I ran away, and two more stone bullets were smashed near me, depending on the strength, as long as one more shot, no matter how strong this mecha is, it will fall apart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I had already seen the two trebuchets, hidden in the deepest part of the battle formation besieging Tedamir, protected by at least two thousand men, previously covered with a cloth covered with grass, and put into use as soon as I saw me put on the mech, which should have been specially designed to deal with this mech, and I'm sure there must be more ways to deal with this Kress greatest invention over there.

Without hesitation, I jumped to the back of the hill, the dead end of the trebuchet, and looked at Old G and Claes, who were also driven by the flying stone projectiles.

I said, "Claes, is there a way to give them an arrow? just kill those skilled gunners!"

Claes shook his head: "It's too far, at least eight hundred meters, and there are too few angles that can be shot, you see those gunners, they actually have special shields to protect them, there's no way!"

I looked at Old G: "That's it, brother, you can help me!"

Old G wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted with palpitations, but still smiled and said, "No problem, you say!"

I said, "You use your speed to rush into their formation, cause chaos, and preferably kill one or two captains or something, and create a chance for Claes!"

Old G was stunned and said, "Then why don't I just kill those gunners?"

I poked my head out and looked at it, and said, "No, those gunners are in too deep positions, and you may not be able to come out if you kill them directly." The adjustment of the trebuchet takes time and is troublesome, as long as I don't move, they won't easily adjust the angle to deal with you, so you still have a chance to live. As soon as the gunner is killed, I will immediately rush into battle and save you, you have to believe me!"

Old G looked at me deeply and suddenly stretched out his hand.

"What?" I said.

Old G didn't speak, just smiled and lightly punched the huge left fist of the mecha, saying, "I believe in you! Brother, don't let me die!"

After speaking, Lao G flashed, stepped on the route like a spiritual snake, and shot like an arrow towards the battle formation of thousands of people eight or nine hundred meters below.

The first rain of arrows broke out on the left side, and at least two hundred sniper crossbows fired a covering salvo at the old G at the same time, and a black cloud flew up like a hideous swarm of locusts, and covered the old G.

I saw Lao G's body sink, and the two-handed sword in his hand suddenly raised, followed by fragments of sunlight reflected by the blade, a large spot of light, like a fine raindrop.

The black cloud seemed to hit the stone headlong, and within a meter of the old G's body, it splashed in all directions.

I feel a little cold, it turns out that Old G's strength is so strong, if I really need to fight him one day......

I looked down at Kress and the idea of retreating suddenly struck me. If I withdraw, there is absolutely no doubt that Lao G will die here, although my more than 1,000 people will not be spared, but it is worth it to be able to bring such an important character as Lao G to the funeral.

But the thought only passed through my mind, and then it disappeared, and I crouched down and said, "Cress, get on my back, and after the sniping, we quickly move ...... Dog, go back first, the battle here is not for you to intervene in. ”

The dog took one look at me, jumped on his horse, and led his dog away with a smoke. Cress nodded, and pulled a slender light crossbow bolt from his quiver and loaded it into the slot.

As he spoke, Lao G was already like a god, shattering the dark cloud of arrows with a sword and rushing out. He was greeted by a larger rain of arrows in front of him, and at least five hundred sniper crossbows were fired in an arc-shaped array, like a pair of big black hands, slapping at Old G from both sides like mosquitoes.

Old G's body froze, fell to the ground, his heels spun, his body spun up like a spinning top, and the sunlight reflected by thousands of sword blades flickered, and he actually broke through this rain of arrows again!

But I saw that his steps were already a little vain, and his body was staggering.

I said, "Can you snipe?"

Kress shook his head: "No, those gunners haven't moved, they should have been aiming at us all the time!"

As soon as the rain of arrows stopped, Lao G's body immediately flew out from the spot, leaving only a weed-like arrow, this time the flying speed was faster, and his whole person almost turned into a sword light, and before I could see it clearly, he was already approaching within fifty meters of the battle array.

It is these fifty meters that is the most dangerous distance.

As soon as Old G's footsteps stepped into the fifty meters, I saw at least a thousand Dark Order infantry forming a shield wall in front of him, suddenly raising their hands in unison, and then, a series of breaking sounds sounded, and thousands of javelins flew over the sky and the sun, and at the same time, the crossbowmen on both sides could see that there were at least five or six hundred Eyes of Death, as well as more sniper crossbowmen, raised their crossbows at the same time, shooting at him at the same time from a range of one hundred and eighty degrees in front of Old G.

Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, I could still hear the "click" of the crossbow machines that rained down on the other side.

If I look at it from the perspective of the old G, I should easily think of the tsunami, a wave of arrows and throwing guns, overwhelmingly shooting down on the old G.

In a pitch-black wave, suddenly a golden sword light flashed, like a golden pair of scissors, and a pair of scissors cut through this oppressive black cloth.

With this sword light, Lao G went straight up, and actually directly broke through the peak of this wave, he relaxed his hands in the air with great grace, and the two-handed sword in his hand flew out with a more dazzling golden light.

Following the direction of the sword, I saw at a glance that behind the waves, a black cloak was mounted on a black hunting horse.

The next moment, this black cloak, along with his master, was pierced through the chest by this two-handed sword, and the huge kinetic energy directly ripped his body off the horse and plunged headlong into the crowd.

"Now!" I roared, and I could already see the gunner's side of a shield lowered recklessly, revealing a stunned face behind it. Kress lay behind me and yelled, "Don't move!"

Then, my body subconsciously froze there, not daring to move, and the time seemed to become extraordinarily long at this moment, as if a second had passed, and another hour had passed.

There was a metallic thud, followed by a white shadow, which departed from the strings at a speed I couldn't catch with my naked eyes, and not far above my head, it made an air-piercing sonic boom.

About a second or so, when the body of the old G flying in the air had begun to fall, the light crossbow bolt dragged a milky white shallow mark, flew over the distance of seven or eight hundred meters between us, and in an incomparably perfect parabola, bypassed the top edge of the fallen oared shield, and submerged behind the oar.

Immediately afterwards, the black cloak, which was standing by the trebuchet, hiding behind the oar shield, and staring in our direction, as if it had been struck by lightning, jerked his body jerked, and he was torn off the trebuchet's platform by the huge kinetic energy brought by the light arrow, and never got up again.

"Hit!" Chress shouted as he slammed his helmet against me.

I didn't bother to look too much, but I sprang to one side with Kress on my back, and as I expected, as soon as I stepped on my front foot, I heard a thunderous whistling sound from the sky as a stone bullet slashed across it. It was just that without the command of the suspected trebuchet commander, the two stone bullets were very hasty, and they were far from where I had been.

But even so, the roar and waves of the stone bullets hitting the ground still made me a little unsteady under my feet.

After stumbling a few steps, Kress jumped off my back, plunged headlong into the crater that had just been smashed, and yelled, "Go and save someone, I'm safe here!"

I glanced at him, now is the moment of 100,000 urgency, Lao G has lost his weapon, and fell into the pile of people, I don't know if there is still a way to live, and it will be too late to hesitate. I could only nod my head, turn my head and roar and rush towards the battle array below.

Impacting the battle formation of tens of millions of people with the power of one person, this feeling, there is a hint of excitement in timidity, I don't know what old G's mood was before, but as far as I'm concerned, it's just refreshing, and I'm scared.

At a distance of 800 meters, the two trebuchets only fired twice, and the four stone bullets were far away from me, it should be Claes's arrow that worked, and where the old G fell, the riot continued, and it seems that the vitality of that guy is really very tenacious.

As my thoughts raced, I was close to fifty meters away from the battle formation, and the same dense number of spear and crossbow arrows flew towards me, but I didn't bother to dodge, and let them smash on the mecha with a loud sound.

Sure enough, this thing is still very good!

With a hook on my ring finger, twenty times the effort, turn on!

With a kick of my foot, the soft soil was plowed into a small pit, and like a heavily armed heavy cavalry, I rushed unhindered into the phalanx of infantry, their cone-headed spears and kite-shaped shields, as crisp as flour in front of the mechs that were twenty times as powerful.

With a flick of my arm, the two or three infantry of the Order on the left broke their guns and shields, and the entire encirclement was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

When I ran to the old G, I saw that he seemed to have been bathed in blood, at least more than a dozen wounds turned out hideously, and he held a strange-shaped long knife in each of his left and right hands, very reluctant to protect himself.

Seeing me coming, his spirit relaxed slightly, and a spear stabbed into his right abdomen from the crowd behind him, and before I could say a word to remind him, he seemed to have eyes on his back, and the long knife in his right hand slashed out like lightning, just cutting the blade of the spear that stabbed like a poisonous snake. With the power of this sword, he also rose into the air and hung on my back.

"Hurry up, I won't be able to hold on for long!" said Old G, panting, blood foaming through the visor spraying half of my face.

I tilted my head, "Then sit down!" and turned and ran headlong into my besieged brethren.

At 20 times the output, I basically don't need any movement, just bump.

The gunman blocks the way and crashes into it!

The hussars block the way and crash through!

Tank pitcher blocks the road and hits ...... Wait, tank pitcher?!

Before I could react, the crowd in front of me suddenly retreated to both sides, revealing a dozen gray cloaks, each carrying a sealed oil canister with a burning lamp grass stuck in it, and they exhaled and raised their voices when they saw me, and a string of oil canisters rolled and threw at me.

Damn, when I was hit by this thing, I would definitely become an iron plate human flesh for the first time!

The tank pitchers knew at a glance that they had been trained for a long time, and the dozen or so tanks were not all aimed at me, but were thrown up and down, left and right, front and back, blocking all my retreats at once.

I'm going to explain it here......

I felt the heater and hotter temperature approaching, as if death was beckoning to me.

At this moment, the old G, who was bleeding on his back, suddenly roared and flew out like an arrow from my shoulder, and his body spread his hands in the air, like a gliding eagle.

Then, the two long knives on the left and right slashed out a series of knife shadows at an extremely strange speed, and under the reflection of the sun's light, those broken light and shadows were connected into a whole light curtain.

"Broken Arrow !!"

More than a dozen oil canisters exploded at the same time at this moment, and those burning lamp grasses were wiped out by thousands of sword lights at the same time before they were stained with the fire oil inside the moment the oil burst open, and there was not a single star left.

Old G and I were just drenched in oil.

Before I could react, Lao G jumped up and threw himself into the crowd of more than a dozen people who were leaning over to carry oil cans, and as soon as the knife was wrong, the dozen or so people flew out in pieces.

But at the same time, Old G was also half-kneeling on the ground, and I saw that the wounds on his body were gushing out of the blood.

"Let's go!" Old G roared, gasping.

I picked him up and threw him on my back, and continued to bump into Tedamir with my head in the direction of Tedamir.

I couldn't take care of that much, I directly turned on eighty times the output, and under such a multiplier of power, everything, as long as it was bumped into, would directly turn into a blood mist.

Amid the constant sound of the broken human body, I finally broke through the encirclement of the Seventh Legion and plunged headlong into the besieged Tydamir's personal guards, and at the first moment, I opened my visor and yelled at my terrified warriors: "Tedamir, I am Emmons, I have come to save you!"

I was answered by a single knife that was thrown at my face by Tydamir, who was waiting in the front row.