Open! Like the first thunder of early spring, the armor steel plate groaned and twisted, almost breaking into ninety degrees! It flew out with the Pantapo hanging behind it, and fell dozens of meters away, while the four seventh-order strength ability people threw it around, directly hitting the surrounding walls, and then slowly slid down, and then fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The invisible shock wave centered on Murray's fist blade, spreading in all directions in a circle, and the weapons racks, humanoid targets, and even all kinds of miscellaneous personnel encountered along the way fell or even flew away!

Murray maintained a bombardment stance, his fist was slowly splitting, blood began to gush out, and even finger bones could be seen in the crack! Murray's phalanges turned out to be golden.

He looked at the distance between the armor plate and the Pantapo, and a smile finally appeared on his thick lips. Although he was injured, he blasted Pantapo and the four seventh-order abilities away at the same time with one punch, and the distance of the blast was five meters more than last month, which made Murray very satisfied, and the resentment that had been inexplicably accumulated in the past few days unconsciously dissipated a lot.

Just when Murray was smiling, he suddenly heard an explosion faintly in the distance! As soon as his eyebrows furrowed, the faint shock wave was immediately distinguished.

It was the sound of a rocket exploding, and judging by the shaking of the ground, it was supposed to be the collapse of a watchtower on the outskirts of Maca. Maca City has no walls, but has set up sentry posts more than ten meters high in several locations to keep an eye on the enemy. The reason why the city of Maca does not have walls is simple: it was the residence of the governor of the northern frontier of the empire. In the history of the empire, when he was the governor of northern Xinjiang, he led a full 50-strong personal guard and a 500-strong guard, but he never defeated an enemy of less than 5,000 men. There was only one time in history when the eleven lords of Northern Xinjiang joined forces to rebel, gathered an army of more than 20,000 people, and ambushed the governor of Northern Xinjiang who was alone because of the light enemy. The battle lasted a day and a night, from the foothills to the forest, and the governor and his three hundred guards were unable to support the arrival of reinforcements.

When the governor and the captain of his guard fell, they were surrounded by more than six thousand enemy corpses.

This battle stabilized northern Xinjiang for 20 years.

Murray's face immediately sank, clenched his fist, which was still dripping blood, and strode towards the outside of the pyramid. Passing by an attendant maid, Murray grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up to him, shouting, almost against the girl's face, "Where are my guards?" Go and wake up all those dead pigs! Pantapo! Get up for me, don't lie there and play dead! Take ten men with me, I want to see which guy is so bold as to blow up my watchtower! ”

Of course, Pantapo was not playing dead, and he withstood Murray's full blow, even if four subordinates helped him to share the burden, the injuries were not light. This is an injury that could have left him lying for a whole week. But he felt the Governor's outpouring anger, and understood better the source of the Governor's anger. Murray was arrogant, and if it weren't for the color of his skin, he would certainly not have been sent to the north with his ability. Of the eleven governors of the empire, all knew that the northern frontier was the most barren region. In contrast, northern Xinjiang is also the quietest region, and there has been no major rebellion for 20 years, which makes Murray completely useless. In an empire that values individual force, it means that there is no opportunity to express one's strength. But the attack in front of him led Murray's thoughts in another direction.

The attack was neither early nor too late, but it happened during Murray's tenure, do these guys think Murray is easy to bully?

Standing in the square in front of the pyramids, Murray stared into the distance with his hands behind his back, his face as gloomy as a radiant cloud in the sky. The bombed-down watchtower was four kilometres away, surrounded by a flat river. The sound of gunfire was still faint, and from here, the attackers could be seen retreating into the jungle in two trucks. More than a dozen indigenous warriors were running after the truck. The watchtower was still burning, seven or eight corpses were lying around, and several surviving fighters were hiding behind the rubble, firing incessantly at the retreating enemy. However, everyone knows how accurate the rifle is at a distance of more than five hundred meters, and unless there is luck above the eighth order, these guys will not be able to pose any threat at all. What they did was to show that they still had the courage to fight, and the other was to waste ammunition.

Piercing sirens sounded over the city of Maca, and groups of soldiers rushed out of the barracks and assembled at the designated location. But then, they don't know what to do. Some stood by and others drove out of the city of Maca, searching everywhere for traces of the enemy. Twenty years of peaceful life have long made the officers of Maca City forget how to fight. As for the war with the indigenous tribes, it is more akin to hunting.

And in the pyramids, the heavily armed Governor's Guards were pouring out of several exits, lining up in the square. The Governor's Guard, on the other hand, appeared behind Murray at the first moment. They were tall, muscular like tightropes, but not bulky, and all black. Outwardly, these fighters are almost a replica of Murray himself. They never have expressions, nor do they fear or betray. The fifty guards were simply equipped, with only alloy cast armor to protect the most important parts, and weapons were daggers, machetes, and three throwing axes, simple and primitive, like gladiators in ancient times. But even Pantapo did not dare to despise them, he knew very well what the destructive power of these fifty beasts was in the rainforest, at night, and in the mountains.

Pantapo narrowed his eyes, although he had not strengthened his eyesight, but as his ability improved, his physical primitives would also improve, and it was not difficult to see the scenery a few kilometers away. Looking at the two trucks that were not fast or slow, he struggled to come up with a word from his muscular head: "Lure the enemy deeper?" ”

The word ushered in Murray's ever-bigger fist! A punch blasted Pantapo more than ten meters away before Murray roared: "Nonsense! Of course I know it's luring the enemy deeper! How could I not even see a problem that you, an idiot with muscles all over your body, can see it! With such an obvious strategy, those guys are not luring the enemy, but provoking, provoking! Do you know what provocation means, know how to spell the word? They are saying that our intellect can only see this kind of strategy! How did I raise a bunch of idiots like you! ”

Murray's furious roar spread almost throughout the pyramid, and Pantapo got up from the ground, shook his drowsy head, and staggered back again. The punch that could break the neck bone of an elephant fell on him, and it just made him feel a little dizzy.

However, Murray seems to have forgotten one thing, and that is that he can't spell the word provocation either.

"I'm going to show you how wrong it is!" Murray muttered to himself coldly, then suddenly raised his voice and roared: "All the guards come with me, the guards are two hundred, and the rest are all on standby." Go to the commander of the garrison and ask him to send 3,000 men to outflank him from the left and right. If a black-skinned monkey runs away from him, he won't have to come back! ”

A herald sped away, and in the complex environment of the city, the fourth-order speed boost made him run far more efficiently than a car.

Two large black men came carrying a one-handed heavy axe made of ornate dark cyan heavy alloy with a gold vein and handle, knelt on one knee and presented it to Murray. The heavy axe is 1.5 meters long, and just looking at the handle with a diameter of 10 centimeters, it is not something that ordinary people can hold.

Murray grabbed the heavy axe, lifted it gently, and shouted "Go!" Then he threw off his stride and ran towards the outside of Maca!

That's right, Murray didn't ride a horse at all, but relied on his two long legs and ran directly to the battlefield a few kilometers away! The big black feet, bare, emitted a dull tremor every time they touched the earth. No matter how sharp the gravel is, it will not be able to pierce the soles of his feet, but will crush his bones under the weight.

One by one, the expressionless guards began to show excitement, cruelty, and bloodlust, and followed Murray towards the battlefield. The Guards automatically divided two hundred men and followed, while the remaining three hundred remained on standby.

Until Murray ran out of Maca City, the warriors in the city had not yet finished assembling. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for even the most elite troops to assemble from scattered camps and complete the preparation for an attack in a matter of minutes. But Murray was moody, and it was unclear whether the garrison commander would be whipped for something.

With a hideous smile on his face, Murray ran faster and faster, and then he was like a mammoth elephant sprinting at the speed of a cheetah! The guards could barely keep up with him, and the two hundred guards were a little uneven, and the line was dragged into a long line.

"Oops! The Governor has begun to charge! At the top of a thirty-meter-high watchtower, the short and fat garrison commander put down his high-powered binoculars, and without bothering to wipe the sweat on his face, he roared angrily to the herald beside him: "Go and tell those two fools, Sùpiro and Charupo, that they stop gathering any more soldiers, and bring as many people as they want now!" Let's go! Meeting point...... Right at the top of the Kavre hills! Sue the two stupid pigs, if they can't get out of the city within three minutes, they will die by themselves. If I can't stop all the fleeing attackers on the line south of the Cavre hills, I will cut off their eggs and throw all the women of their family into the prostitute camp before the Governor sends me to the gallows!! ”

After venting the hysteria, the garrison commander remembered something, so he shouted angrily to the staff officers next to him: "Take a good look, which bastard's army are those people?" ”

The herald was in a cold sweat, and the garrison commander's speech was as fast as a rapid-fire cannon, and he didn't even have time to relay the order, but fortunately he was clever enough to hold the starting phone high, so that the garrison commander's roar could be transmitted directly to the two corps commanders below. However, before the threat of the garrison commander was finished, the two assembled barracks in Maca City opened their doors widely, and more than a dozen high-powered motorcycles rushed out first! The rider on the motorcycle screwed the accelerator straight to the end, and the whole motorcycle roared furiously, rushing out of the city at a frantic speed, completely ignoring the crowds coming and going on the streets. With a bang, a skinny indigenous slave was hit by a leading motorcycle, and his body flew high and flew straight more than ten meters away. The knight in the car cursed angrily, and suddenly waved his right arm, and the thick steel chain wrapped around his right arm flew out like a poisonous dragon, and instantly caught up with the slave in the air! A flower of flesh and blood suddenly bloomed in the air!

Such a tragic scene was released on the street, but no one stopped it, and no one even dared to show unbearable expressions. The rider on the motorcycle is Piro, the commander of the Third Corps, who is known for his cruelty, let alone killing just a slave, or even killing a dozen free people. And at the end of the road in the distance, a group of soldiers belonging to the Third Legion were rushing at full speed, closely following their commander. Although it was impossible for the two legs of these warriors to catch up with their commander, everyone was running with their lives.

It was a tradition in the Imperial army that the last soldier to run during the charge was severely punished or even put to death. The second tradition of the Imperial Army is that no matter what kind of enemy it encounters, the first option is always to attack. And the third tradition of the imperial army is that the supreme command must rush to the forefront.

Now it was so, Governor Murray rushed ahead of all the guards, and the two attacking corps were also led by the corps commanders. The only thing in the entire city of Maca that didn't need to do that was the garrison commander. Although the garrison commander is very average in personal combat power, he is the nephew of the current emperor. However, in the martial Sun Empire, this identity can only allow him to get such a position that is not up or down, and it has to be on the frontier.

It was only a rocket that knocked down the watchtower, but this rocket stabbed a hornet's nest and blew up the entire city of Maca! The two trucks that provoked this qiē also got rid of their twisted posture and began to accelerate wildly, and the old bodies of the vehicles jumped non-stop on the rugged ground, threatening to fall apart at any moment. The people in the car were visibly terrified, desperately trying to escape, completely ignoring their companions who were running on the ground. At this rate, they would surely be overtaken by Murray before escaping into the forest.

"Five kilometres away, it's Murray's style." Kubire lowered his binoculars and muttered. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his dark and fat face, which showed that although he appeared calm, Murray had been building up power for a long time, and the domineering charge did bring him great pressure.

The woods are not deep, and the front of the hill is only about a kilometer wide. Sue was sitting halfway up the Kavre Mountains, just in time to see the speeding trucks and Murray in pursuit.

Su was still sitting in the high-backed chair, looking down at the battlefield peacefully. Although Kubire, who was standing behind him, had a powerful eighth-order ability attack and defense master, his role in the past few days was more like that of a professional porter, who was specifically responsible for moving this chair. E