The sun rises high, the blue sky is white and cloudy, and it is unusually transparent. But such a good weather, the red-faced old man didn't feel it at all. On his way back to the Cursed Lands from the coast, he saw a desolate and desolate wilderness full of dead bodies, almost all of whom were soldiers from Ahong Island. He knew that what the young man who restrained him was true, the cavalry of the steppe appeared, the wilderness was flat, and those soldiers would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of the cavalry.

"Hey!" The red-faced old man sighed secretly, although he had made the decision to give up these soldiers before, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart at the moment.

Under the city of the Cursed Land, the soldiers of the Star Leader also did not feel the brightness of the sun, and their hearts were heavy. Although they won, none of them could laugh. The brutality of war made everyone feel oppressed, and the lethality of heavy machine guns shocked everyone. Even the second brother who commanded the battle was a little silent, standing on the bunker and looking at the corpses all over the ground in a daze.

The docks and shipyards on the other side are different, the restoration work has already begun, the snake carcass has been cleared, the ants have retreated, and the sea snake has only one skin left, and it has pounced straight on the river beach.

Not far from them, Lao Cai, Xiao Feng and others, who were guarding the estuary, were escorting more than 2,000 prisoners over.

The battle ended, and in one night more than 30,000 people died and 20,000 were taken prisoner. The soldiers of the Cursed Lands were amazed, they didn't know where the steppe cavalry was

Just when the battle in the Cursed Land was higher than the paragraph, the battle overseas also changed dramatically, just as the captive red-faced old man said, and the great counterattack of the Star Leader Fleet began.

After replenishing enough fuel and shells. They have enough confidence to defeat the opponent's wolf pack tactics.

In the waters near the island of Mandan, Yan He's fleet was exchanging fire with the fleet that was pursuing him. In other words, Yan He's unilateral abuse is more appropriate. Although the number of ships on both sides was six or seven times different, it was obvious that the advantage was the side of the Star Lord, which had fewer ships.

The gap between the two fleets was moderate, more than thirty miles. The fleet on Mandan Island still wanted to rush up and rely on the wolf pack tactics, but they couldn't catch up, so they could only watch their ships sink one by one under the enemy's shelling.

On the deck of the flagship of the Star Fleet, Yan He sat in a wheelchair, holding a water glass in one hand and a telescope in the other.

Now he has a feeling of raising his eyebrows, and the depression of being chased everywhere for days has been swept away. With fuel and weapons, what is there to fear when there are many ships on the other side!

And on the other side of him, the two elders of Mandan Island were so depressed that they seemed to vomit blood, they were still chasing and beating their opponents yesterday, and now they were beaten by themselves. The most annoying thing is that he can't run yet, and if his speed is not as good as others, he can only be pulled by the other party to fly a kite, and the result of this is that he will be gradually eaten away by the other party, and finally wiped out.

This situation is not limited to the Yan River. Wang Zhicheng was the same, he was aggrieved for half a month, and it was finally time for revenge. Now that most of the scattered fleets have been reunited under the guidance of the Ribs and Night Stalkers, it is impossible for the other side to run into other fleets and escape from the chaos.

This is especially true of monsters. The demon beasts sent by Ahong Island were killed and fled under the upper and lower attacks of killer whales and night owls, or they hid and did not dare to pavement. The big octopus that was unusually arrogant before is no longer visible.

The naval battle achieved a great counterattack with the support of the Star Lord, and sent a boat to the estuary to pick up the trapped private soldiers as soon as possible. At the same time, the big dragonfly sent by the star leader also followed.

And this time. The private soldiers in the estuary are experiencing the greatest crisis. After the fleet of the Star Lords was forced to withdraw, the two islands sent troops to destroy them. The jungles on both sides of the estuary are almost everywhere in the battlefield. You can encounter each other at any time. Especially at night, there will be masters of the Yuan Qi realm. If it weren't for the fact that they were well armed. I'm afraid it has already been destroyed by the other party.

But as time passed, their weapons and ammunition gradually ran out, and their danger increased exponentially, and if it weren't for the Iron Sword mercenaries' familiarity with the jungle, they would have had a hard time finding food. In the last few days, more than 60 private soldiers have been killed or wounded. Except for the last siege of Chongming Island, the private soldiers have never suffered such a big loss.

It is said that the private soldiers are all ninth-level Qi Condensation cultivators, and there should not be such big casualties, but the other party is almost all equipped with grenades, and they keep sending masters, as if they will never give up if they are not destroyed.

During this period of time, the opponent's Yuan Qi realm masters were killed by them, but they killed one to two, and killed two to four. The private soldiers all wondered, are the vitality masters of the two islands so worthless, and they filled them in one by one.

They also used to think about escaping by diving into the sea. But after thinking about it carefully, they gave up, their cultivation was not up to the level of the old man, and they could walk in the water. Relying on the speed of swimming, I am afraid that if I can't go twenty or thirty miles, I will be caught up, and I will only be left to be a target.

With no hope of escaping and no way out of the encirclement, they can only try to maneuver around. The supplies were gradually depleted, and the physical strength of the private soldiers was greatly affected, the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and the area in which they could operate became narrower and narrower.

At noon, dense explosions and desperate screams sounded in the estuary north of Chongming Island. After a few moments, the sound died down and everything was calm again.

A digging ground in the dense forest, Song Ming lay on the edge, looking coldly ahead. Behind him were dozens of private soldiers covered in darkness. At the moment, they all looked very tired, and their eyes were dull. Even if they are all cultivators of the ninth layer of condensation, they can't withstand the other party's constant harassment and attacks day and night, especially when they have grenades.

"Brother Song, Uncle Li may not be able to do it!" An anxious voice came from behind Song Ming.

"Lao Li!" Song Ming quickly turned around, looked at the middle-aged man who was held in his arms by the private soldier, and said in a low voice: "You hold on, there is still a small section of Seagod Essence in the backpack we dropped, I will go back to find it in a while!"

"Can't go" Uncle Li raised his hand, grabbed Song Ming tightly, and gasped: "It's okay if I'm dead, you are the leader, you can't take risks!"

"Lao Li!" Song Ming's eyes were red, this is the oldest private soldier in Xingchen Ling, and it is also the earliest batch, who came from Qingshan Village step by step, and witnessed the ups and downs, can it really not last this time!

"Puff puff puff" At this time, there was a strange sound.

"What is this? Help!" Immediately after, screams were heard in the distance. One, two, and soon it became one.

"Blow them up, blow them up quickly, they fly too fast, they can't blow up~ my arm, my arm is gone"

In an instant, there was chaos in the distance, and the more people hiding in the depression listened, the more surprised they became, Song Ming poked his head out and looked, and shouted uncontrollably: "Dragonfly, it's a big dragonfly, the lord has come to save us!" (To be continued.) )

PS: It's still 4,000 words today, and it's a bit urgent to do! I'm sorry brothers!