On the ground, the Makqin heavy machine gun spits tongues of fire, harvesting human lives.

The fighters, supported by a frenzied spirit, charged forward one after another, and fell in row.

With a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute, crossed fire points, and a high level of efficiency in killing people, aiming at the boxers who were rushing in dense numbers.

The lives of the enthusiastic boxers quickly dissipated. The war between iron and fire is not romantic at all, there is only death, sorrow, and corpses in one place.

With more than a thousand deaths, the boxers finally couldn't support it anymore, shouted out, turned around and ran.

Seeing the boxers running back in a mess, they were about to impact their own formation, and Nie Admiral waved his sword, "The boxers escaped from the battle, impacted their own big formation, and there was no mercy for killing!"

The heavy machine guns of the Wuwei front army also rang out, and the boxers who were about to storm into the formation of the Great Xia official army fell in rows and fell in front of their own positions.

Senior Brother Yong'an, who was in the center of the boxers, saw that his subordinates were killed by the coalition forces and then by the Nie army, and the number was getting smaller and smaller.

The armies on both sides used demon weapons, and the boxers were sandwiched in the middle, becoming the target of the two sides to practice their guns.

Seeing that the two thousand boxers were killed and wounded, Senior Brother Yongan broke the ticket to return to the city and fled.

The body was blurred in the white light, and only a Jinmen-flavored scolding was left on the battlefield, "Nie dog thief, I* your grandma!" ”

Randy, who was rushing to attack the enemy's shield, watched the slaughter on the ground with the rest of his eyes, and the suffocating fire in his chest burned.

Why do compatriots have to sacrifice so much?

Are the boxers wrong? Under the bullying of foreigners and the inaction of the imperial court, they have no way to live.

It is to be admired to rise up and rush to the foreign devils, to protect the family and defend the country, and not to be afraid of sacrifice.

Is Admiral Nie wrong? He shouldered the heavy responsibility of resisting aggression, and he must not let his own army be attacked for the sake of poor boxers.

Admiral Nie's Wuwei Front Army is the only regular army fighting against the foreign devils, and if it is defeated here, the coalition army will reach the capital city, and Daxia will immediately face the danger of losing the country.

The coalition forces beat him, and the boxers often attacked his troops.

The imperial court was sometimes afraid of foreigners, and sometimes supported the boxers, and reprimanded him, a general who offended foreigners, suppressed boxers, and maintained law and order in Zhili.

Admiral Nie's troops are sandwiched between the imperial court, foreigners, and boxers, and they are not pleasing on all sides, and they are still fighting for the country, which Randy also admires.

So who's wrong? Foreign devils are enemies, needless to say, they should be responsible, undoubtedly it should be the Houxia court that has changed the order of the day, and Lafayette who has no idea.

The foreign devils want to run away, and after they run away, this court can't protect the territory and the people, and can't support its generals to fight against foreign enemies, and there is really no need for it to exist.

Randy ramps up his attacks, and a long laugh is heard in his ears as his enemy's shield crumbles.

"Sir Lan, as a nobleman of the Elven Federation, aren't you ashamed to lead three saint-level troops attacking the Elven Federation?"

The laughter came from above, and Randy was startled. As soon as he raised his head, a group of saints from the east came from the sky, and when they counted, there were as many as nine.

The nine saints placed an octagonal fancy array, standing in the air like an eight-fold flower, which was very beautiful with the elf race.

Standing in the middle of the fancy array talking to Randy, with blond hair and blue eyes and pointed ears, it was none other than Douglas, the saint-level formation mage of the Elven Kingdom. Haig.

Located in the left rear corner of the fancy array, the Dark Federation Saint-level Light Priest waved his hands continuously, and the white light on the nine saint-level bodies shone brightly, and various buff auras had been added.

The mages raised their staffs, and the knights raised their swords.

Because Haig presided over the formation, the saint-level formation mage of the Dark Federation, Pershing, was idle, but he was also a master-level gunsmith, and he raised the revolver with his hand.

The attacking saints, the weapons are all aimed at Randy and the three Great Xia saints.

Randy had received these Holy Orders in Bern not long ago, so he knew them all.

Counted, the eight countries involved in the offense, the Elven Federation left a saint-level archer to guard the new dedication, the Dark Federation left a saint-level gunsmith and a saint-level light priest to guard the new Ashina, and the thief saint of Fusang was not good at frontal combat and did not come, and the rest of the saints were all sent out.

The Elven Federation is the overlord of the world, and it has offended too many people, and the country does not dare to be empty.

The Dark Federation sent four of the six holy levels, probably thinking it was enough, but leaving two saint-level caretakers, I'm afraid it was because they had two saint-level light priests, and it wouldn't be of much help if the faction was repeated.

Randy and the three Great Xia Saints had to stop attacking the protective shield and rose into the air, taking a defensive stance. Otherwise, if you are attacked from behind by the nine holy levels, you may be finished in no time.

Haig was proud, "There are two new faces in Great Xia, the saints are not alone, let's introduce them to everyone."

Hehe, don't think that if you have two saint levels in a row, you dare to argue with the coalition forces. The balance of strength is here, do you want to have a saint-level battle here?

The two new saint levels of Great Xia fell as soon as they were born, alas, I can't bear it. For the sake of fellow saints, I allow you to retreat with dignity. ”

Randy stared at Haig, "Great Xia is my motherland, and behind us is the national capital, even if we can't beat it, we have to fight hard!" ”

"Desperate work, count the old man one!"

A loud roar came from behind Randy, and a saint flew from the west and stood beside him.

With a fluttering beard and a yellow coat, it is Yu Chenghui, the veteran sword saint of Great Xia.

The old man usually holds a wooden sword, but now he deliberately holds a saint-level antique given by the emperor in his hand, the Han Dynasty horse sword, and it seems that he is really planning to fight hard.

Haig was not surprised, "Now the Holy Rank of Great Xia is all together, right?" You're not far from there. ”

"Who said that? I'm also a saint-level in Great Xia! ”

There is still a holy level in Great Xia? Randy was surprised at this time, and when he looked back, an old man flew in like a fashion and stood in the Great Xia camp, and it turned out to be Chen Jinnan, who was almost two hundred years old.

When I met Chen Jinnan in Bern, this old-timer looked like he could fall when the wind blew.

The carriage in which he participated in the Holy Order Assembly did not fly.

But looking at it now, the old man's face was ruddy, full of energy, and he stepped into the air, and his body was extremely stable.

Moreover, the holy level was full of coercion, and the fist intent on his body was surging, and he had obviously reached the peak of the holy level.

Is this the highest level of the boxer? At the moment of the great enemy, Master Huo can't go to see him, but he has infinite admiration in his heart.

Master Huo himself is a peripheral member of the Heaven and Earth Society, and now that the ancestor who founded the Heaven and Earth Society has come, Master Huo is so excited that he trembles a little.

Fu Rixin knew the inside story, "Senior Chen, how can you do this?" ”

"Hmph, the foreign devils have all hit the national capital, what is my birthday for a few years?

Do you have to live to be 256 years old to be considered a high life? If the country is ruined and the family is ruined, what is the use of longevity? ”

Hearing this, it was obvious that Chief Helmsman Chen had used some kind of secret method to restore his combat effectiveness by burning the few remaining lifespans.

Haig sighed, "Senior Chen, why are you so troubled?"

We, the feudal states, have always supported your Heaven and Earth Society to rebel, and now you are old and confused, come to protect the Jin clan? ”

"I'm protecting Daxia!"

Haig was speechless, turned around and muttered to Pershing.

These two saint-level array mages are the brains of the nine saint-level of the coalition army, and the two of them studied for a while, and Haig looked at Chen Jinnan, "Alas, the saint-level of Great Xia is really united, admire and admire."

For the sake of Chief Helmsman Chen's face, in order to avoid a saint-level duel and cause senseless sacrifices, in this way, you five saint-level withdrawal from the battle, we will also withdraw the five saint-level and use only four saint-level to participate in this war. ”

"I think you're just afraid of death, and seeing that there are too many of us, you don't dare to fight."

Chief Chen laughed, this can be regarded as a contribution to Great Xia, if you want to do it, your old bones may not be able to spell out the other party's holy level.

Randy slashed his heavy sword, "Chief Helmsman Chen and Yu Sword Saint are two old men who are in the formation, and you also quit the two."

The rest of our young people still have to fight to the death for the country, and we can't watch you bully our ordinary soldiers with saint-level abilities. ”

Haig squinted at Randy, "Holy level speaks, is there a place for you to interject?" ”

"I think Randy still has a lot of say."

A gentle and firm voice came from the sky behind the Great Xia Saints, and I don't know when it arrived.

The allied saint-level looked puzzled, there is still a saint-level in Great Xia? Why haven't you heard of it? They all looked over.

Now that the situation is extremely unfavorable, Randy is desperate and ready to fight hard.

When I heard this voice, I suddenly felt at ease. His nose suddenly became a little sour, he came, there must be hope for the battle here.

The Age of Swords and Sorcery