The cheers from the Angel of Death soldiers spread farther and farther away, and the powerful and terrifying humanoid monster was finally killed, and it was like a shot in the arm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But the Imperials who lost the first battle finally stopped hiding it, and the mutant warriors who were originally hidden among the ordinary reformers began to alienate almost at the same time, they roared and spread their hands, the muscles and joints made a crackling sound, the originally tight clothes were quickly torn, and the sharp bone weapons of the knotted muscles brought a strong visual shock.

In an instant, an army of mutants was formed!

And those mutants who had already been alienated were the first to pounce on the stunned Angel of Death, and the sharp bone spurs and bone blades instantly brought a bloody storm.

The real peak combat power of the empire has finally officially launched an attack at this time!

At this time, on the tower with many angels of death, all the generals frowned.

"It's all a good thing that Yang Ji did!" One of the admirals snorted heavily.

"What's the point of talking about this now, it's better to think carefully about countermeasures."

"What else is there to think about? The enemy has hit the doorstep, what are you still engaged intrigues! ”

"A bunch of cowards! The organization is at stake, and you're still thinking about yourself! You have to be clear about one thing, without the organization, we are nothing! Since you don't want to go up, then our Ivan family would rather fight with their backs! ”

The roar in the headset was filled with rage, and he silenced all the generals.

"My lord, what shall we do?" Behind the elderly general, a half-kneeling senior reformer asked in a low voice.

"Ugh." The Admiral shook his head tiredly, then ripped off his headset and stomped it to pieces.

"Are you afraid?" He asked softly.

"Don't be afraid!" Hundreds of high-level reformers answered in unison, loud and firm.

"Then go, go and fight, until you defeat the last enemy, until you shed your last drop of blood." The old admiral waved his hand, and at this moment his tired expression disappeared, replaced by firmness and conviction.

Hundreds of transformers descended the tower almost at the same time, some nimbly climbing down, while others simply chose to jump over. The falling force brought by the tower of tens of meters could not hurt the inhuman physique of these high-level transformation people in the slightest.

When hundreds of high-level reformers charged down at the same time, their indomitable momentum deeply boosted the low morale, and the soldiers who had already given up the battle grabbed their weapons again and contributed every bit of their value.

When someone took the lead in the charge, the generals who had been hesitant finally stopped hesitating, so more and more high-level reformers swooped down from the tower, and when these forces finally merged, the Imperials finally had a chance to appreciate the true power of the Angel of Death.

When the torrent of two wars finally collides, no one cares who will go to the end, the only thing they care about is how many opponents they can take away before they die.

Every corner of the Angel of Death's outer city is filled with the smoke of war, and no one can escape its reach.

Van is no exception.

"Damn, they're so strong! Bullets hit them only to cause minor injuries, and we can't do anything at all! Mark shrank back into the house and scolded.

"Be quiet, be careful of being spotted by the enemy!" Rose scolded under her breath.

"Isn't that bastard awake yet?" Mark touched his bald head.

Rose glanced at Art, who was still unconscious, and shook her head.

"Hey, Fan's blow is really ruthless!" Mark grinned, "I don't know what he's going to do." ”

"We can't be involved in his business." Rose whispered.

"I said Rose, did you say that it was Fan who shot that monster just now?"

Rose was silent for a moment and then shook her head, "I don't know. ”

"Hey, if it weren't for those high-level reformers, I guess it would be him! If I want to say that the sniper rifle is the best in our group, I can't really find a second one besides him. ”

But just as he finished speaking, a sturdy figure suddenly approached the room through the side window.

"Who!" Rose immediately clenched her weapon.

"It's me."

The figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Brahman!" Rose stood up in surprise.

Van just nodded in response, and then turned his gaze to Art, who was still unconscious.

He frowned, then walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and filled it with a full basin of water, then walked out and poured it on Art's face.

The unconscious Art reacted immediately, he sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, and then wiped the water stains from his face.

"Where is this?" Art stared around the room.

"It doesn't matter where you are, it's where you are." Van looked at Art expressionlessly.

"Boss," Art bowed his head slightly, "I'm sorry. ”

Van shook his head, "You didn't feel sorry for anyone, you were only sorry for yourself." ”

"Boss ......"

"It's my responsibility as the captain to get you back, but if you still want to rush out alone, I'm not restricting your freedom, because it's your right, you can leave at any time."

"But if you have calmed down and are willing to take my orders, then you will honestly follow me, and I will lead you to kill enough enemies, but only if we live."

Art lowered his eyes, and then asked in a very calm tone, "Chief, do you already know that the organization will let us retreat sooner or later?" ”

"No, I don't know, I just don't want you to die worthless, and the truth of some things, you only have a chance to see it if you live."

Art nodded slightly, "You'll always be right, Chief. ”

"Then take up your weapons." Van turned.

"Boss, do you think we'll survive until this war ends?" Mark asked.

"When you were stuck on the A-25, did you think you'd make it out alive?" Van asked rhetorically.

Mark smiled embarrassedly and touched his bald head, "To be honest, because you're here, I think I'll leave alive." ”

Van glanced at Mark faintly, "I'm here right now." With that, he strode out of the window.

"Huh." Looking at the other two people who had been staring at him, Mark smiled awkwardly, "What he said makes sense, doesn't it?" ”

"That's how you used to be captain?" Art pursed his lips disdainfully, "You're embarrassed to ask such a question." And when did the boss become your boss? ”

With that, Art got up and followed Van out of the window.

Rose also stared at Mark and shook her head, then left the place right away.

"Did I say something wrong?" Mark touched his bald head and muttered to himself.

"Damn, it's all neurotic, not a single normal one." He muttered to himself, but his voice was barely audible.