Here is a corner of the pentagon, from which a straight road plunges deep into the forest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHere, there was originally a 3-meter-thick reinforced concrete movable door connecting the two walls.

But now it can no longer be called a door in the true sense of the word. The solid gates were reduced to debris. Two bulldozers stand side by side, along with a large number of mechs and infantry hedgehogs clustered around them.

When the assault vehicle reached the city gate, the two bulldozers rumbled back in both directions. Infantry and mechs quickly filled their place. Two more mechs circled behind them and waited for them.

The assault vehicle slowly moved forward, and the soldiers in front of them gradually retreated to the sides. Silently sending him off, the soldier casts a mixed gaze at Butler, a gaze that contains hope, respect, fear, and worry......

It was only a short distance across the city gate, and it took a few minutes to walk.

Watching the assault vehicle drive out of the gates of hell and then disappear as the bulldozer's cold shovel shuts down, none of the silent soldiers spoke......

In the process, Butler didn't even change his sitting posture, he was like a routine field mission, normal and uneventful.

The cold gates were locked behind him, and the gray gates of hell crawled like a turtle with its head shrunk in the vast forest. A trail was flooded by a dark green forest, and 4 or 5 Banshee Winged Beasts swept low, their huge bodies leaving a huge shadow on the forest sea, and also shrouding a group of lone walkers advancing on the path. The dense forest, which could not be detected by the scorching afternoon sun, was like a beast hidden behind a thick fog, and it opened its huge black and bottomless mouth to block the path.

No matter how tall and wide the walls are, they can't stop the determination of the strong men to go on battle; No matter how difficult and difficult the future is, it cannot curb the perseverance of the hero; No matter how dangerous and terrifying the end is, it can't scare off Haojie's confidence in winning.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return......

When the main gate opened, Kamala and the chiefs and leaders of the various tribes had already stopped discussing and cast their eyes on him. In addition, countless Nawei warriors appeared from the forest, and the entire forest was boiling for a while.

With a casual wave of Kamara's hand, a large number of Neville knights jumped out of the dense forest, and they grabbed Meng Chen and his party like a big open hand.

The knights on both wings spread wide to the flanks, and they opened a wide attack front, charging forward quickly in an inverted triangle formation. Knights in light rattan armor held their spears with one arm forward, and their thick roars came from far and near, from low to high, with the heavy and loud sound of horses' hooves, like thunder rolling in the sky.

The ground is trembling, and the air is shaking. The majesty of the cavalry galloping on their horses made the mercenaries hiding in the gates of hell gasp.

In the face of the cavalry assault, the assault vehicle crouched on the ground like a trembling little beast. The soldier, who was the driver, did not dare to move forward any further, and he hugged the steering wheel, his chest rising and falling more violently than a bellows. Until a feathered arrow pierced the bulletproof glass and nailed to the compartment partition next to his head, he could no longer suppress his fear, let out a shout, jumped out of the car, and fled back.

The complex and rugged terrain of the jungle does not affect their speed in the slightest, and they leap gracefully, like a pod of dolphins playing in the ocean.

The cavalry on both flanks charged all the way to the defensive walls of the Gates of Hell. Knowing that they couldn't get in, the mercenaries defending the city wall involuntarily retreated. These brave knights shot arrows with bows, and a rain of arrows leaped over the city and sprinkled them inside the gates of hell. There were no casualties, but they made the soldiers retreat even more in fear.

The knight, who had finished shooting the feathered arrows, raised his spear and brandished it, and laughed out loud. They turned their horses' heads from under the defensive walls of the Gates of Hell and ran along the walls, ignoring the danger.

In the end, the two-winged knights met at the main gate and surrounded Meng Chen and the others. The escaped mercenary was also in the encirclement, and he fell to the ground in horror. Seeing the group of knights approaching......

Neville Knights relaxed their horsepower, and the heavily armored horses roamed leisurely. They also lowered their rifles, the heads of which were pointed diagonally at the ground.

But in the soldier's eyes, these riding spears that flashed with Ling Ran's cold light seemed to be pointing at him. His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, so he could only wail and fall backwards.

A poisonous lance with a cold purple glow and a disgusting smell passed past his face, and the legs of a forest horse stepped on either side of his body. No one hurt him, but the disdainful gaze of the Na'vi was forever imprinted in his mind......

"Whew......"

A sharp pain in his back caused the little self-esteem he had just risen to fade away again.

It turned out that the last cavalryman whipped him in the back with the barrel of his gun. The soldier didn't know where he got the strength at this time, let out a loud wail, and rushed frantically towards the main entrance.

Behind him resounded the insolent mockery of the Na'vi......

As the soldier crawled into the defensive walls, he ended up being little more than a concoction in the battle between the two clans.

Some people say that it is the heroes who make history, and others say that it is the heroes and the masses who make history together. But all in all, it has nothing to do with cowardly people.

The strong are constantly striving for self-improvement.

Without the assault vehicle, Butler walked forward with a steady and vigorous pace. At this time, he no longer looked like a serious soldier, nor like an avenger who went deep into the enemy camp for the sake of his comrades.

His solemn countenance, his saloof-chested posture, and his confident and determined steps all swore to the outside world that he would be the first earthling in human history to make formal diplomatic representations with other intelligent beings, and that he would fight for the rights of earthlings in the gates of hell to live.

Human beings are so strange that when they are in the original social group, they will show a unique way of pursuing goals and interests according to the role they are in. But once he is in a larger social group, most people will fight for the common good of their original social group, and temporarily put their own personal interests second.

This is a new cognition of consciousness and emotion, which achieves a "total effect". The reason for this phenomenon is actually a change in the height and perspective of the problem. That is, in Butler's position, the earth becomes a whole, everything on it is interconnected, and any earthlings are part of it. This most primitive shock can instantly sublimate people's thoughts.