The frost in the early morning has not completely faded, Jonny woke up from the low barracks as usual, and when he opened his eyes, Jonny subconsciously touched the spear beside him, the cold body of the spear has been wrapped in a thick layer of cloth, because too many people use it, the body of this spear has been worn off the outside of the paint, only with this simple method can the body of the gun in his hand no longer slip. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Jacques?" Jonny called out the name of his village friend, only to be answered by a strange back, the bed that should have been his friend was now another soldier.

"Oh, is Jacques dead?" As if something unimportant had been lost, there was no trace of grief on Jonny's face for the death of his friend, perhaps for Jonny, it would be better to think more about how to deal with the approaching demon when he had time to grieve.

However, today was destined to be a day of consternation for soldier Jony, not only because his friend had become a strange figure overnight, but also because when he put on his armor and walked out of the barracks, he rarely saw his captain who had been recuperating under the pretext of recuperation.

The captain who was infused with all kinds of food looked extraordinarily fat, even the largest armor on his body looked extremely crowded, and his two thick thighs couldn't stop trembling in the cold wind, but his eyes were extremely clear and very energetic.

When he saw himself, the greeting that usually flew in turned into a standard military salute, but the shaking hand really made Jonny can't help but complain, and just as Jonny was about to ask his captain what happened, a long-lost horn sounded from the sky.

Like a roar from the sky, or like a huge wave from the far side, at that moment, the loud sound of the horn shook the sky and shattered the universe, and along with the horn sounded, there was a sword light that broke through the sky.

"Wind, Hanhai!"

The rebuke echoed, the sword swirled, and the dark clouds above Betley's sky followed, and then the black wave let out a violent roar, which was a response to the human sword master, but also a respect for a peak powerhouse, and a sign of the beginning of the battle.

"Jonny, don't be distracted, the battle is on. The fat captain pulled back his soldier's thoughts, and what permeated his face was no longer heavy and greasy, but the unique slaughter of soldiers.

The counterattack began, accompanied by a horn that resounded through the sky, accompanied by a sword light that pierced the sky, and launched the banner of the first counterattack against the darkness-shrouded Betley Imperial Capital.

Swords, glittering in the cold dew, spears, starry as they marched, and soldiers with blades struck their scarred armor and charged out of wet trenches, thorns, and even narrow streets.

Broken flesh and bones, splashes of red, and exhaled heat were intertwined in all corners of Betley's imperial capital, and the soldier Jonny was one of them, but now he was a wounded soldier dragging a spear.

The moment the horn of the charge blew up, they left their barracks without any choice, and rushed into the black demon tide, their sharp teeth tearing at Jonny's arms, thighs, or his abdominal cavity, if it weren't for the fat captain who sacrificed his life to knock away the demons around him, then it was himself who fell at this moment, not the captain who had been trampled into flesh by the demon army.

There is still so much oil after death, it is really a fat guy with a fat brain, and the panting Johnny has all malicious guesses, but why there are tear stains on the blood-soaked face, why is it so hot in the chest cavity that is about to be extinguished.

Why, why, why, the soldier Jonny asked himself, and the demons that flew in front of him, why their claws were so sharp, why their spears were so dull, why the damn captain really died, why his friends became strange comrades overnight, why these demons ruined his peaceful life.

Why! The roar opened his throat, spit sticking to his teeth, his shriveled lips cracking open the slightest wound, and the last of his cloudy pupils showing his last brilliance.

The gun, with a piercing roar, people, gushed out infinite power, the body of the gun wrapped in cloth circulated in his hand, bringing out a touch of red, the last charge took away the life of a demon, but also made the man with the gun close his eyes from then on.

Jacques, you bastard, don't wait for me.

The wind, whistling by, wrapped in blood, wrapped in soot, wrapped in the smell of sulfur, delivered to the eyes of the sword saint Simmel.

Is the charge at this moment, the counterattack at this moment really appropriate, the sword master on the horse asked himself, but no one answered.

The sword, standing on the side, people, sitting upright on a horse, the petite body is straight and straight in front of the ten thousand armies, as for the heaven and earth, the seemingly petite and weak body, the immature face is the last power of an empire at the moment, and it is also the strongest force.

"Do you want to continue, sir?" asked the clerk behind him softly.

"What about the casualties?"

"From the time the trumpet sounded, there were already 30 percent casualties. ”

"yes, go ahead, then. The cruel words seemed to come from the mouth of another person, but the Sword Master knew that this other person only had himself, and it was their first priority to attract attention so that the princess and her party could enter the slum smoothly, and now, it was not enough.

The charge continued, the counterattack continued, blood and fire echoing over the thriving empire, reverberating in the ears of the Juggernaut.

"Has it already begun, it really deserves to be the sword of the Empire. "The Grand Duke of Violet put his hands behind his back, looking at the empire that was ignited by the flames of war, the roar that pierced the sky, the cold light that shook the sky, even if he was not on the battlefield, the beacon fire still moved the Grand Duke.

The lion of the empire is still there, and the remnants of glory remain.

"The smell of the wind is really unpleasant. Grand Duke Violet frowned, as if he was dissatisfied that there were still so many soldiers willing to follow in the footsteps of the lions.

"Anxious?"

"No, it's just plain unpleasant. Grand Duke Violet looked back, retracted his vision, and turned to the man behind him.

"Now that you are ready for everything, you only owe the east wind, but I don't know if the east wind will be as you wish?"

"Dongfeng? It's just a chess piece. ”

"What an arrogant expression, but your arrogance is the driving force of our cooperation, are you right, Grand Duke?"

"What an unpleasant smell, sheep's head. Grand Duke Violet squinted his eyes and spoke softly. (To be continued.) )