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I don't know how many people are still there, but I can only be ashamed to tell you that I, Hu Hansan, have returned from Maragobi and resumed the update since August.

The battle had moved from the corpse-strewn ground to the winding trenches, but far more brutal than before, and the Numbers had been able to hold out until now and gain an advantage thanks to the deep and sturdy trench system. The Allied tanks and artillery in the rear were almost a decoration in this situation, and it was difficult to find the angle of fire, not to mention the accidental wounding of friendly troops.

As far as the eye can see, there are corpses filled in the battlefield, and the German aboriginal troops as a supporting role have long been exhausted, and only the hard-numbered ones are left on the battlefield. Even Hu Bin had experienced such a tragic battle for the first time, and the veteran numberer, who was experienced in the previous mission world and could lead the army alone, actually piled up corpses on this not wide position like a miscellaneous soldier.

Looking around, Hu Bin found that the numberers who could still stand on the battlefield were forced to start hugging the group, and nearly half of the numberers used their lives to warn the survivors in the previous stalemate that it was difficult for individuals to survive the battle to this extent.

Although he had a premonition in this regard, Hu Bin also underestimated the madness of the contractors, but fortunately, the numberers were well prepared, relying on the desperate fighting of the German aboriginal soldiers, and the remaining numberers simply contained the most crazy wave of attacks of the enemy, otherwise they would have really been wiped out by the crazy attack on the opposite side.

At this time, it is the most stupid performance to retain strength, and the successive outbursts of the numberers in the battle opened Hu Bin's eyes, and all kinds of low-level and middle-level magic and divine arts began to fly uncontrollably. In the more dangerous waves of attacks, the Allied armored forces once cooperated with the contractors to break through two lines of defense and empty half of the trenches, but several warriors who seemed to be leaky relied on the buff status of the auxiliary class to kill a seven-in-seven-out with a high-level combat skill charging whirlwind, leading the numberers to repel the enemy again.

In melee combat, the numberers with full firepower were able to shake off the contractors and the Allied tankmen eight streets. Relying on these powerful veteran numberers, it was often possible for a group of Allied infantry led by the contractor to rush into the trench and be slaughtered by a team of numberers who cooperated with each other in less than half a minute. Such brutal and high-intensity battles consumed the indigenous soldiers on the contractor's side extremely quickly, and even turned themselves into cannon fodder when needed.

Hu Bin, who was panting with the holy sword in his hand, had just dealt with a contractor who had come forward to fight with him, and the cluster grenade tied to that guy made Hu Bin's heart palpitate. Fortunately, he moved quickly and took out his opponent before the lead was pulled. Like most numberers, Hu Bin was also in a situation of lack of energy, and after several uses of the precious Moon Well water, his body had developed some resistance to it, but Hu Bin swallowed the fourth bottle without hesitation.

It has to be said that the counterattack of the contractors before death is quite dangerous, especially at the moment when it is difficult for the numberers to maintain their defense after they have consumed most of their energy and physical strength, and the explosion at close range makes it difficult for their lives to be guaranteed, and the defense line has been on the verge of collapse.

Hu Bin silently put down the holy sword, and while seizing the time to recover his strength, he replaced the submachine gun with a new magazine. In such a narrow and tortuous environment in the trenches. A submachine gun tends to be less labor-intensive than any weapon. Stallone clung to his side, still in horror at the bundle of grenades. As an assassin with little defense, the best way to save his life on such a battlefield is to find a qualified meat shield, and Hu Bin is undoubtedly a good choice, and there are some numbered people gathered here for the same reason.

Mickey and Miranda, twin sisters who look almost identical. It subverted Hu Bin's consistent perception of senior numberers in almost every aspect.

Sister Mickie's profession is quite a rare battle sacrifice, this profession is quite similar to the paladin, and it is also a panacea profession that can resist and fight milk, but it is more inclined to a legal profession. But what really makes Hu Bin care is not this, but the combined age of the two sisters is not as old as Hu Bin. Anyone who sees a petite blonde Lori with a German steel helmet on her head and a war hammer of equal height will feel very disobedient, and when this Lori uses her skillful combat skills to cut down a dozen enemies in front of Hu Bin, this disobedience becomes messy. It's hard for Hu Bin to think about which god makes Lori like Miki so strong.

"But the only thing that is certain. That god must be a lolicon. "Everybody's going crazy about it.

Ignoring the age limit of the number picker, the appearance of Mi Qi and Hu Bin, a temporary small group, were indeed of great help. Dressed in white armor, she can not only act as a warrior, but also unleash several very useful buffs for her teammates in between battles, and more importantly, she can also act as a temporary healer.

At this time, Mi Qi followed behind Hu Bin's tall meat shield. The little face stared tensively ahead, guarding the safety of Hu Bin's flank. The smoke left a little ash on her face, and the golden Liuhan was tightly stuck to her forehead with sweat. This appearance made Hu Bin can't help but sigh, what made her, who should have been cared for in her parents' arms, selected by the space and sent to such a cruel battlefield. But Hu Bin knew his worries were a little unnecessary. The fighting enthusiasm exuded from the little guy's eyes even surpassed that of an adult like him, which gave Hu Bin the illusion that she was more adapted to the space battlefield than herself.

Miranda was tightly protected by the rest of the small team, unaffected by the fierce fighting, and was grooming her sister with a clean handkerchief. As a legal professional wearing a magic robe and holding a magic staff, Miranda is much quieter than her sister, but she rarely speaks, but she has an unusual calmness, even in the heat of battle, it is difficult for her to show a big expression. The small and fragile body and delicate and indifferent face make people feel a little pity, but a wide black robe that exudes an unsettling aura makes people stay away.

The Sorcererer, a profession whose name alone can make people uneasy, was forced by fate to lay on Miranda's body, declaring that all the blessings of the gods were completely insulated from the child.

The "Sorcer" class is rare, but it's famous, and certainly for pitting teammates. Warlock is a profession that attaches great importance to talent, but anyone who acquires the profession of Warlock of Chaos is said to be "too fierce to be a murderer, and the lone star of the sky", and everyone who does good with it will be cursed in various ways. And as the warlock's strength increases, the number, type, and power of the curse will increase.

Miranda has a permanent negative cursed state, a terrible state called the "Curse of Spitting", and has the inaugural Scourge Warlock. Always wrapped in bad luck, both the order and chaos camps are respectful of it, even if it is an absolutely neutral camp. Another effect of Spit Curse is that it temporarily reduces the Luck stat by 5 over time to nearby teammates, and cannot be dispelled unless there is a high enough resistance or continuous dispel.

The Lucky attribute is a very special attribute for the numberer, generally floating between 0 and 5 points, when in this value area, it will not have much impact on normal operations and the strategy of the mission world, but if the luck value is above or below this range, then it will have some additional effects. The positive effects of the Lucky attribute must accumulate to more than 20 points for it to be noticeable. But if the luck value is pulled to a negative value, all kinds of negative effects will follow. It can happen as small as a foot to a bite, to a tongue, to a large reduction in accuracy, and skill failure. In severe cases, it will also cause a spell backlash.

It can be seen that the two sisters are not less rejected by others because of this curse, even Hu Bin was quite hesitant when he knew the effect of spitting the curse, not that he didn't think about refusing to team up with the two Lori, but in the end he accepted them, which attracted Stallone's "perverted Loli Control" complaint.

Although the two sisters are young, they are not stupid, and although the team of numbered people they met before are optimistic about the effect of Mickey's auxiliary healing. But they all refused to team up with them because of this curse. finally met a team that was willing to accept their sister, and the two naturally cherished this opportunity very much, and blew out their old bottom on the spot, which immediately stunned Hu Bin.

Paying the price also comes with a corresponding reward, and although the Warlock of Chaos will go further and further down the path of pitting his teammates, he will also gain enough power as a result. As a curse of spitting bundled with a profession, the negative status is truly terrifying. But it is the root of the Sorcerer. Curses allow the Warlock to earn "Doom Points" (a substance necessary for a Warlock to cast spells) from the affected teammates, which is equivalent to the mage's mana, and the more people affected, the faster the Doom Points will be earned. As a profession that even the gods are afraid of, the skills of the Scourge Warlock are also quite powerful. It has various advantages such as significant practical effect, low consumption, strong power, and strange effects that are difficult to defend, and the characteristics of the warlock profession that automatically obtains skills with the increase of strength have also been retained, which is many times stronger than the mage who burns money. But often others abandon the Curse Warlock for the sake of the curse before they notice it, refusing to be with him, spitting on the curse for the sake of the name.

The position of the small group defender was handed over to a senior numbered water warrior nicknamed "Towel", although the strength is only advanced and low-level, but the basic skills are very solid, belonging to the kind of reliable teammates who have experienced a big scene, and when the battle first entered the white heat, it happened to be near Hu Bin and them, and joined this small group by the way, Stallone always wanted to understand why his nickname was called "Towel", but was blocked back by a face full of resentment and black history.

Hu Bin's team formed a standard 311 formation and patrolled through the trenches. The chemistry cultivated on the battlefield allows the numbered squads to defend their respective territories spontaneously and leave plenty of room for the other squads. Miranda's professional energy source made her the only member of the current team who could still use spells, but because of her, the other squads were reluctant to approach Hu Bin and them, making Hu Bin and the area they needed to defend a little larger, but the strong strength made Hu Bin and them leave a deep impression in the hearts of many numbered people.

As the battle dragged on, the time slowly approached dusk, and neither the numberers nor the contractors were willing to drag the battle into the night, so the contractors launched the last attack of the day at dusk. The Allied infantry finally caught up with the advance armored forces on the eve of the attack, and the contractors, who had not had time to rest, were sent into battle, while many of the contractors slowly approached the trench grinder in the midst of the soldiers.

Relying on the wreckage of the chariots left on the battlefield, a large number of Allied soldiers approached to a range of 400 meters from the first line of defense, but the contractors did not feel the slightest lightheart, and their breathing became heavier, because the tragic experiences of countless companions told them that the real hell began from this line.

Unaware of the tension of the contractors, a group of Allied soldiers moved from one wreck to another as before. But at this moment, a neat burst of gunfire rang out. "Sniper". I don't know if it was the soldier who shouted, and all the soldiers of the Allied camp subconsciously lay down and looked for cover, and then carefully probed to observe the situation. More than a dozen soldiers who crossed the line. Without exception, they were knocked to the ground by the bullets that burst into them. The soldiers who saw this scene all gasped in their hearts, they were sent to the battlefield after only three months of training, although they experienced the baptism of landing warfare, but they still did not change the fact that they were rookies, and their morale was almost crushed in an instant.

Killing more enemies in the shortest amount of time before they rush forward is a skill that is quite skilled for numberers. Within range, the enemy's armor is the primary target, destroy it by any means, and then use a precise rifle salvo from a long range to deter the enemy and slow down the enemy's advance. After that, free fire consumes the enemy's vital forces, and then hits the enemy with saturation fire when the enemy is in the effective range of the heavy machine gun. Finally, leave the task of sniping the enemy to your companions in the rear line, and prepare to enter the trenches and street battles, without giving the contractor a chance to damage themselves from a distance.

After going through this process several times, the contractors are already familiar with it, and of course they will not do the task of charging into battle as cannon fodder. Sure enough, with the Allied officer's drinking order. The Allied soldiers finally began to move on. The numberers who had been waiting for a long time did not hesitate to send rifle bullets to the Allied soldiers who dared to come forward, and the anti-tank fire in the distance began to cover the battlefield, and the Allied soldiers were constantly shot and fell to the ground, but their deaths inspired others to want to survive, and the Allied army marched faster.

The tongues of fire of a handful of heavy machine guns licked the muzzles of their guns, and together with other companions, they weaved a net of fire on the battlefield, and the sound of submachine guns also joined the carnival of harvesting life at this moment. With the Allied soldiers falling like wheat, the rhythm of the attack finally began to stop the car.

In just one minute, the heavy machine guns on the positions had poured all their bullets, and the numbered men who held them rushed headlong into the trenches before the Allies could begin to organize an effective counterattack, while the other gunfire gradually subsided, leaving the Allied soldiers with a seemingly undefended position. Finally, the Contractors who had waited for this moment began to charge with their follow-up troops. There was not the slightest expectation of the soldiers on the front line.

As the contractors judged, the Allied soldiers who broke into the trenches in the first round did not cause any substantial damage to the numbered ones in the trenches, except for a hellish scream and a round of shooting, but instead shot and wounded many of their own people in a panic, and then were slaughtered in the following time. But they managed to buy enough time for the contractors to get into the trenches safely. For a while, the sound of fierce fighting erupted in the trenches.

"It's finally here." Hu Bin checked the weapon in his hand again, and then with a submachine gun in one hand and a sword in the other, he and the others rushed towards the trench that the contractors had invaded.

The two Allied soldiers who were rushing faster had just come out of the corner when they were sieveed by half-shuttle submachine gun bullets, and Mickey behind him threw out the grenade that he had been holding in his hand, bounced on the inner wall of the trench, and fell exactly into the corner, and then an explosion sounded with several screams. Hu Bin took advantage of this opportunity to finally rush to the corner, ran out of the remaining submachine gun bullets, and then released a thick door shield from the ring and put it in the corridor, and finally attached the wind wall technique to the iron-clad shield, handing over the performance time to the others.

Seeing that the enemy who had just attacked him actually walked out of the corner with a shield on his head, the allied soldiers in the corridor were all stunned by such a strange situation, but the contractor among them would not, and immediately reminded the other allied soldiers to attack, and a few people in front immediately pulled the trigger frantically, bound to eliminate the enemy behind the shield.

"Earth Guard!" The life-size hammer in Miki's hand flashed a dim light, and an earthen wall stood in front of Hu Bin, blocking the enemy's attack, and the bullets that had consumed most of the kinetic energy by the earthen wall were no longer a threat to the numbered ones behind the shield. It was at this point that the numberers began to fight back.