"Everyone, please come with me, reinforcements are ahead!

Mu Shao'an roared loudly at this time, he grabbed eight heads in that round, which showed that he was extraordinarily brave, although these twenty or so Demacian Imperial soldiers did not recognize him, but it did not affect the trust of the camp between them, especially when Fang Cai was killed, these soldiers were also in high morale, and immediately screamed without thinking about it, chasing Mu Shaoan to another gap in the city wall not far away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A few of the petty officers hesitated, but they didn't say anything, how could there be so many ways in this battlefield of life and death right now?

However, they didn't know that although Mu Shao'an had the idea of grabbing people's heads, he was also worried that one or two virus nightcrawlers would suddenly appear among the virus soldiers, and even C-level virus elites would emerge, so he couldn't bear it, but if he could be followed by more than 20 friendly troops, it would be different.

As the saying goes, you can only fish in muddy waters!

It's just that Mu Shaoan still thinks too much, the position he picked was originally the most edge of the battlefield, that is, the place with the least virus elites, even if there were one or two, he had to greet the elite soldiers of the Seventh Legion, and the rest were all big road goods.

So after keenly discovering this, Mu Shao'an Ke really came to the spirit, shouting loudly, relying on himself as a new force, relying on his full explosive value, relying on his combat skills, wielding an iron shield and long knife, killing this majesty, where he passed, invincible!

He robbed the limelight, and he also grabbed a lot of heads, and this experience point rose by brushing.

And he was so brave, the other soldiers of the Seventh Legion, who had been in a stalemate before, were also happy to follow him all the way to kill, and they also knew the ancient essence of great strength in numbers, and easy to fight with the wind.

So in less than ten minutes, Mu Shao'an was surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers of the Seventh Legion, defeating four or five groups of virus soldiers, although everyone was tired, but the morale really didn't have to be said.

Of course, at this time, it doesn't matter about the art of commanding, just rushing down, and the snowball is getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, when Mu Shaoan and the others defeated a group of more than 100 virus soldiers again, they met the real elite.

There was no warning.

Originally, there were seventeen or eighteen virus deserters in front of him, but seeing the blood and knife flashes, in the blink of an eye, these virus deserters turned into corpses and fell to the ground, which was simply breathtaking.

At first, Mu Shao'an felt that he had encountered his allies, but the next moment, the hairs on his body stood upside down, and fifteen meters in front of him, there were only twenty people, standing side by side.

Everyone is dressed in black armor, draped in black cloaks, and armed with two swords, standing out!

There are not many people, but the momentum is like a big reef, and you can't help it if you are stormy.

"Class-D virus nightcrawler?"

"Legion of the Night!"

——

Mu Shaoxin began to complain, don't look at him before he killed a D-level virus spellcaster, but that was actually a big advantage, this kind of virus night walker who is also a D-level virus is a real melee elite, those two double knives can dance impermeable, I think that even Sharp and Kester were killed by others again and again, and they were in danger.

In the end, he calmly retreated under the siege of everyone, this strength, Mu Shaoan asked himself if he didn't have it.

In fact, not only him, but also the soldiers of the other Seventh Legion are stagnant, over the years, they have seen enough of the combat effectiveness of this terrible virus nightcrawler, especially when they form thousands, tens of thousands, known as the Night Legion, it is simply terrifying, among the major legions of the Demacian Empire, only the Dreadnought Vanguard Legion led by the old General Galen and the First Praetorian Guard Legion led by His Majesty the Emperor can compete head-on.

And the Seventh Legion, a second-rate local garrison corps that is similar to that raised by a queen, is far from being an opponent, especially since they are still new recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time.

This fear has been ingrained in every soldier's mind during the long war of the past one hundred and thirty years, and it is almost turning into a nightmare.

It was a joke that nearly a hundred Seventh Legionnaires were frightened by twenty Night Legion soldiers.

But it's no joke either!

Regardless of the other party's name, the momentum of the confrontation at this moment alone was completely suppressed.

For a while, Mu Shaoan's scalp was numb, and he actually wanted to retreat, but behind him were all soldiers of the Seventh Legion, and many people looked at him in unison.

Even the twenty virus nightcrawlers on the other side also stared at Sen Han's gaze.

I'll wipe it, you see my dry hair?

Lao Tzu is not an officer, Lao Tzu is not a master, Lao Tzu is here to pick up cheap ones!

Mu Shaoan wanted to shout like this.

His basic sword skills are currently only 97 points, but the basic sword skills of the twenty fierce gods on the opposite side are estimated to be at least 150 points.

His four-dimensional attribute is only about 45 points on average at present, but those virus nightcrawlers on the other side are all four-dimensional attributes with a full value of 75 points.

Is this gap casual?

Or does he want to die more happily?

But even so, Mu Shaoan also knew that he couldn't just be so deadlocked, once the momentum withered, don't think about being strong, so he still gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Brothers, there is death and no life!

Then Mu Shao'an Qingdun rushed out, but after only three or four meters of rushing, he felt that something was wrong, because there was no movement behind him, and the nearly 100 soldiers of the Seventh Legion actually shrank back.

Shrinking, they actually retreated back more than ten meters one after another, and it seemed that they wanted to continue to shrink back.

No way!

Aren't you thoughtless NPCs, and you're also the inheritors of Demacia's power, why can't even the puppet program creeps in this exercise be compared?

What if you want to play together?

What about watching the sunset together?

Vomit three liters of blood!

(At this time, it must be seriously stated to prevent everyone from shouting the power of Demacia to hack me to death, these soldiers are all second-rate local garrison legions, plus the war has lasted for more than a hundred years, so the elite veterans who dare to fight are either old or dead, and most of the rest are undertrained recruits or weak soldiers, of course, if it is the dreadnought vanguard corps of Galen's boss, it is another matter)

Then Mu Shao'an froze in place, cold sweat broke out, the nearly 100 friendly troops behind him ran faster than rabbits, and the more elite friendly troops in the west, that is, the main force of the Seventh Legion, although they were launching a full-scale charge, were still forty or fifty meters away from him.

Fifty meters across from him, the leader of a Virus Legion was trying to regroup, and the twenty powerful Nightcrawlers stood twelve meters in front of him.

I rubbed it, it was so full of deep malice.

He wanted to turn around and run, but he also knew that the consequence of doing so was to die faster.

"Well, guys, I think this might be a beautiful misunderstanding—"

(Thanks to the book friend Silver Chariot Requiem, Will Not Go to the Past, Egg Fragments Fragrance, Evil Flame Demon, Knight Daoming, Yu Zhou, Cold Martial Arts, Dragon Shao, Grass in the Field, etc.)