Of course, it was the head of the Empire's reconnaissance group, Boris, who was threatened once and every day. Starting from the middle of Kevin's illusion to reveal secrets, he fell into the abyss step by step, and now even the little spoon easily drove him to come over to help. is also a regiment leader, but now he has become a pawn, and the resentment in his heart can be imagined.

In this mood, even if he agrees to come over to save people, he naturally has no scruples about making a move, no matter if the kobold is still a new mercenary chariot, he wants to kill everyone. But even if he attacked indiscriminately, the warring parties quickly recognized his position, this was kobold reinforcements!

The reason is very simple, because kobolds themselves don't take their lives seriously, and self-detonation attacks are common. Not having mercy on the lives of kobolds as reinforcements is a normal tactic.

A large-scale fighting slash swept away, although the chariot was faster, but after all, no one was flexible, and it was difficult to dodge at this time. Everyone in the mercenary group did not dare to be careless, and released their fighting spirit on the wall of the car to strengthen their defenses. There was a loud bang, but what was surprising was that the tricks that seemed to have amazing special effects were very mediocre.

Not to mention that it failed to shake the chariots of the mercenary group and others, even the kobolds' chariots were only cut with a knife, at most they damaged the surface armor, and the internal members should be fine.

"It's ...... The Imperial car?" The mercenary group of the country was surprised. Although the power is slightly lower, it can still be seen that this is by no means a comma chariot sold to kobolds, it should be an uncastrated version of the chariot kept by the Empire themselves. At least the chopper on its side is extraordinary, and the fighting spirit released is sharper.

It's just that there seem to be too few members in the other party's car, and there may be only one. The comma chariot is designed for all the people in the car, and Polis tries to make a move alone, and he is still in the driving position, so even if he is strong, it is difficult to show his true strength. However, even if the knife is weak, the sharpness of the knife is obvious to all.

This involves a question: Do the people of the empire have any opinion on the interference of the-gagged state? Could it be that the people above have not talked about it?

There wasn't much time to think about it, and Boris was already rushing straight over. A wide range of sword qi may not be powerful enough, but a head-on collision should not be underestimated. This looks like the other party's posture really doesn't look like a warning, or a collapse or something like that, it's like killing someone.

"Retreat!" the mercenary group immediately made a decision, and with an order, began to turn around and flee into the distance. There's really no need to fight hard with the Imperials here for the sake of kobolds. And once your identity is exposed, there will be many problems.

Polis stopped the car and watched them go. There are all kinds of calculations and entanglements in my heart, chasing, not chasing, leaving, staying?

If you go back and the little spoon is still in your room, and if there is any problem after a while, will you come out again like an errand runner to clean up the mess? If you don't go back, in such a major battle, as the commander of the reconnaissance regiment, you actually leave your post without permission, and after the fact, what kind of excuses will you have to make up to fool the past? Stomach ache? Stomach pain?

After thinking about it, there is no other way, I have to go back, even if I am threatened and sent again, I have to endure it. As long as he still wants to be the head of this reconnaissance group, he has to go back.

The kobolds cheered around him, thinking he was here to save them, but even Staunt said, "Is that you?

Polisley ignored it, and directly crashed into the kobold's chariot, leaving everyone in a daze. At this time, Start was still huddled in the deflated chariot, the space was very uncomfortable, and he thought that the reinforcements were small spoons, because according to the plan, the little spoons would come to support after the successful assassination, but now it doesn't look like it.

"Sir, what now?" kobolds don't have the skills to get Start out, and they need a saw to see it slowly.

"Okay, okay, whatever," Statt already had an indifferent attitude, "I can't come out either, I can't command like this, you can do it yourself now." ”

The kobolds were also not polite, and a veteran stepped forward: "Brothers, there is nothing more to say. Take the main city, now is the final battle, give it to me!"

In an instant, the chariots roared, and the formation took on a triangular shape, squeezing each other, and there was no gap between the hulls. Everyone was in the same direction, aiming at the city gate and rushing straight up. This time, its impact force is theoretically the sum of all the vehicles in the formation, but in practice it depends on the coordination and skill of the team, but in any case, the collision of dozens of vehicles in a triangular formation is not trivial.

The rebel chariot also tried to block it, and was knocked to the side in an instant, which could be described as unstoppable, and with the strength of the city gate, it can be said that it will be broken.

But at this critical moment, the gates suddenly opened on their own, so suddenly, and so quickly. The entire triangle formation was completely unable to contain it, and it was not ready to be closed, and the middle of the front section rushed directly into the city. The two sides slowed down slightly, and then merged with the traffic on the middle road, killing people in the city together.

Bang! Then there was no life in the city, lightning flashed through the sky, and the rain was still falling. The chariots were as if they had been eaten by the city gates, and it was extremely strange.

Start broke out in a cold sweat, he couldn't see the scene outside, but he could hear it with his ears, and he was really glad that he didn't go in with him, and he was glad that he was trapped in the deflated chariot, and now it was the safest. The one who has such a means is undoubtedly a necromancer, and if he follows in, he will probably be made into some kind of experiment.

Start couldn't see the situation, but the Empire's scouting owl was in the hands of the whole city, and the little spoon sat in his place, and one report after another followed.

"Ma'am, the kobolds who attacked the rebel main city have been wiped out, and the rebels are currently opening the cabin of the chariot and dragging the corpse out. "The Detective Mage reports.

"Well, is there a corpse other than the kobold?" the little spoon was also nervous about Stat's life.

"Not yet, but their chief's chariot seems to have been hit and deflated, and it is still outside the city. The people inside can still make a sound, and they should still be alive. The Scout mage replied.

"Oh, that's right. The little spoon breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to turn the topic to the necromancer, "What kind of spell is this in the city? Can you kill so many kobolds in an instant, but not damage the chariot?"

"My owl is not knowledgeable enough to see. The Scout Mage replied honestly.

"What do you think, Deputy Commander?" the little spoon threw the question directly at him.

"Maybe it's a spirit, or a ghost, and I don't know much about necromancy. The deputy head of the regiment laughed dryly.

The little spoon leaned over: "Really? You're the deputy head of the regiment." ”

"Alas, the deputy head of the regiment is nothing," the deputy head of the regiment spread his hands helplessly, "I am not an important person, and I don't know many things." ”

As he spoke, Boris finally rushed back. At this time, he was already covered in water, and his heart was not smooth, seeing that the little spoon was still sitting in his place, he wanted her to give way, but he didn't dare to speak, after all, he just coughed dryly: "Ahem!"

"Do you hear that? Your chief is about to catch a cold in the rain, get him some ginger to eat. "The little spoon directs his subordinates directly.

The subordinate was still awake and looked at Boris at this time, waiting for his instructions.

Boris was helpless, so he could only wave his hand: "You go first." ”

"So, do you still want that ginger?" the Scout mage wondered.

"Get out!" Polis lost his temper and kicked his subordinate out of the room.

"Ahem!" Seeing that the situation was not right, the deputy head of the regiment immediately slipped his legs away, "I also have something to do, so I won't bother you two." ”

Boris was stunned for a moment, feeling that there was something in his words, and just wanted to ask to understand, the deputy head of the regiment had gone out. When I looked back at the little spoon, I saw that her face was heavy.

"I ask you, you said the necromancers have already moved!, didn't you?" said the spoon in a cold tone.

"Yes. "But as I said, my information is not entirely accurate and I don't know much." The necromancer was originally in charge of Van Mill. ”

"Alas, if the assault on the rebel main city fails, then ...... That would be a complete failure really. Little Spoon also knows what is at stake.

Polis didn't say a word, and the two looked at each other for a moment. Little Spoon stood up: "Lend me a car!"