Wells snorted coldly, and Ruili changed her face on the spot after saying something.

She really didn't think about the long term.

"Array, everyone, mixed organization!" Willing to ignore Ruili, who had not come back to his senses, directly ordered.

The melee divisions retreated first, and they were the ones who were most damaged, so they had been waiting for this order long ago.

"Idiot, how can you gain without sacrifice!"

Mark Twain, the commander of the Sirius League, sneered. In his opinion, Wells did so purely as a woman.

"Increase the firepower and kill!"

The order was issued, and not only did Mark Twain not do as well as Wells, but instead turned the centralized mode to the highest speed. He was not going to compete with Wells and the others after killing the Rain God Xuanming. He just wanted to do his best to get the promotion card and then take the alliance to hunt down the next target.

"Willes, this is not possible. It is impossible to compete with Mark Twain and the others in the loose state of mixed arrangements." Ruili spoke. Although she came to her senses, she also agreed with Welles' words, but when she saw Mark Twain's actions, she was immediately worried.

Wells glanced at her and said, "No matter who wins first, the promotion card will emerge from the god. In this way, as long as a few of us captains stare at there, once they appear and immediately snatch it, how can we lose the opportunity? Moreover, we fight with a mixed organization, and the loss of alliance power is greatly reduced. Later, it is very beneficial for wars in the Sirius Alliance or hunting other gods."

Obviously, Wells has always looked at the problem from a long-term perspective. Of course, it has to be admitted that this hand is indeed beautiful.

However, whether it is effective, or whether it can achieve his goal in his heart, still has to wait for the test of time.

"roar!"

The Rain God Xuanming roared angrily, but his body, which was already full of holes, could not fight again.

boom!

In another wave of attacks, Xuan Ming fell to the ground, and his huge body hit the ground, making a harsh roar.

"The last blow!"

Mark Twain waved his hand, his face full of excitement. But at the same time, he also began to be alert.

What Wells could think of, he could naturally think of it, perhaps not as long-term and comprehensive as Wells thought, but the two thoughts about the promotion card to win the two.

"kill!"

Ruili also had murderous intent. Of course, because of Wells' suggestion, they were just showing off and more energy had actually moved to the snatch of the moment the promotion card appeared.

“Prepare.”

Take a deep breath and Wells narrowed his eyes.

boom!

The explosion overflowed, and the rain god Xuanming died of death under the crazy attacks of both sides!

Swish!

Almost instantly, Wells and others rushed out, Mark Twain and others were also not slow, so a scene appeared: the thick smoke of gunpowder on the body of the huge Xuanming corpse had not yet dissipated, and the commanders of the two major alliances rushed towards the center from the left and right sides.

"Mark Twain!"

"Willes!"

The two enemies roared angrily and were extremely jealous when they met.

Bang!

In the fierce collision, the two sides had no nonsense and started killing directly. No matter whether the promotion card fell on either side, the other party immediately had to concentrate all his strength to bombard the man. At the same time, Ruili, who was on the side of the alliance, also led many teams on her side to kill the people in the Tianlang League.

After all, resources are limited. If you can defeat an opponent, you will undoubtedly have more things to your hands. Moreover, more importantly, if these people from the Sirius League can be defeated step by step, I think Mark Twain and the others will not have time to care about the promotion card anymore. After all, this is their foundation.

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

Roaring and shouting, the melee of a hundred teams began in a blink of an eye.

Boom boom boom boom!

Bang bang bang bang!

The sharp light shot out, and blood splattered everywhere. Some people were constantly injured and others died. The huge war showed its most fierce side just when the fangs were revealed.

"Good guy, I've never seen such a scene!"

Not far away, Jiang Shangzhi, who was hiding his good figure, whispered in emotion.

He has been through the battlefield for a long time, but he has never seen the scene of more than 100 teams fighting wildly together. This is probably the case for others. I am afraid that only Qianmo has seen the four teams in the entire alliance. After all, as a genius specially trained by one of the thousands of clans of the special train, she has the right to enter the extraterritorial battlefield.

"Let's go out after they're almost killed?"

With his thumb raised, Jiang Shangzhi pointed to the group of people fighting fiercely behind him and whispered.

"It's theoretically, but it may not be possible if there is a better chance."

“A better opportunity?”

"That's right, for example, there are new teams participating, and the melee continues to heat up." Lin Hao nodded and said, "The more chaotic the situation, the more beneficial it is to us."

Their teams are far stronger than the other side, but if they compare their overall strength, they have to admit that if they get stuck, there will be a lot of trouble.

"Is it possible?"

Jiang Shangzhi frowned and thought for a while, and found that this was really possible.

People die for money and birds die for food and wealth, and wealth moves people's hearts. These common sayings are really not just talk. Especially in the world of trains, when the promotion card is related to life and death, when a promotion card is exposed, few teams can not be moved. Perhaps their strength is not enough, but this does not hinder their luck mentality.

"Get some mechanical puppets and sneak over."

He patted Zhao Mowu on the shoulder, Lin Hao ordered, the latter nodded, and with a flash of his watch, he immediately saw dozens of robots that were not as big as a palm.

Puff puff puff!

The lower body swung, and they quickly drilled into the soil and sneaked from the ground toward the battlefield.

"If you are not sure, don't take action, try not to let them discover us as much as possible."

Lin Hao reminded.

He is here waiting for both teams to kill and suffer losses, rather than to provide the two teams with a joint attack target.

"Um."

Zhao Mowu nodded, and it was a sloppy job to do things.

But soon, Qin Shiro stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Mowu asked, not knowing what went wrong with him.

"Although this so-called giant alliance is destined to not last long, it is difficult to ensure that it will not cause us any trouble. So, I wonder if we can take the opportunity to cause some accidents for them."

Qin Shirou said, looking at everyone around him.

"It's going to be a problem indeed."

Lucifer nodded. In his opinion, this group of teams that were purely overwhelming with numbers was indeed disgusting.

“Can do it.”

Lin Hao also agreed that what Qin Shirou thought was not unreasonable.

"What do you mean is to put high explosives on the robot?" Zhao Mowu understood quickly and prepared enough. When he opened the bracelet, he took out more than a dozen blue liquid tubes in a blink of an eye.

"A B-class magnetic storm explosive, more than a dozen pieces are connected together, and even the effect of the lightning field can be created."

"Good boy."

Jiang Shangzhi laughed softly, but he became more and more fond of this mechanical otaku who doesn't like being a human being but is not rude when he gets slutty.

“That’s all, get ready.”

Lin Hao nodded, Zhao Mowu's performance satisfied him very much.

Rust!

The soil was tilted, and dozens of robots equipped with magnetic storm explosives were once again penetrated from underground to the center of the battlefield.

At this time, the intensity of the battle in the middle of the battlefield had completely reached a white-hot level compared to before.

Senior officials were hurt by each other, and although no one died, it would be a matter of time if the battle continued.

The damage to ordinary personnel in the two major alliances was even more severe, with the death toll as high as 30 and the number of injuries was hundreds. It can be said that for this promotion card, the two alliances that collided together had paid 40% of their strength.

"We can't continue like this."

Mark Twain said in a deep voice. Although he was unwilling to accept it, the huge team damage forced him to consider giving in time.

"retreat!"

After gritting his teeth, Mark Twain had to make a decision.

This time he lost, and he was in a mess. Not only did he fail to get the promotion card, but he also caused a lot of vitality to lose. He could imagine what kind of scene he would face after leaving the battlefield.

But, to his surprise, just as he was about to retreat.

Suddenly, boom, and the blasting sound continued, and the light blue arcs shot out, crackling, piercing the nearby people one by one.

"Enemy attack!"
To be continued...