In high-intensity encounters with monsters, Gordon, who is fighting on the front line, is often unable to distract himself from the rest.

In this case, Anhill, who is looking at the whole situation from a distance, will take over the command.

Just like now.

The so-called sports warfare is not a very sophisticated or complex tactic.

It has only one main purpose, and that is "mobile".

Whether it's a swordsman in melee combat, an archer shooting from a distance, or even a monster, all three are constantly moving.

Compared with the conventional tactics of swordsmen to attract the attention of monsters, pin monsters in place as much as possible, and shoot with full firepower, sports warfare has lower requirements for swordsmen, and the pressure on shooters is doubled.

Generally, only when the monster is too fierce and the avant-garde is completely unable to resist or control it, will the movement war be started.

It's like the time when Anhill and Feng Ying encountered the Thunderwolf Dragon.

Feng Ying couldn't play the role of an avant-garde, so Anhill directly pulled the attention of the thunder wolf dragon to himself, moving and dodging while continuing to shoot.

In this way, as long as the shooter can withstand the pressure, it will not become a breakthrough for the monster and be broken one by one.

It can always slowly wear away the dead monster.

Gordon stepped back from the Purple Water Beast and gave Hayatta a signal.

Hayatta also jumped backwards with his reverse robe, retreated some distance, and took the antidote.

She lacked experience teaming up with shooters, to be precise, she hadn't teamed up with anyone other than Amos and Gordon to hunt.

Fortunately, some basic tactical points, Amos still told her.

With her guerrilla combat positioning, there is not much difference in what needs to be done under sports warfare.

The retreat of the two swordsmen gave Anhill a wider range of fire, and he no longer needed to aim carefully, and he emptied the magazine of a flaming bullet in a matter of seconds with full speed of fire.

He didn't pause, quickly changed the magazine, and continued to shoot.

The purple water beast was in pain, and its attention quickly focused on Anhil's side in the distance.

It shook its head, turned to face the latter, and let out a howl of rage.

Gordon, who had the effect of "ear bolts" in his armor, ignored the sound and took the opportunity to rush to the back legs of the purple water beast and pick up his sword to charge his strength.

He chose to attack here for two reasons, one was to weaken the Purple Water Beast's mobility, and the other was that there was no spongy package soaked in venom here, so there was no need to worry about poisoning.

Before the Purple Water Beast finished roaring and stepped away, it slashed down with all its strength.

The Purple Water Beast, like the Water Beast, is not a monster known for its scale and toughness.

The claw blade of the Boom Sword [Wang Hu] easily tore through the fine scales of the Purple Water Beast, leaving a terrifying wound on its hind legs that turned out of flesh.

The purple water beast howled miserably, turning its head viciously to stare at it.

Gordon didn't have a greedy sword, put away his big sword and retreated directly.

The Purple Water Beast's roar and turning its head gave Anhill in the distance another time to empty a magazine.

Feng Ying, who was chasing the tip of the purple water beast's tail and spinning around, saw the situation and directly inserted the sword into the sheath, switched the giant axe mode, and wielded the big axe to solve it with one blow.

The blade of the axe slammed into the back of the purple water beast, and the energy in the grenade bottle was released, exploding the venom on the purple water beast's back.

"The timing was right!"

Gordon praised loudly, Feng Ying smiled happily, and wanted to come again, but noticed that the purple water beast's gaze had turned to her, and after hesitating for a moment, she turned around and ran away like Gordon.

In fact, this is the key to the so-called sports warfare, whoever is targeted by the monster will immediately run, and the others will take the opportunity to attack, constantly moving and pulling repeatedly.

This tactic can be quite useful until the monster really rages and keeps an eye on a target.

And now, the Purple Water Beast was furious.

Feng Ying's axe hurt it so much that it decided to get rid of the "little man" first.

- In the mind of monsters, the smaller the opponent, the weaker it is.

The purple water beast twisted its body vigorously, and a large amount of poisonous water seeped out, falling to the ground and acting as a lubricant, helping it half-slip and half-run towards Fengying.

"Bah!"

Feng Ying screamed, put away her shield axe and ran at full speed.

Anhir fired at full speed, and Hayatta also ran after the Purple Water Beast, trying to share the pressure for Feng Ying.

But the purple water beast in its enraged state had already recognized Feng Ying, and it ignored the attacks that fell on its body and continued to pursue.

In terms of straight-line charging speed, its huge body is much faster than Feng Ying, and there are no obstacles at close range, the distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and Feng Ying is about to be caught up.

Gordon had pulled out a flashbang, ready to save Feng Ying in this way.

However, there is a figure that is one step faster than him.

Amber, the toothhound, carries a pork chop and flies to catch up with Fengying.

The pork chop jumped directly from Amber, and a series of small walnut-sized bombs were thrown at the purple water beast's face, and the crackling movement and sparks disturbed the purple water beast's vision.

Feng Ying picked up the saddle behind Amber and jumped on.

"Roar!" Amber roared, and her sturdy limbs erupted at an astonishing high speed, leaving the Purple Water Beast behind in an instant.

Seeing that Feng Ying was out of danger, Gordon and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

This tactic is most afraid of this situation, the monster is chasing someone, but the companions are powerless to stop it.

The Purple Water Beast, having lost its target, roared angrily and turned its attention to Hayata, who was closest to it and had been chasing it for a while.

It twisted back into its body, rolling sideways and crushing the sword behind it.

Compared to the panic when Feng Ying was targeted, Hayatta seemed much calmer.

The only thing that the Purple Water Beast could make her feel jealous of was the toxin, and the slow and clumsy attack method of Rolling Roll would not be hit by a veteran with a little experience.

She once again borrowed the reaction force of the reverse robe slash and jumped backwards, while adjusting her position.

Just as the Purple Water Beast was about to roll up, the Purple Water Beast spun around and retreated again, leaving the Purple Water Beast's attack range, and then fought back.

See cut.

The momentum of the heightened Hayatta suppressed the urge to continue the onslaught, and kept a relatively safe distance from the Purple Water Beast.

While constantly retreating, he dodges the opponent's attacks and maneuvers with them.

Anhill took advantage of the opportunity to keep shooting.

He has gradually learned about Hayata's movement habits, and the process of supporting shooting has become more fluid.

Annoyed by the "jumping" Hayata, the Purple Water Beast raised its upper body high, as if it was brewing some kind of attack.

Hayatta hurriedly retreated, but Gordon made the opposite choice to her, quickly approaching.

At this moment, a series of crossbow shells struck one after another, accurately bombarding the wound on the purple water beast's hind foot.

It is already difficult to support a fat body weighing dozens of tons with two short hind feet, not to mention the wound left by the previous big sword on one hind foot.

Under the severe pain of the wound, the purple water beast that stood up and was about to press suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground with a painful howl.

Hayatta was about to rush forward to attack, but was shocked to find that Gordon was already standing on the side of the purple water beast's head at some point.

Judging from his attitude of accumulating strength, it was obvious that he had already been accumulating his strength there before the Purple Water Beast fell.

Recall the wounds on the Purple Water Beast's hind feet, and the series of crossbow bullets that knocked down the Purple Water Beast.

It all goes together?!

Gordon laughed at the same time as Anhill.

It seems that the tacit understanding has not been lost.

What a slash!

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