This thrilling scene made the more than 100 Alania survivors who were watching the battle from afar almost scream, the Alania people were destroyed and destroyed by the Anzhi people in just less than two months, so they know the horror of the Anzhi Ironclad Army best, and they still have lingering fears about the powerful force of the Anzhi people.

But at this moment, a series of uniform sounds of knife drawing sounded in the air.

Boom!

Six hundred people brought their knives at the same time, and the sound of six hundred blades and scabbards grinding together was like a hurricane, forming an indescribably shocking sound.

In the process, no one made any noise.

In an instant, six hundred cold light slashing knives formed a high-speed moving metal forest, and then each of the Chambord warriors wearing white sè armor burst out with a more intense fighting spirit, and the pieces of knife flowers were mixed with magnificent fighting energy, like a bright night sky, which was as intoxicating as the bright night sky, and then there were bursts of tinkling metal in the air followed by the sound of explosion, and the wolf's fangs and arrows that were hungry and screaming like locusts rushed densely, and in an extreme time, they were twisted into more dense and dense crumbs by pieces of brilliant knife light。

What a spectacle it was.

Six hundred people swung their swords silently, six hundred blooming fighting spirits, a rain of arrows like a torrential rain was destroyed, and what was even more terrifying was that even if the arrows were broken into fragments, it was difficult to penetrate within one meter of the body of the white-armored Chambord samurai...... The whole process is shocking, and it is completed between lightning and fire, so fast that ordinary people's eyes can't even capture what is happening.

When the Chambord warriors swept across the ground at high speed for a long time, clumps of arrowheads, wooden poles, and feather fragments that had been crushed by the light of the knife slowly piled up like garbage covering the ground, like abandoned ornaments after a carnival.

Next, the white-armored Chambord samurai did not give Ahn Zhiren a second chance to fire shè crossbow arrows.

It was only a blink of an eye before the sword was drawn, and in the next moment, the twenty white-armored warriors at the front of the Anzhi Iron Armor Army Tower Shield Dragon Lance were within ten meters, and as the warriors unanimately drew their knives, the twenty swords were designed by Sun Fei, the second martial arts master, and the dark female blacksmith Chasi was made of rare materials, and the strange slashing knife blessed by the runes of the [Madman Laboratory] tore through the night sky and cut out an arc of knife light in the air.

In front of this thunderbolt-like sword light, the hundred-forged steel tower shield that blocked Bai Sè's eyes was fragile like nǎi cheese and silently split in two from it, and then flew out fiercely towards the rear along with the Hercules soldiers who were hiding behind the tower shield and holding dragon spears on their shoulders and waiting for the expected imminent impact.

At the same time, more than 500 white-armored samurai flew up.

They sped over the heads of the twenty companions at the front, like ghosts floating in the night sky, like messengers of death, and threw themselves into the ranks of the black-pressed cháo ironclad army.

Finally, the blood burst into shè.

"Ah......" The first terrible scream of an An Zhi soldier whose body was cut in two by the light of the knife announced the official arrival of the killing feast.

However, before this scream could fall, it was drowned out by hundreds of more terrible and sharp screams that sounded at the same time in the next moment.

The most brutal hand-to-hand battle has finally begun.

The Alania survivors who watched the battle from a distance looked at the battlefield tremblingly, they were already excited to the extent that they couldn't help themselves, watching the Chambord warriors in white armor, like a red-hot soldering iron piercing the fresh nǎi cheese, crushing the defense line that had been laid out for a long time by the Chambord people, watching the dozens of Chambord soldiers fall with every swing of the sword, they can now finally experience the strength of the Chambord people, and finally have the most intuitive impression of the legendary stories in the mouths of the bards.

As time passed, the riots in other areas of the city seemed to have gradually subsided, and the flames burning frantically on all sides were also controlled and began to gradually extinguish, Sun Fei nodded slightly, it seemed that the Alania warrior named Charles Adam had found the resistance organization in the city, and without the obstruction of the army, the resistance army began to control the situation in the city of Marton.

Immediately afterward, more and more Alanyans, men, women, blacksmiths, peddlers, warriors, and civilians, began to pour out of the streets on all sides in the distance...... They had different faces, different appearances, the same was the hatred in their eyes, like wounded beasts, eager to tear An Zhiren to pieces.

Under the leadership of the resistance, like a volcano that has been brewing for thousands of years, the people of Alania in the city of Marton, who have been surviving under the terror of the high-pressure policy of Anzhi, rushed out of the streets and alleys with the long-accumulated anger and the fierceness of the same death, and tried to attack the crime-ridden ironclad army, but they suddenly froze in place.

For they were dumbfounded to find that the Anzhi people had already received the most cruel punishment for the crimes they had committed.

In the distance, in the battlefield, not only did someone cry and fall, but there was absolutely no white-armored warrior among them.

These Chambord warriors wearing white armor and holding slashers in their hands are like a group of white sè reapers, wielding sharp scythes to harvest life, where they passed, stumps and severed arms took off, blood and bones were a sè, and no pieces of armor remained, and almost none of the soldiers could resist this group of white sè reapers, even for a moment.

Torres stood on the periphery with a longbow on his wrist, and with every arrow he fired, a master of peace turned into a cloud of blood mist.

In An Zhiren's opinion, this blonde-haired, handsome and flowing boy like a jīng spirit is even more terrifying than Shura who is chasing after him with the name of the god of death, because no An Zhi strong person can dodge his arrows, not even a strong person of seven or eight stars.

From top to bottom, the proud, conceited, brutal and bloodthirsty An Zhi Iron Armor Army was completely suppressed.

This was the first battle in which the Chambord legion fought in the true sense of the word.

Sun Fei's painstaking efforts in emphasizing the atmosphere of the battlefield and the method of training troops in actual combat have finally been richly rewarded.

For the first time, the Chambord Legion showed its sharp fangs to the world.

An invincible and terrifying iron army, which has withstood the test of iron and blood at this moment, was officially born on the continent of Azeroth.

Then, it didn't take long for the tide of battle to be locked.

Although the number was a hundred times that of the Chambord white-armored samurai, and the soldiers of An Zhi who were trapped in a desperate situation were not without ferocity, but in the face of the Chambo's sharp army, which was composed of three-star warriors or above and was extremely good at cooperating, their efforts only lasted less than thirty minutes, and they were completely defeated, and the battle—or simply not a battle, but a one-sided slaughter, began to slowly come to an end.

The powerful destructive power of the Douqi Warriors, combined with powerful weapons, doomed the army composed of ordinary people to be vulnerable in front of them at all.

From beginning to end, Sun Fei did not participate in the war.

Because there is no need.

Sun Fei's gaze looked through the bloody battlefield to the City Lord's Mansion that was surrounded and protected in the middle by An Zhi's army.

At this time, Sun Fei's feeling became clearer, in this solid mansion that looked like a city within a city, there was a dark power of hell that was extremely imperceptible, far more evil than those zombies and mutant beasts outside the city of Marton, like an invisible blood mist, enveloping the entire mansion, and the terrifying aura that only the truly strong could feel by the releaser seemed to be brewing.

Boom! Boom Boom!!

In the City Lord's Mansion, there was a sudden sound of shaking mountains, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

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