the team battle. Since Song Haohe and the others came from the southeast and directly destroyed the stinging insect phalanx over there, plus the fire hammer eliminated the stinging insect phalanx in the northwest, only the northeast and southwest stinging insect phalanx were left, so the pressure in the fortress suddenly decreased. Subsequently, Tie Slag took Wang Hu, Jerome and others to quickly seize the city.

In the midst of the scuffle, a self-exploding flyfly folded its wings and slammed into the iron slag on the city's head. The latter was kicking a crushing frog that had just climbed to the top of the city, and then blasted the frog from the side with a single shot, completely oblivious to the danger. Under the influence of internal bleeding, his reflex nerves were not as good as before, his spirit was a little trance, and his strength was getting weaker and weaker.

Seeing the self-exploding sleech swooping down, about to crash into him, at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed from the side, holding his shoulders and rushing quickly, and finally crashed into the self-detonating slewing at the last moment, knocking it into the juice and spilling it, rolling in mid-air and falling to the city.

"Boss, be careful." Tuoba San patted the back of his bare head and reminded with some concern.

As soon as Iron Slag was about to nod in response, a cries of flies crawled up from below, and he immediately bowed and drew his sword, slashing it before it could bite.

Sensing that the regiment leader's movements were a little stiff, Tuoba San's face suddenly changed slightly, remembering that the regiment commander had been kicked by the hind hooves of the thunder beast just now, and quickly turned his head to look at the porcupine behind him. And the latter happened to look over. The moment the two looked at each other, the latter immediately understood, and immediately called Match and Marcus, rushed to the side of the iron slag, and said, "Boss, go back and rest for a while, and leave it to us here." As he spoke, a pale spike landed at his side.

"I'm fine." Iron Slag said without looking back.

"Regiment commander, you are the supreme commander of the fortress, if something happens to you, we will have no one to command." Marcus calmly persuaded.

"Marcus is right, let's go back and rest for a while." Tuoba San echoed the road.

Iron Slag looked back at the men and couldn't help but sigh, because he saw a hint of determination in their eyes. He knew that if he didn't agree to go back now, they would always be by his side. In this way, it is not good for the war situation. At this point, he had no choice but to give in, and then returned to the hall on the first floor of the fortress under the escort of Tuoba San.

After handing over the regiment commander to Bai Xiaoyun, Tuoba San gave a few words, and then returned to the front-line battlefield. Although after Song Haohe and the others arrived at the fortress, the battle situation gradually stabilized, the number of insect swarms was still quite large, and there was still some time before the real victory.

At this moment, the hall was in shambles, and the wails continued, and hundreds of wounded soldiers were either lying on the ground, leaning against the wall, or sitting with dull eyes......

Tie Slag took the military kettle handed by Bai Xiaoyun, raised his head and poured a few sips, and then asked him to call Qin Ke'er over.

It didn't take long for Qin Ke'er, who was covered in blood, to hurry up with a blood pressure monitor, and he had to measure his blood pressure on the iron slag as soon as he met. And the latter immediately waved his hand and said that it would be enough to give some anesthetic, and there was no need to be so troublesome. However, Qin Ke'er insisted on taking his blood pressure and checking his injuries. In desperation, Iron Slag had to let her check it for a while.

"You've broken two ribs and signs of internal bleeding, so it's best to have surgery right away." After the inspection, Qin Ke'er said with a solemn face.

"Let's talk about it after the battle. Iron Slag shook his head and said.

"No, if you continue like this, you may ......," Qin Ke'er said anxiously.

"I'm fine...... Iron Slag interrupted her first, then grinned and continued, "I'm in good spirits, I can kill you, do you want to try?" ”

Qin Ke'er's face suddenly turned red and scolded: "It's really bad! At this time...... Also ......"

"What else?" Iron Standard quipped. At this time, it can be regarded as a joy in suffering.

Qin Ke'er snorted lightly, twisted her little buttocks, and ran to get the potion. After a short while, she trotted back and gave the iron slag a painkiller.

"Does it still hurt?" After putting away the syringe, Qin Ke'er looked at him intently and asked softly. At this moment, her big watery eyes were rippling with blue waves, and people couldn't help but feel pity for her, and wanted to embrace her in her arms and love her well.

However, just as he was about to pull the person in front of him over and bully him twice, a cadet soldier covered in blood stumbled into the hall, first glanced left and right, and then cried out to a group of wounded soldiers: "Commander...... The regiment commander is gone......"

The group of soldiers was stunned for a moment, and then began to weep. An atmosphere of sadness suddenly enveloped the entire hall, and many wounded soldiers hung their heads in despair when they saw this scene.

Seeing this, Qin Ke'er frowned, walked quickly to the middle of the hall, and scolded loudly: "What are you crying about!" Are they all still men? Does crying work? ”

"But...... Captain Nick ...... to everyone ......" cried a soldier with a bandage on his head and a broken hand.

"Don't cry! If you want to cry, wait until the end of the war to cry, and I will cry with you! But now......" Qin Ke'er glanced around at the wounded soldiers around him with red circles, took a deep breath, and said softly, "Men, you must be strong, because we still need victory, only in this way will those who have passed away not die in vain...... So...... Please don't cry...... All right? ”

After she finished speaking, the group of soldiers with teary eyes looked at each other one after another, and gradually controlled their feelings, at least they were not crying loudly, affecting the other wounded.

After a while, as the sad atmosphere subsided, several ragged, blood-stained Marines ran into the hall carrying a pair of stretchers. The soldier who took the lead stood at the entrance and looked at it for a moment, then finally fixed his eyes on the iron slag, and then raised his hand and ran to the latter with the other soldiers.

"Commander, our regimental commander wants to see you." The soldier saluted and said hurriedly.

Iron Slag stepped forward, and saw a young man lying on the stretcher, who was only half of his body left, and looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. He has short blond hair and a capable body, and he is none other than Nick Wagner.

"Friend, I'm right there with you." Iron Slag squatted down and whispered.

"Sa...... Captain Sa Chirp...... We...... We were in the beginning...... There is some misunderstanding......" Captain Nick said intermittently as he stared blankly at the ceiling with wide eyes. At this moment, his eyes were blank and he was already blind.

"Friend, don't say it, it's all over." Iron Slag interrupted him and said.

"You...... You are a ...... Worth...... Someone who deserves respect...... I...... I beg you...... I beg your forgiveness......" Captain Nick said with difficulty as he coughed and foamed at the blood.

"We're friends, don't say anything like that." Iron Slag said.

"No...... No...... Am I wrong...... If it's wrong, you're going to ...... Stand corrected...... Is...... Ask for forgiveness...... Unless...... Unless you don't ...... Unwilling...... Not ......"

"I forgive you, I forgive you, Captain Nick Wagner." Iron Slag said solemnly. At this moment, he had an indescribable respect for this little nobleman of Silver City.

"Thank you...... Thank you......" Captain Nick coughed violently, twitching all over, but still struggling to take his last breath, and said intermittently, "Sa chirp...... ...... for me Take care...... I...... It's mine...... Soldier...... Schoolmate...... Brothers...... Take care...... Take care of them ......"

"Good!" Iron Slag nodded seriously and said in a deep voice.

However, at this moment, the venerable head of the regiment could never hear his response......