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The bloody hand-to-hand combat began, and the Ebian rebels in ordinary armor came out of nowhere, rushing towards the heavily armed infantry regiment one after another, brandishing rudimentary weapons, staring at blood-red eyes, and in a desperate posture. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

As soon as hand-to-hand combat began, it tended to be white-hot, and in the face of the heavily armed professional soldiers, the Ebian rebels could only choose to fight hard, they knew that they could not back down at this moment, they must not retreat, because behind them there were old fathers, young wives and children waiting to be fed.

In the narrow aisles, flesh and blood flowed all over the ground, but unfortunately, the gap between the Ebian rebels and the heavy infantry was obvious, the heavy infantry regiments in thick armor were not the same as the ordinary soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire, they were the elite of the elite, they were fully armed professional soldiers, many of them were veterans of many battles.

Countless Ebian rebel soldiers roared and rushed towards the enemy, brandishing their rusty swords and leaving a shallow trail of blood on the armor of the heavy infantry, and the next moment, they were cut into meat sauce by the well-armed enemy.

There was no doubt that the Ebian rebels had suffered heavy casualties, and by this time the sloping aisle had been completely occupied by the Heavy Infantry Regiment, and the ground was littered with corpses, most of which were incomplete.

In less than a pot of tea, the Heavy Infantry Regiment destroyed Manchester's only resistance force in such a way that it didn't even have time to set up a defense.

The beautiful sunset shines a thousand rays of light, dyeing the whole of Manchester with a layer of blood, and under the bloody remnant sun, there is a battlefield full of murderous machines, and the cruelty of war is best interpreted at this moment.

Slow, who was wearing a straight military uniform, stood behind, with a faint smile on his face, seeing the one-sided victory in front of him, he couldn't help but secretly feel proud in his heart, "It seems that I still overestimate them, these guys, aren't they just a group of people called Huazi, where is the opponent of our regular army!"

The henchmen beside him saluted and said with a smile, "Your Excellency is wise!"

It's just a tentative attack, and it has already achieved an overwhelming victory, which Slow didn't expect at the beginning, and now it seems that the Ebian Rebellion is not very difficult to deal with.

Fierce street fighting ensued, as countless Heavy Infantry Regiment soldiers poured into Manchester's homes, and in a few moments, they dragged the shivering women and children out of the house, stabbing them down, and one after another of their lives fell in pools of blood, leaving Ebia, who had little ability to resist, to face a one-sided slaughter.

Manchester's command post was silent, and Lauchran stood there dumbfounded, trembling as he watched this qiē, this was his first real command of a battle, but unfortunately, it ended like this.

"It's over, Ebia is over!" said Dzungar, whose face was as dead as ashes, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.

"No, it won't be like this!" Catherine shook her head, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't accept the fact in front of her.

"What should I do, Brother Lauchron, what should I do? You have to think of a way!" Catherine said with a crying voice, watching the villagers fall one by one, her spirit was close to breakdown.

At this time, Lauchren raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was blank, and at this moment, he finally felt the gap between himself and Juliana.

Juliana, with the remnants of heavy casualties, has been fighting with the Holy Roman Empire for more than ten years, and there is no chance of success.

At this time, everyone thought in unison, if the eldest lady was here......

By the time Ron arrived from the command post to the battlefield, the enemy had already entered the city, and it was not Manchester's resistance that was not heroic enough, but the gap between the two sides was too great.

At this time, Ron's eyes fell on a corpse beside him, the corpse had no head, from the body, it should be a young woman, and beside her, there was a bloody corpse, from the shape of the corpse, it was vaguely obvious that it was a baby.

The fist gradually tightened, the always kind face became hideous, Ron slowly raised his head, a deep murderous intent flashed in his eyes, the killing intent in his chest surged, and the air around him froze into freezing in an instant.

The huge soul fluctuation woke up Huo Meilin, and he frowned, "Ron, your soul fluctuation is very intense, what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to kill someone!" Ron roared inwardly.

Ron's eyes also caught in the present scene of Manchester, and he sighed and stopped talking.

"Vivien, follow me closely, and don't leave a single step!" Ron gritted his teeth, snapped a sentence out between his teeth, and strode forward.

Screams and screams were incessant, and the whole of Manchester seemed to be plunged into hell, with flames rising and blood flowing all over the ground, and the vanguard of heavy infantry that had stormed the city carried out the most savage slaughter like wild beasts that had lost their minds.

"Mommy, Mommy, save me ......"

A teenager was dragged out by heavily armed soldiers, and he struggled desperately, his small body no match for the tremendous strength.

"Please, please, let my child go!" rushed out of the room a young woman fell to her knees crying, and pleaded incessantly.

The heavily armed man ignored the young woman's pleas and raised his sword with a sinister smile.

A hint of despair flashed in the young woman's eyes, and in her grief and indignation, she made a surprising move.

"Huh-" With a bang, the young woman's front placket was torn open, revealing a large piece of snow white on her chest, and her body pounced, "Please, let my son go, you let me do whatever I want, please ......"

The two lumps of flesh on his chest dazzled the soldier's eyes, and in an instant, a strong ** appeared in the blood-red eyes, and he threw down his weapon and threw himself at the young woman.

The young woman closed her eyes in despair.

At this moment, the wind sounded in his ears, and a bone spear that appeared out of thin air flew with a strong rotating force.

The soldier couldn't dodge, and the long bone spear pierced through the right side of the head, piercing through the left head, and the powerful impact even lifted his hundred-pound body and nailed it heavily to the wall.

Who?

The soldier's mind went blank, but he also knew that he was about to die, and in the moment of death, he turned his head with all his might, and saw only a thin figure, dark blue eyes, and a devilish smile on his face.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the young woman thanked the young woman for her life, and she picked up the frightened child and knelt down for the visitor.

"Take the child back into the house and hide well!"

It was Ron who spoke, at this moment, his face was exposed, the murderous aura on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and there were faint signs of rage.

Behind him, there were corpses lying on the ground, all heavily armoured, none other than soldiers of the Nineteenth Legion of the Holy Roman Empire, each of which was killed with a single blow without mercy.

"Ron!" Vivi's head trembled, it was the first time she had seen Ron like this, and she was faintly worried.

At this time, Ron fell into madness, he was like a natural super killer, desperately killing, killing again, undead magic turned into a terrifying killing tool in his hands, in just over ten minutes, he had killed more than a hundred people, and the hoplites in the entire alley were swept away by him.

Vivien had never seen such an efficient method of killing, and Ron hadn't yet begun summoning skeletons to fight.

At this time, the hoplites of the five nineteenth legions also spotted Ron, only to see him holding a blood-dripping spear in his hand, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, walking over step by step, and behind him, a long trail of blood dragged out.

"It's him, he's killed so many of our brothers!" one of the soldiers shouted.

"Kill him!"

"Kill ......"

The soldiers of the Nineteenth Legion were already red-eyed, and when killing had become a battlefield instinct, their brains were running out, and they didn't even see the mountains of hoplite corpses piled up behind Ron.

The soldiers were filled with a powerful fighting spirit, and they rushed towards Ron with a whoast screaming waving their swords.

A sinister smile appeared on Ron's face, and his eyes full of murderous intent opened suddenly, and for a moment, his eyes were full of light.

The soldier at the front felt as if his brain had been hit hard by something, and his mind went blank for a moment.

What's going on? What's wrong with me? The soldier stayed there, and there was a momentary loss of consciousness, and in this chaotic battlefield, any moment of loss of consciousness was fatal.

In just a moment, the soldier's eyes returned to clarity, and by this time, a bone spear had already pierced.

"Porphyry—"

The sharp bone spear pierced his mask without hindrance, piercing straight through his throat, and the soldier's eyes widened with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

This soldier did not know how he died until he died, and he died in an unknown way.

This is Ron's mental attack - "Soul Pain", as a researcher of soul power, soul attack is a compulsory lesson, and it is with this trick that he can kill those soldiers with one blow, and there is nothing easier to kill than a target standing still.

There was a wild roar, and just as Ron breathed a sigh of relief, a warrior with a giant axe appeared next to him, and he swung the giant axe and slashed at Ron.

With a cold smile, Ron's face gradually faded, and the giant axe swung through, only cutting through a layer of black smoke.

The next moment, the soldier only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a bone spear pierced out from behind at some point, piercing his heart directly.

"You-"

The soldier's eyes were full of horror, he was also the same as the soldier just now, he died in vain, he didn't know when the thin boy appeared behind him, he looked unwilling, his huge body fell, and the heavy armor smashed to the ground with a crisp sound.

The rest of the soldiers were already frightened, Rao is they have experienced a hundred battles, but where have they seen such a strange killing method, for a while, everyone was stunned.

His gaze gradually wandered, sweeping over the soldiers one by one, and suddenly, his gaze froze, and he found a familiar figure.

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