PS: Is there a third watch!

My cousin didn't drink two months of Chinese medicine in vain, and now is the time when everyone's pockets are the fattest, and the silver is harvested!

Cousin is counting on the dragoon to feed the family!

Portland soldiers are like numbers on paper, numb to subtraction.

Because of the timely suppression, the camp roar that almost broke out finally revived, and it was even more without warning.

No one has ever seen or heard of such a peerless murder weapon, and the natural fear of the unknown and the incomparably tragic casualties in human nature have infinitely amplified this negative group psychological change.

Everywhere there were terrified-faced Portlanders, running around like headless flies without a goal, shouting hysterically and babbling gibberish, and some of the soldiers with weapons even slashing like crazy.

Even if some officers at all levels who were still sober were cut off, they still could not stabilize the morale of the troops, and even more officers themselves were involuntarily swept in.

The utterly uncontrolled chaos spreads uncontrollably like a plague,

His hands were full of blood, just like when the Hell Shura came to the world, when he pretended to be a monk of the Divine Court in the prayer hall of Danyan Town, the bloody hands were holy, which was both contradictory and harmonious.

"45 seconds, 44 seconds, 43 seconds"

The display screen of the "Dragon General" tactical helmet represents that the six-track electromagnetic rail machine gun is decreasing, and the expressionless dragon knights are wantonly harvesting the lives of Portlanders, and tents have been razed, even the Chinese army's tent has not been spared.

Finally, a very small number of smart guys knew that they could escape by lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, in fact, this is not completely pretending to be dead, but it has greatly reduced the cross-sectional area of their own shots. There are still many more Portlanders who have yet to react and who have paid with their lives for their sluggishness and stupidity.

"13 seconds, 12 seconds, 11 seconds, the process aborts, and the form returns. ”

The murderous six-track electromagnetic orbital machine gun finally reverted to its original inconspicuous black flat ring appearance, and the hearty massacre was like a flash in the pan.

The strafing that lasted less than four minutes, coupled with a radius of 2,000 meters, completely disabled the "Thundercloud Tiger" army. Not only were the 1st Division and the unbelieving 2nd Division completely wiped out, but even many soldiers of the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Divisions died directly or indirectly at the hands of the Dragon Knights, and many more simply abandoned their armor and fled to the surrounding wilderness.

No matter how violent the legion commander Tang Lu was, he still couldn't prevent the entire legion from completely crushing under the double attack of slaughter and camp roaring.

This is the case with the Air Knight's combat style with full attack attributes, either being beaten like a dog by the enemy or beating the enemy like a dog.

With a light hand, the dragon knight fell to his knees as if he had been drained of all the strength in his body, and his extremely excited spirit when he was about to kill instantly fell to the bottom, and his shoulders fell together. Still gasping for breath.

When he lowered his gaze, he was very surprised to see a pale yellow nameless wildflower less than two inches in front of his feet, swaying weakly in the breeze.

It was astonishing that, after a night of chaos, neither the flowers nor the green leaves were miraculously intact, not even a drop of blood had been stained.

Perhaps with a single lift of the foot, it would be able to crush it completely into the blood-soaked land, leaving not a trace of residue behind.

Lin Mo slowly lowered his head unexpectedly, and reverently sniffed the faint fragrance in the bloody breath, as if his soul polluted by blood and killing had been comforted. His face quickly softened, and his wheezing gradually stabilized.

He looked up again and looked around the messy Portland Legion Camp with a somewhat confused look. It seems that some people can't believe that they have managed to slaughter a legion by themselves.

The barracks had been turned into a slaughterhouse, with Portlanders slaughtered livestock, human tissue, fragments of weaponry and bones, and a lingering smell in the air. It was an unimaginable stench of human blood, internal organs, and feces.

The people of Portlander may have died, and there was a dead silence all around. Only a dozen tattered military flags were hunting in the morning breeze.

The sky was white, and a golden morning light was about to erupt.

The dragon knight silently stood up again, took a Portlander's sword in his hand, raised his head and took a sharp breath, clenched his fist in one hand and raised the sword in the other, as if to break the glowing sky, while letting out a long howl with all his might.

"Sue!~~~ Did you hear that?I've avenged you! Those damn bastards, I'll send them to prison with my own hands, and I won't let any of them go!!"

The feeble, nameless little yellow flower swayed gently at his feet, like a listener listening to the dragon knight's declaration of revenge.

There were still a lot of Portlanders in the camp who had to pretend to be dead and silent, lying motionless among the disgusting flesh and corpses and continuing to pretend to be dead.

The ground trembled slightly, as if even the heavens and the earth had changed color.

In fact, after Lin Mo's voice dissipated, the ground was still shaking, and a row of black lines were suddenly appearing from the distant horizon.

Cavalry!

It was approaching here at full speed, black and pressing, like a black tide, and flags fluttering in the middle of the team.

Another army appeared, Lin Mo was stunned, and without hesitation, he released a light mirror technique.

There were no mages using dispel or counterspells, making the opponent's banner clearly visible in the light mirror floating in front of him.

The dark purple velvet banner is embroidered with a majestic lion and a simplified crown overhead.

The identity of the other party is already about to be revealed, the Portlanders' "Overlord Lions" legion, Lin Mo's old rival.

The speed of the cavalry was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed into the large camp that had been ruined overnight, and quickly began to line up, and surrounded the only dragon knight standing in the camp.

Only the sound of the horses snorting and gouging hooves from time to time, the square procession was very neat, and each knight stood straight at the waist, straddling the horse's back and motionless, showing a well-trained mental outlook.

A leading knight drove away from the group on his horse, looked around, turned his gaze and looked at Lin Mo, and asked loudly, "What's the matter here?" What's going on here?"

The strange heavy armor with a dark body represented the opponent's knightly status.

The "Overlord Lion" Legion was worried that the "Thundercloud Tiger" Legion would suffer too many casualties due to the dragon slaying, so the Slans could take advantage of the opportunity, so they sent a knight regiment of 500 people to support, but they were still a step too late, and they did not see the unimaginable bloody scene not long ago.

In order to hurry, the Knights chose to advance lightly, and the baggage team loaded with heavy cavalry armor and supplies was left far behind, and it was expected to arrive a day late.

"No, no, he's a murderer. He's the devil! He's the devil! He's killing everybody. ”

Lin Mo was about to speak, when a person suddenly jumped nearby, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and rushed over with a hoarse shout.

Fish that slipped through the net!

Pull out the Type 92 combat pistol, open the safe, load, and raise the gun!

Bang!~

The Portland soldier who pretended to be a dead corpse fell to the ground like a rotten log, never to be heard again.

Crisp and clean!

The truth was slain by violence again.

The Portlanders' knights watched in amazement as Lin Mo completed the entire process of murder on the spot in full view of everyone.

It's like killing a chicken. The other party didn't even move his eyes.

"You, who are you?"

Originally, he thought that the person wearing the Portland armor was just insane, but he didn't expect to be killed directly under his nose, and Lin Mo's behavior aroused the knight's suspicion!

Bah!~ Another shot rang out to answer him.

Lin Mo was in a very bad mood at the moment. I don't want to be reasonable.

Therefore, a small round hole suddenly appeared in the center of the helmet's eyebrows, and the leading knight who squirted red and white juice fell off the horse without saying a word, and he was completely defenseless, he did not expect the other party to act so domineeringly.

"Master centurion, oh my God, the centurion is dead. ”

"He killed the centurion!

"Enemies. Kill him and avenge the centurion!"

After a commotion, the other knights pulled out their weapons and prepared to rush over to avenge their captain.

Blazing white flames rose from the surface of the Dragon's tactical armor. Lin Mo didn't mind another slaughter, and the fearless sword pointed at the Portland Knights who were beginning to accelerate their process.

"Roar!~~~"

A long dragon roar suddenly sounded in the distant sky, and the horses of the Portland Knights seemed to be suddenly greatly frightened, falling into chaos, scurrying around without a head.

They are just a group of ordinary riding beasts, with a natural fear of the powerful creatures that occupy the top of the food chain, and although they have received strict military training, they are already very good at not being scared to the point of.

Several knights who had not yet rushed in front of Lin Mo were derailed by the frightened war horse belt, and even fell under their hooves, falling to the ground in an extremely ugly manner, without even touching the enemy's side.

An even more unlucky knight flew out of his saddle and fell in front of Lin Mo in embarrassment, and when he couldn't get up, he was immediately beheaded by a sword, and the corpse above his neck was empty and sprayed with bloody arrows and fell to the ground, convulsing strangely and inexplicably, and the chaotic scene became more and more unbearable.

After a few breaths, a huge figure swept over the large camp that had become like a ruin, and after nearly a hundred meters, it suddenly twisted its body and half-tightened its scales, completed an extremely fast turning posture, and turned back with the remaining momentum, and landed with a bang.

"Terran!"

A giant dragon covered in pale cyan scale armor landed between the knights and Lin Mo, but this "human race" was said to Lin Mo.

"I smell a golden dragon in you. ”

The huge wind dragon sniffled, the expression on his face changed slightly, and unexpectedly continued, "The cold iron smell is really disgusting to the dragon. (To be continued......)