"Rush!"

"Victory is with us, winged eagle, fly high!"

The shouts of the rush were high, and the flying wing soldiers frantically charged in the direction of the fourteenth company, and now the brothers of the freedom wings were advancing on the back, and the enemy was undermanpowered, and it was impossible to take care of both sides, and the shame of last night could be washed away soon.

With an instinct beyond the ordinary, Nonosia fell to the ground, dodged the flying bullets, rolled twice on the ground, and quickly pulled the bolt to shoot, piercing a Thorsian soldier.

After Nonosia stood up, he ran up quickly, the enemy was seriously attritional, the firepower network could no longer take into account all aspects, and there was a blind spot, he must be the first to rush up, make a first-class merit, and become an officer of the flying wing army.

Stan, who was in charge of the frontal defense, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, still roaring and encouraging the soldiers around him, "Hammer, don't act like that bear, we haven't lost yet, keep fighting me!"

"I can't fight it, I'm dead, my brothers are dead!" The soldier known as the Iron Hammer seemed to be drained of his strength, and all that came to his heart was despair.

Stan kicked the hammer in hatred and reluctantly continued the fight, the frontal line was under too much firepower, more than twenty people, and now counting the captain, there were only seven or eight people.

At this time, Stan is more aware of the role of the new chief, last night the commander shot one shot, one hit will die, suppressing the arrogance of the enemy, and today without Charon, the enemy impact is even more crazy, they are about to be unable to hold on.

Hammer, who had finally regained a little courage, stood up again and lay on the mound, and was about to shoot his gun in the opposite direction, when a bullet suddenly struck his military cap.

The hammer fell with a thud, and there was no more sound, and the blood flowed out, expounding endless unwillingness.

Stan gritted his teeth, they were the Southern Army, the strongest and most daring soldiers of the Federation, facing this desperate situation, there was no surrender, only fighting to the death!

The bullet slices across Stan's shoulder, sending a trail of blood flying through his nerves, and he lets out a final roar of rage and shoots at the winged soldiers as they rush towards him.

A winged soldier clutched his throat, blood flowing uncontrollably, and then he whimpered twice and tilted his head to the ground, a look of excitement mixed with dazed pain on his face.

In front of him, Nonosia secretly said "It's dangerous", shot and killed a Tors soldier, and continued to rush forward with a short body, there were only two or three enemies left in front of him, but don't become a martyr.

As he ran, he stared at the direction of the guns of the remaining few enemies, the two wings no longer had to worry, the Thors soldiers were too busy to take care of themselves, and retreated two or three tunnels, which were no longer within reach of him, he just needed to set foot here alive.

The enemies in a ditch were all dead, and Nonosia took the opportunity to prepare to leap in, but the moment he jumped, his heart throbbed.

Usually this reaction let him know that there was danger, but now he can't avoid it at all. Nonosia looked up, and a sharp knight's spear burst through the air, whistling and stabbing at him.

"No!"

Nonosia only had time to shout before he was strung back with spears, and the glory that was within reach was just leaving him, no, he was moving away from it

All eyes were fixed on the direction where the spear was flying, and a silver knight appeared at the top of the slope, and after firing the spear, he galloped in this direction.

"Sir!" the Thors soldiers, who were originally in a desperate situation, lifted their spirits, and a flash of light appeared in their originally desperate hearts.

Although they didn't know who it was, the winged soldiers who were shooting the survivors turned their guns and pointed them in the direction of Charon.

The fighting spirit broke out again, and a faint golden glow appeared in Charon's body in the armor, and he jumped up, avoiding the dozen or so bullets that came from him, and after landing on the ground, his hands and feet squeezed the ground behind him, and then flew out.

It was a ferocious impact that was more ferocious than a cannonball, and the bullets of the winged soldiers fell behind Charon one after another, too fast, even if the prediction was very early, it was still too late for the bullets to be fired.

Occasionally, sporadic bullets hit Charon's armor, only to sputter sparks, leaving a few dented holes in his armor, but this armor was reforged, and with the toughest aura Mithril, a few bullets could not break through the defense.

Charon landed and jumped again, leaping over Stan's head, the black sword spiraling in a circle in his hand, knocking the bullets flying in a barrage.

"This guy is a monster!" A soldier of the Flying Wing Kingdom lowered his hands weakly, remembering rumors in the army that if the cavalry of the cavalry regiment could still be regarded as human, some existences would not be human at all.

Their bodies can burn flames, killing from one side of a battalion to the other, and if they are not surrounded by death, they can't leave the lives of hundreds of people at all, and they are also called official knights, are knights still divided into official and unofficial?

I thought that rumors were rumors, but today I learned that there really is such a monster in the world.

"Jesse, what are you doing?!Be careful!"

Hearing the shouts of his comrades, Jesse smiled bitterly, watching the people in front of him be beheaded by the Silver Armor Knight, it was useless, if it was really the same as the rumors, this kind of monster was not something that their team of less than a hundred people could deal with.

Charon looked at the immobile enemy in front of him, swept by like the wind, and cut it in half without mercy.

War is unreasonable, and the brilliance of humanity is reserved only for one's own people, and if one is merciful to the enemy at will, it is disrespecting one's own life and betraying those soldiers who died in battle.

William and the few others who had not yet been annihilated, through the gap between the mounds, looked at the galloping and killing figures, and the flying wing soldiers who were arrogant just now, their faces were now full of horror, and they even forgot to continue to attack them, and they killed several people instead.

With every swing of the Black Sword, a life was lost, blood splattered from the sky, and the winged soldier held on to his last courage at first, shooting frantically at the demon-like man.

But as more and more of his companions were killed, and the anger and pain faded, the winged soldiers realized that they had no courage to stand on their feet, and when the first soldier turned to flee, the whole group collapsed.

The lions they hunt are not necessarily hungry, they just want to show their strength by force and tell the hunting dogs what will happen to the lion cubs.

Charon can kill his own soldiers, and he doesn't mind using the most brutal killing methods to make them go to hell to repent of what they have done.

The fighting spirit of the body began to dry up, and if you want to continue the pursuit, you can only use your life force as fuel, let yourself burn like a torch, and gain continuous combat power.

Unless the average knight-level endangers his own life, they will not easily burn his life force, and it will take him more than a year to kill the remaining twenty or thirty soldiers.

In his previous life, he was afraid of death, and he cherished his life in this life, but it didn't mean that he would be tied.

"The enemy will not die, and the battle will not stop! Sacrifice with my life, my strongest strength, reappear!"

With Charon's low roar, his whole body ignited with a pale golden fighting energy like a flame, and the fighting energy burned through the armor and burned on the surface of the armor, magnificent and sacred, like a god.