Many snake people are venomous.

Hong Fan reached out to help the detached soldier, wanting to check the wound on his neck.

But the battlefield did not give him this leisure.

Evil winds are coming from behind.

The sand shield volleyed into the air and was blown up by a single blow.

Hong Fan took advantage of this gap to push away the soldiers, raised his arms high, and held the claws under the cover.

The blow was more powerful than expected, and it actually pressed his knees short.

This is an elite snake man with a length of more than six meters, covered in ochre scales, and judging from its size, it should have undergone three blood sacrifices.

It is almost the combat power of the first level of the human realm.

The snake man spat out the letter, staring at the prey with cloudy yellow eyes, and pressed down with his claws.

As for strength, it also has confidence in the clan, how can it look down on the short and thin aliens?

However, just as the snake man was expecting the sound of broken tendons, his arm was forcibly raised.

The whistling sound of wind and sand filled its internal auditoric.

From under the claws, stood up a tall sand-cast warrior.

The snake man retracted the letter, twisted his waist and stabbed out his right claw, inserting it into the samurai's breastplate.

It was immediately locked in by the solidified quicksand.

Attack and defense switch instantly.

Hong Fan clenched the snake's claws with one hand, pushed back a few steps with his weight advantage, and grabbed the snake's head with the palm of the other hand, slamming into the female wall.

Several bricks shattered, and scales flew everywhere.

The snake man struggled wildly, but his hands could not be taken off, and he had to whip with his long tail.

But it's useless.

The flame flow of true qi rushed into the sand armor, raising the temperature to 800 degrees Celsius, and in an instant, the snake man's arms were disabled.

The gravel at the breastplate deformed and surged forward, fixing the snake man's upper body and turning into a guillotine.

The sand knife beeps.

After a second, the snake's head hits the ground and the cut is smooth.

The headless snake corpse, still twitching, was pushed off the wall.

Hong Fan dispersed the sand armor and was about to join the next battle circle, when he heard the high-frequency voice of the beginning of the war in his ears.

The snake people reacted immediately.

The snake people who had not yet had time to go up to the city reflexively evacuated, and those who clinged to the city walls jumped down the city.

As for those who were already in the city, they became more and more furious, storming and changing their lives at any cost, until they died.

The noise died down.

The sun was heavy on the western sky, splashing red twilight.

It shines like blood on the city, and ink on the blood.

Hong Ping took off his pocket and threw the file axe that had already cut the blade back into the corner.

The sharp weapon was taken off, and the fear and exhaustion that had been forcibly suppressed by the hormones suddenly came up.

He took a few steps in a daze, and his legs went limp and he collapsed.

At the critical moment, there was a boost in the armpits.

But it was Hongfu on the side who hurried half a step and held him up.

After eating this fight, Hong Ping only felt that his hands and feet were getting colder and colder, and most of the weight of his body was forced to lean over.

"Brother Ping, how much do you contribute yourself."

Hong Fu exclaimed in a low voice.

"I'm very weak, too."

Hong Ping turned his head to look and saw that the little fat man had blood on his forehead, and his face was still clean without blood.

"I'm sorry, but I don't ...... my hands and feet"

He lowered his head and spoke, inexplicably a little ashamed.

In addition to the addition of fists and kicks in ethnology, this is the first physical contact between the two cousins.

"Sit down and take a break."

Hong Fu replied.

The two staggered and leaned under the women's wall.

Then, they didn't dare to glance left and right, only looked up to see the sunset in tacit understanding.

At dusk, the glow is extraordinarily thick, illuminating people's minds in confusion.

"Hong Fu."

Hong Ping suddenly called.

"I've done a lot of things that don't mean to talk before, and I'll tell you no today."

He was slightly off the hook.

There was no reply.

Hong Ping was at a loss.

He turned his head to look and found that Hong Fu was lying on his head and his hands, but he was laughing silently.

"When is it time to pick up that little bit of?"

The little fat man glanced at his cousin and mocked.

He felt a panic around his waist, and when he pulled it out, he pulled out a half-embedded remnant of scales from his armor.

The scales were stained with unknown blood, staining Hong Fu's fingers red.

"It's a small thing, but it has to be said now."

Hong Ping also smiled.

"Otherwise, if you rush to the situation like today, who knows if there will be a chance in the future?"

As he spoke, he looked away and forced his way to see the snake man who was dead under the female wall a few meters away.

The smile faded quickly.

But the cold hands and feet were warmed and strengthened.

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An hour later.

The four fields have been completely darkened, as if they have been covered by someone.

Rows of torches were lit behind the women's wall.

Most of the soldiers went down to the city to eat and rest, and the auxiliaries and reservists went to the city to dispose of the corpses and do simple cleaning.

As for the messy trenches, no one can take care of them.

Hong Fan stood alone at the head of the city, looking down on the city by the light of the fire.

In the pit, a disemboweled snake man was lying on his back, pierced by several wooden thorns.

But its eyes were still round, as if it were looking at the people of the city.

Snakes have no eyelids, only transparent scales to protect their eyeballs, which Hong Fan has known for a long time.

Whether it is in China in the previous life or Dahua in this life, snakes are closely related to concepts such as "immortality" and "death without stiffness".

The peculiar temperament of the Gaine snake naturally gives people the feeling of being between the two worlds of yin and yang.

Behind Hong Fan, footsteps approached.

He turned his head and saw that it was Hong Lie coming.

"The post-war statistics came out."

Hong Lie also stood against the wall and said.

"Three hundred and twenty-three snake men were killed in this battle, and we suffered one hundred and fifty-seven casualties."

"Seventy-four dead, twenty-eight seriously wounded, and fifty-two minor wounded who can fight again in the short term."

Hong Fan sighed.

One person for two snake people, it's not ugly to say.

The problem is that Gimhae is the defender, with a strong bow and a crossbow, as well as ample city defense equipment.

"With the fierceness of the snake people who are not afraid of death, if they change the defense of the city to a field foot battle, I am afraid that they can play a one-to-ten exchange ratio."

Hong Fan said in a low voice.

"Next time it won't be so easy."

Hong Lie nodded.

They could all see that the afternoon attack was just a test of the alien race.

As the private army of the Son of God, the other party does not know enough about the methods of human beings.

After throwing away more than 300 lives today, there will inevitably be adjustments next time.

The two were speechless for a moment.

The firelight flickered, and Hong Lie also saw the crucified snake man under the city.

"It's dead, but it looks like it's alive."

Hong Fan said, his voice faint.

"When I wasn't dead earlier, I didn't look alive."

"The snake man's face is sparsely muscular, and it's hard to see the expression."

Hong Lie took over the conversation.

"So every time we fight the snake people, the first thing we do is decapitate and mend the knife."

Hong Fan suddenly asked, "Will the snake people be afraid?" ”

Hong Lie was speechless.

At this point, a gruff voice answered.

"Of course!"

It was Liao Zhenghao who was passing by the city.

"Fortune tellers often say 'there is no good luck in heaven', have you ever heard of it?"

He walked over and patted Hong Fan on the shoulder.

"What you want is good to get, but what you can't get is evil."

"When there is gain or loss in the heart, there will be a heart of sorrow – according to Buddhism, it is the cause of 'self-grasping' that causes trouble."

"Since the snake people have desires, they will naturally be afraid."

Hong Fan heard the words and asked, "What does the snake man want?" ”

"They want blood!"

Liao Zhenghao replied without thinking.

(End of chapter)