The battle between the Martial Saint levels was very fast, and the reversal of the tide of the battle was also very fast. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiongguan, which was still crumbling before and was about to be breached, was stabilized again under the help of two unexpected martial saint-level masters.

Even though the soldiers on the beams of the house continued to attack the wall, it was obvious that they had lost their former might!

On the battlefield, what is really terrifying about the Martial Saint level is not their killing efficiency, no matter how high the efficiency is, they will not be able to wipe out tens of thousands of elite troops in a short period of time. What is truly terrifying is their near-invincible individual strength!

That's the fear of being beaten and not being able to fight back! That's the fear of dying once you're targeted! That's the fear of being irresistible and inescapable!

However, even with this heavy fear, before the horn of retreat sounded, the French soldiers, masters, could only hold on, and still rushed over in waves!

Nuremberg was a meat grinder! And now, it's churning up even more French flesh!

......

"This doesn't make sense, how did this Viking get involved?" On the far mountainside, in the boulder, the middle-aged strong man looked depressed.

"Yes, this shouldn't be, aren't the Vikings here always staying at sea and never caring about things on the mainland?" The charming and lazy woman was also full of puzzlement.

"Now it's complicated. Looking at the two pairs of martial saints who were still fighting in the sky, the middle-aged strong man sighed: "It seems that the city can't be broken." ”

"Then do you have to wait?" The lazy woman hesitated for a moment and asked, "If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't have a chance." ”

"Wait, don't rush yet!" The man could only frown: "I think things are a bit strange here!

......

"Hehe, the Poles, the Vikings, this Germany, this France, one by one, are all very deep. Hole cards one after the other. In the dense jungle, the black-robed old man was full of sarcasm.

"I thought Germany was defeated this time, but I didn't expect that there were still these two trump cards hidden!" The gray-robed old man smiled: "At this moment, it is Germany that has the upper hand, at least it is no problem to defend the city!"

"That's not the key! The key is that our chance to make a move is gone!" The black-robed old man looked angry: "They can't fight hard!"

The battle between the Martial Saint levels was very fast, and the reversal of the tide of the battle was also very fast.

Xiongguan, which was still crumbling before and was about to be breached, was stabilized again under the help of two unexpected martial saint-level masters.

Even though the soldiers on the beams of the house continued to attack the wall, it was obvious that they had lost their former might!

On the battlefield, what is really terrifying about the Martial Saint level is not their killing efficiency, no matter how high the efficiency is, they will not be able to wipe out tens of thousands of elite troops in a short period of time. What is truly terrifying is their near-invincible individual strength!

That's the fear of being beaten and not being able to fight back! That's the fear of dying once you're targeted! That's the fear of being irresistible and inescapable!

However, even with this heavy fear, before the horn of retreat sounded, the French soldiers, masters, could only hold on, and still rushed over in waves!

Nuremberg was a meat grinder! And now, it's churning up even more French flesh!

......

"This doesn't make sense, how did this Viking get involved?" On the far mountainside, in the boulder, the middle-aged strong man looked depressed.

"Yes, this shouldn't be, aren't the Vikings here always staying at sea and never caring about things on the mainland?" The charming and lazy woman was also full of puzzlement.

"Now it's complicated. Looking at the two pairs of martial saints who were still fighting in the sky, the middle-aged strong man sighed: "It seems that the city can't be broken." ”

"Then do you have to wait?" The lazy woman hesitated for a moment and asked, "If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't have a chance." ”

"Wait, don't rush yet!" The man could only frown: "I think things are a bit strange here!

......

"Hehe, the Poles, the Vikings, this Germany, this France, one by one, are all very deep. Hole cards one after the other. In the dense jungle, the black-robed old man was full of sarcasm.

"I thought Germany was defeated this time, but I didn't expect that there were still these two trump cards hidden!" The gray-robed old man smiled: "At this moment, it is Germany that has the upper hand, at least it is no problem to defend the city!"

"That's not the key! The key is that our chance to make a move is gone!" The black-robed old man looked angry: "They can't fight hard!"

The battle between the Martial Saint levels was very fast, and the reversal of the tide of the battle was also very fast.

Xiongguan, which was still crumbling before and was about to be breached, was stabilized again under the help of two unexpected martial saint-level masters.

Even though the soldiers on the beams of the house continued to attack the wall, it was obvious that they had lost their former might!

On the battlefield, what is really terrifying about the Martial Saint level is not their killing efficiency, no matter how high the efficiency is, they will not be able to wipe out tens of thousands of elite troops in a short period of time. What is truly terrifying is their near-invincible individual strength!

That's the fear of being beaten and not being able to fight back! That's the fear of dying once you're targeted! That's the fear of being irresistible and inescapable!

However, even with this heavy fear, before the horn of retreat sounded, the French soldiers, masters, could only hold on, and still rushed over in waves!

Nuremberg was a meat grinder! And now, it's churning up even more French flesh!

......

"This doesn't make sense, how did this Viking get involved?" On the far mountainside, in the boulder, the middle-aged strong man looked depressed.

"Yes, this shouldn't be, aren't the Vikings here always staying at sea and never caring about things on the mainland?" The charming and lazy woman was also full of puzzlement.

"Now it's complicated. Looking at the two pairs of martial saints who were still fighting in the sky, the middle-aged strong man sighed: "It seems that the city can't be broken." ”

"Then do you have to wait?" The lazy woman hesitated for a moment and asked, "If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't have a chance." ”

"Wait, don't rush yet!" The man could only frown: "I think things are a bit strange here!

......

"Hehe, the Poles, the Vikings, this Germany, this France, one by one, are all very deep. Hole cards one after the other. In the dense jungle, the black-robed old man was full of sarcasm.

"I thought Germany was defeated this time, but I didn't expect that there were still these two trump cards hidden!" The gray-robed old man smiled: "At this moment, it is Germany that has the upper hand, at least it is no problem to defend the city!"

"That's not the key! The key is that our chance to make a move is gone!" The black-robed old man looked angry: "They can't fight hard!"