Amos's mood was extremely irritable at the moment, since Kastan, who was once the most proud subordinate, actually betrayed Orfede, he already knew that his fate might not be very good, but when the people who came to end him actually judged the mongrels in the district, his resistance was resolute to the extreme, in his opinion, except for the king who had the qualifications to sanction him, no one else had it.

But the opponent's attack was really beyond his imagination, and he didn't expect that the opponent's bombardment would be so powerful, and the defensive capabilities that the Overwatch City had always been proud of were simply vulnerable in the face of this kind of attack, easily destroying those powerful chariots and tearing apart one defense line after another.

But this result still makes him feel a little confused, the strength of the other party is far beyond his expectations, while he is determined to resist to the death, his heart is also full of confusion, the strength of the other party is obviously not what they can resist, in the first attack of the other party to the present, the defenders of the watch city have lost sixty percent, can such strength still stop the other party's footsteps?

As soon as this thought fell, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then under the gaze of a group of officers with surprised faces, Amos rushed directly to the window and looked down, and saw two clouds of gunpowder smoke rising from the gate of the command post, and more than a dozen soldiers guarding there turned into countless flesh and blood, and finally the shock reached the room, and the whole building began to shake at this moment.

"Hell, Lord Amos, the enemy's fire is too fierce for us to resist at all, so let's retreat quickly, if we don't leave, we'll die here!" An officer's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted. In fact, it was not only he who had the intention of retreating, but some other officers also understood at this time that staying and continuing to resist was the only way to die, and retreating now might be able to save a life.

When faced with death, no matter who you are, you will be afraid!

Amos certainly understood what these guys were thinking, but as the Supreme Commander of Overwatch, he knew very well what his retreat represented, and even if he saved a life in this battle, he firmly believed that the king would not let him go. In his opinion, a true warrior should hold out on the battlefield until the last moment, even if he dies in battle.

And the enemy's approach is too arrogant, completely ignoring him as a commander, whether at the beginning or now, the tactics adopted by the other party are completely overwhelming, and there has never been even a tentative attack, which means that in the eyes of the other party, the watch city including him is not put in his eyes.

This is nothing short of contempt! This is also something he cannot tolerate.

Amos's heart itself was already enduring a raging flame, like an oil drum about to explode, as could be seen from his already flushed old face and windless hair, the officer's words were undoubtedly the fuse that lit the oil drum, and his anger exploded in an instant.

Call!

A brief sound of breaking the air was immediately heard, and while the building was trembling, Amos's somewhat rickety figure was already as straight as a javelin in an instant, and then it began to blur in the next second, but it was an afterimage left when the speed was at its extreme, and his real body was already in front of the officer who spoke just now.

The withered right hand was now tightly grasping the officer's neck and lifting him up. The officer's eyes widened, and his hands gripped the dry hand tightly, trying to pull it away with force, but he couldn't, he could only keep kicking his feet around, looking like a dying fish.

Amos's eyes swept over everyone like a falcon at this moment, and finally his right hand was slightly forced, only a slight click was heard, and the officer who was still struggling immediately quieted down, his hands hung down weakly, his eyes were round, and they were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't understand why he died like this.

Amos let go of his hand, and the corpse immediately fell to the ground, and then said coldly: "Retreat? There has never been such a word in my life, to tell you, you are all warriors, and the result of escaping from battle is an example, although there is only this idea, but under my hands, such thoughts will never be allowed, do you understand? ”

Everyone ignored Amos's old age at this moment, and his thunderous means completely suppressed every officer, and when he heard this, he immediately replied respectfully: "Yes, Lord Amos, I understand!" ”

Amos snorted coldly, then walked to the innermost room of the command room, and walked out in less than ten seconds, and there was an iron four-finger in his hand that was shaped in the old era, and he couldn't tell what material it was made of, but as long as he imagined that it could be used by a ninth-order ability, he could imagine how powerful this iron four-finger was, and it would not make people doubt that as long as a punch fell, an armored car could be pierced.

"Alright guys, our last hour has come, now, grab your weapons and take out these arrogant guys!" Amos seemed to have returned to his youth, and roared in a low voice with a rich killing intent on his face, as he walked slowly towards the door, his footwork was extremely calm.

The officers knew that retreat had become a luxury, and they fully agreed with what the Doctor said, that this was their last moment, and that if they could pull the enemy back, they would be able to save a life and receive supreme glory, while defeat would lead to death.

The threat of death made everyone feel a little crazy, and they clenched their weapons and followed Amos, ready for the final moment.

"Heh, keep you waiting, I'm already here!" A calm voice sounded in the command room, although it was not big, but it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue in everyone's ears, and the next second the door of the command room silently turned into iron powder floating down, and a slender figure slowly walked in.

With a warm and charming smile on his handsome and charming face, the two UFO batteries rotated slightly around him, and the muzzles and muzzles on them were aimed at every officer inside, intentionally or unintentionally, so that they did not dare to act rashly.

Howard didn't pay attention to these officers, his eyes had already fallen on Amos when he walked in, and when he saw Amos with the incomparably strong killing intent and the iron four fingers on his fist, Howard's eyes immediately narrowed slightly, and then said softly: "Okay, it's time to make a decision, surrender or death, you can choose one!" ”