A large number of militiamen came out of their bunkers and quickly formed human walls on both sides.

Some guys are shaving with knives, some are sharpening their blades, and some are already vaguely aiming their guns at this side.

If the Death Twins were wrong in their next answer, they would never mind a shuttle bullet on their side.

As for whether you accidentally hurt your companion or something? What's the business with them?

Those who survive continue to earn military merits, and the souls of the dead become heroic spirits.

Those who don't want to fight can be illusory heroes, and those who want to fight can be sun heroes.

If you really don't want to be a heroic spirit, you can also be resurrected as an undead.

The future of everyone has been arranged clearly, and now it depends on what position they can climb to before they die.

Looking at the group of guys around them who looked like bandits descending from the mountain, the Death Twins were expressionless and didn't pay attention.

In the midst of them, the Black Warrior Praetorian Guard, who acted as troop transporters, was equally expressionless.

It's just that compared to the group of black cans around him that have been armed to the teeth.

Because of the fact that there is a boss taking the lead in the brutal competition inside, the appearance of this black warrior Praetorian Guard looks a little cooler.

And she didn't look like she was dressed for battle, and she quickly attracted the attention of the militia around her.

After more than 20 days of fierce fighting, everyone who was already a qualified veteran was unfortunately contaminated with some veterans' problems, such as ............

"Shh!!h

The whistle sounded, and a militiaman who was watching from the side raised his mouth and whistled in this direction.

The Black Warrior Praetorian Guard, who heard the voice, was not accustomed to each other at all.

Reach out, pull out the gun, fire, all in one go.

Looking at the companion who was blown up with a bang, the upper half of his body was directly shattered.

He looked at the black samurai who had withdrawn his weapon with a blank face and had not even looked at this side from beginning to end.

The surrounding militia was silent for a second before completely frying the pot.

The clatter of the loading sounded, and countless muzzles were aimed at this side.

Two guys also took advantage of the chaos to snatch the soul reserve from the corpse that the unlucky guy hadn't had time to consume.

The guy who stopped at the front of the crowd and looked like he was supposed to be a captain, raised his gun and took aim as he roared angrily.

"Mushrooms! Shake the vines! ”

The Death Twins didn't reply, but after silently glancing at each other, one drew the sheathed greatsword behind his back, and the other drew his mace.

Near! Attack!

The two chased the captain for a frenzied blast, hitting him with his head and running in all directions.

While fighting, the two also let out an angry roar.

"It's just a bunch of new ragtags! Even dare to stop us! It's against you! ”

looked at the boss who was being chased and beaten, and then looked at the black Death Knights next to him who had bad eyes.

The onlookers laid down their weapons and looked at each other, and the next moment they suddenly scattered and fled.

At this time, although everyone did not know what the origin of this group of guys was, they had confirmed one thing.

That is, this group of people is definitely their own people.

The reason is simple, because this group of guys is using the spirit to connect the voices that the channel makes.

It is also a real means for them to confirm each other's identities.

Dozens of times the enemy forces tried to sneak in to inquire about information, but they immediately discovered their identities, and it was also for this reason.

After all, outsiders can't connect to their spiritual channels, and they don't even know that there is such a thing.

In the face of their sudden questioning, the group of guys will instinctively answer.

As a result, as long as you dare to speak, they dare to shoot, and they don't care what you say.

The existence of being able to rush over at this time, still wearing such uniform equipment, is either the elite of other miscellaneous armies, or the reinforcements of the regular army.

This is not something that their group of newcomers can provoke, and they must run away quickly so as not to be put in small shoes.

What? What should the boss who is being chased and beaten do?

What's the business with them? Even if this boss is beaten to death, they can turn around and bring another person out to continue to be the boss.

Who is the boss, they don't care at all, they only care about military merit.

Although the Death Twins are ruthless, they are not so cruel as to kill their own little brother without saying a word.

After beating this short-eyed guy again, the Death Twins kicked him away and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion with a fierce attitude.

And at this time, the shape of the City Lord's Mansion is not necessarily much better than other places.

Even because of the focus on care, this originally prosperous place has collapsed by more than half at this time.

And the boss of this plane, the leader of this ragtag army who has taken refuge in Gu Erdan, is now even sitting in front of his house to roast sweet potatoes and eat them.

While flipping the sweet potatoes aimlessly, the leader of the ragtag army who was thinking about how to fight next was no better than the other militias.

Faces covered in dust, blown hair, and tattered military uniforms.

He and the younger brothers around him looked like deserters who had just been defeated, not to mention how embarrassed they were.

Just when the boss's eyes were dilated, he was roasting sweet potatoes and thinking about the problem.

The adjutant next to him stole a glance at him.

Regarding the recent performance of his own leader, the adjutant was actually very shocked.

In his impression, his boss is a very greedy and afraid of death.

That's right, it's just fuck off, this guy who doesn't have the talent for cultivation knows how to accumulate wealth all day long, and has even been almost overthrown by his people several times.

If he hadn't spent a lot of money to invite the fleet to come and suppress it, he would have been hanged on the street lamp long ago.

But the boss during this period of time seems to have changed as a person.

At first, he frantically squandered money to buy all kinds of weapons, and when it came to the battle, he personally commanded it, showing extremely superb tactical talent.

Later, I found out that the group of militia bastards under his hands always lied about the results of the battle, and they were unwilling to give him any oil and water.

This guy even led all the members of the family and personally led the team to the battlefield.

In more than 20 days, the leader who rushed to the front line had repelled more than a dozen waves of the opponent's attack, and even the flagship was blown up by him with his own soldiers.

Almost all of the guards died, and several of their children did not survive.

Two days ago, this guy was even chased and beaten by his Lao Tzu, who had become a heroic spirit, because of the previous tactical coordination error.

Although he successfully blew up a flagship, he also lost Lao Tzu.

The most important thing is that he didn't get any benefits, which caused him to fail in his plan to become a god.

If this group of city defense troops followed their own leader before, it was because this guy was rich.

So at this time, everyone really thinks that this kid has some ability.

After secretly looking at it for a long time, the adjutant couldn't help but whisper a reminder when he saw that his boss was still stunned.

"General, it's mushy."

The city lord, who was thinking about the next tactics, didn't even look at him when he heard the words, and continued to raise his head and think hard.

"If it's paste, I won't eat it."

“………… It's not a sweet potato, I mean your hands, it's almost baked. ”

"Holy!"