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According to Gray, after retreating several kilometers, Peter's army began to set up camp as if it were fighting a protracted battle, while small groups came out of the camp and scattered in all directions, hurrying into the wilderness.

They were obviously not there to move the rescuers, so what the hell were these teams sent out for? Gray had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Soon, this hunch was confirmed.

A squad returned to the camp half an hour later, strung behind by a group of ragged and scrawny refugees, dragged behind their horses, exhausted and exhausted, while the tall knights running in front of them were wandering, not caring about the lives of the captives, the ostentatiousness of the bravado contrasted sharply with the misery of the refugees.

At this time, there is only one purpose for catching refugees everywhere.

Gray was struck by lightning, and a little panic flashed through his mind, and he immediately guessed Peter's plan.

Gray turned on the communication device and spat out a few difficult words: "Commander, they are going to drive the wilderness homeless people to the minefield!" ”

Without waiting for Catherine's instructions, Gray pinched off the wire, Catherine couldn't have any good solution in a short time, Gray knew this deeply, after abandoning the crack in the plains, all Bounty Town could rely on was the ammunition supply provided by Blue Harbor and the homemade spider mines of Bounty Town.

Now, this move will be cracked by the opponent without damage, and in this way, a naked bounty town will be presented in front of the angry Knights of the Holy Blade, and it is only a matter of time before it falls, this is an absolute crushing of strength, and there is no way.

Just as Gray lost his mind, the hum of the wrist-portable device interrupted his musings, and a line of text appeared on the LCD screen, revealing Catherine's message: "Goodluck."

Gray smiled self-deprecatingly, lit a homemade cigarette, held it in his mouth, smiled crookedly, and opened the scout team's communication channel: "Brothers, is the muzzle of the gun polished?" Those golden crispy pigs are about to be dispatched! ”

There was a hearty laugh in the communication channel, excitement, excitement, impatience, but no fear.

"Hah! Golden crispy pig, what a fucking image! ”

"Lao Tzu can't get used to these birdmen! Brutal and self-righteous,"

"Boss, how many are you going to kill?"

Gray rarely didn't answer, was silent for a long time, and said: "To tell you the truth, brothers, this is likely to be our last battle, to put it mildly, if you find that Bounty Town has fallen, don't come back, go your separate ways!" Drill into the mountains, dive into the dense forest, the Shengfeng Continent is vast, and there is always a place for people. ”

Someone was dissatisfied: "Boss, what are you talking about!" Are we those people?! You really broke the hearts of your brothers!

Bounty Town gives me a stable nest, my wife and children live well here, every time I go on a mission, I never worry about what happens to my family, even if I die in battle, I believe that the elders of the regiment will arrange the aftermath for me, my old Wu has been floating on the wasteland for more than 30 years, and no organization has ever been able to give me this feeling.

Although I am not a good person, I am not an ungrateful person! Besides, my wife and children are all in a small town, they are going to die, and it is not interesting for me to live alone! ”

"Yes! Boss, you can't say that again! ”

"Okay, I won't say it! You all understand the meaning, this is actually the idea of the head of the regiment, and I will not blame you for any choice. Gray pressed the wet marks on the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "The head of the regiment sent me a word, and I will forward it to you, 'goodluck.'" ”

……

The rainy season in the Bounty Plains is approaching, the dark clouds are low, like a boulder pressing down on people's heads, it is difficult to breathe, and the wind carries the abundant water vapor across the plains, howling like a devil crying, and the cold soaks into the marrow.

Three hours later, Peter's army had completed all the preparations: between the plains and moats, a dozen iron pontoon bridges, wide enough for horses; Thousands of desperate refugees were driven to the plains.

Soon, the army began to assemble.

The loud horn ignited the fire of war that had been hidden in the heart for a long time, and the Holy Blade Knights were dressed in bright golden armor, lined up in front of the moat, and the guns and swords were indescribable, and at this moment, a dull and depressing atmosphere spread around.

In contrast, the refugees huddled together, shivering, and fearful of the fate of the unknown, some too frightened to stand but afraid to make a sound, and children, the elderly, and women hid in the middle of the crowd.

Peter's sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and without squinting, he resolutely drew his long sword and pointed it at Bounty Town.

The thousands of horses whistled neatly, and for a moment, a stench spread over the refugee-camp, and the people finally couldn't contain their fear and began to cry, however, this did not awaken the compassion of the Knights of the Holy Blade.

Sympathy is born only for one kind, and these refugees are like cattle to noble saints.

The army marched slowly, and thousands of refugees were driven across the steel bridge, many of whom were frightened and fell to their feet, and the decisive battle finally began......

Rumble! Rumble!

The sparse sound of explosions reverberated on the plains, and it was only then that the refugees understood their purpose and situation, however, they had no choice between the low-level ants floating in the troubled times, with hell ahead and hell at the back.

Boom!

A thunderclap kicked off Bounty Town's counterattack.

The narrow armor-piercing bullet burst out from a corner, flew into the enemy line at a very fast speed, pierced through the chain mail around his neck, and brought out a small flower of blood, the knight covered his neck, his eyes widened, red blood gushed out from his fingers, and the knight staggered on his horse.

That's when the team reacted:

A priest held aloft an ornate scepter and chanted a strange incantation, and a golden light flickered and landed on the fallen horseman, and a miracle happened, the man struggled twice, and sat up straight from his horse, the blood stopped, and only the traces of his hands remained.

At the same time, one of the knights suddenly broke away from the group, and the men and horses galloped towards the sniper point, and at the moment when he launched, the other priest raised his hand again, and a ray of divine light fell on him, which complemented the golden armor, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

At that moment, the speed of the war horse was three points faster, and the change in speed before and after was visible to the naked eye, and the distance of 500 meters took less than 20 seconds.

The Sniper could only keep the distance within 500 meters in order to ensure the lethality of the Blade Knight, and now he tasted regret, because the Knight rushed to him almost in the blink of an eye, and there was no hope of escape, however, he was not alone.

Boom! Boom!! There were a few more roars in the distance, and the bullet touched the golden armor and was bounced away, and if it didn't hit the flaw, the bullet couldn't penetrate the metal armor that had been magically applied.

Gray sensed this situation through the scope, his heart was full of bitterness, the confrontation between technology and divine power, he felt so powerless, the gap between equipment and strength was really too big!

A few more galloping horses rushed out, each locking on to their target, and in less than a minute, a few screams were annihilated in the wind......

The Knights of the Holy Blade each returned to the queue with a bloody human head, and at that moment, the entire knight order was filled with a sinister aura that looked at the world, as if making a silent declaration:

Ants, this is what happens to you when you anger me!

Gray hurriedly ordered: "Stop shooting and retreat in the direction of Bounty Town." ”

The confrontation quickly calmed down, and the Knights continued their march towards Bounty Town, with the snipers disappearing as if they had been wiped out.

The large army moved slowly, and the refugees who had fallen into the trap were dug up and driven towards Bounty Town.

The results of the hundreds of thousands of free laborers fighting day and night are beginning to bear fruit, and perhaps the traps are very simple and crude, and can be recognized at a glance, but the mud puddles all over the mountains cause great trouble for the Holy Blade Knight.

The formation of the knights was cut into a messy shape by the terrain, and it was the pre-rain season, the ground was soft, and after countless mud pits were dug by hand, the ground structure was destroyed, and the heavy horses fell into the muddy ground, making it difficult to move and extremely physically demanding.

Finally, the pace of the Knights of the Blade was slowed down, and according to the trend of their march, they were able to survive again tonight, standing on the outskirts of Bounty Town, and the snipers involved let out a little sulk......

The weather was terrible, and there was a faint tingling sensation in the air with dripping rain and blowing on people.

Night came quickly.

At this moment, Bounty Town is plunged into an inexplicable atmosphere, and after a day of buffering, the people gradually accept their imminent fate, calm down, and each is spending the rest of their lives in their own way, which still has an unknown amount of time left.

In Bounty Town, some shops close early, families sit around the fireplace, and men rarely don't run out to have fun, stay with their families, reminisce about the past, and enjoy the last peace.

Some shops simply opened their doors and announced that it would be free tonight, and many people who knew and didn't know sat together, drank wine in large bowls, and ate meat.

More people gathered in the square, in front of the statue of the god of good luck, Patriarch Randolph and the Holy Lady Little Mustard stood on the platform in front of the statue, whispering, people reverently closed their eyes, bowed their heads in prayer, and even the active children entered a state of old meditation.

At this moment, the statue of the god of good luck is shining slightly.

We all believe in the Lord, so why can't the church allow us to exist? I think that our pious hearts are not inferior to those of children who have grown up bathed in the light, and perhaps the difference between us is simply the color and appearance of our skin. ”

The old man beside him explained, "Little Nick, because we are heretics! Perhaps the Lord of the Blade doesn't mind the existence of a god as great as it exists, but the servants who serve the Lord of the Blade don't think so.

They are full of desires, and there are no natural enemies in the world who can restrain their desires, so they feel that evil deeds will not be punished, and unrestrained power will make evil deeds become a habit, and faith will be slowly lost in habits, and that is the devil. ”

"So what are we going to do?" Nick Jr. asked, looking up.

"The only thing we can do is to pray like a god of good luck and pray for a miracle to happen and that the Lord will punish these cruel, faithless devils!"