The rain has become lighter.

But there are many clouds in the weather, and the news from the north is not good. Sharu saw many corpse transport trucks, full of corpse bodies of those who had already died in battle. In the tone of the indigenous corpse transporters, these corpses were not even qualified to become sutured materials.

This made Sharu, as a player, feel some hostility. When these indigenous people were enjoying peace behind, countless players like him fought desperately in front of him.

He knew one of the miscellaneous people. He had a little bit of qualifications from the necromancers and could not afford to do a big deal, so he could only come to transport the corpse... He looked at his companions. As the commander, he and several companions were discussing something, but it didn't look like a frontline issue. One of them looked at the indigenous people, which was a bit meaningful.

Sharu swears to see nothing.

"Okay, get up, it's our turn."

The commander said, waved to the black elves beside Sharu's side: "Vadak, come here."

"Can you call me Anyan? This is my game name."

"Take it over, come here."

The commander and the assassin chewed the tongue face to face, and finally the assassin nodded and took the musket handed over by his commander. Sharu's recognition of the musket was obtained by the commander from a commander who died in battle. He was so precious on weekdays.

After seeing off the assassin, the commander waved to Sharu: "Take your men and follow me later. There are brothers on both sides. Our mission is to break through the last ring fortifications on the south bank of the East Continent."

"If I remember correctly, I have already rushed through two waves of people." Sharuel clearly remembered that two hours ago, the battle group named Rodal's Blade framed his four groups and rushed up. Then, an hour later, the three first-stage groups of his Death Hammer team went to the front line as the second wave of attacks: "Are they all dead?"

"Yes, it's all dead." After the commander said that, he carefully took out a cigarette box from the rain-proof pouch and pulled a dot from it: "Can you get one?"

"It seems that the battle is difficult, otherwise you won't give us cigarettes." Sharuel keenly felt that his commander had something to worry about.

"That's right, the black background and white cat claws were raised opposite him and hung the flag... They are the children of the Luowanta family."

"That's amazing, how could it be the baby of that family? I remember he wasn't in the north?" As a high-level play, Sharu certainly knew how much energy the children of the Lowanta family had. This was a kind of existence that could frame millions of military power with a wave of hand. The kitten man world has the highest voice and the loudest voice. In addition to listening to the Longershi family, those kittens listened to the Lowanta family.

"It's not the one from the North... it's from the old man Su's house." When it comes to this, the commander gritted his teeth.

Sharu could only roll his eyes: "Is that big leader and Sumaso who was not against him?"

"Yes, that's right. After he raised the flag, the players on alien planets were like crazy. We were almost all of us and the people of Rodal's Blade were wiped out. The scene was said to be very tragic." The commander said while sideways and letting a corpse transport truck that was on the wrong way: "Don't you have eyes?"

The natives driving turned their heads, revealing their empty eye sockets and red soul fire.

Sharu rolled his eyes: "What's wrong with the big guy over there?"

"We are in rescue. This time we have four chariots accompanying us. The commander above said that if we can't rob it, our people don't need to be removed."

"I want to see the scene." Sharu, who had fought several tough battles in Shah'an, was a little surprised. Only these regiments, plus the chariots, could not be defeated?

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Five minutes later, Sharu felt that he was wrong.

In the bunker outside the square, the commander had just blew a whistle and took the lead in charge out of the bunker. A bullet penetrated into his chest. Sharuel grabbed him quickly and dragged him to the back of the ruins. He cut open the leather armor straps lined with the golden ring armor with the first aid officer. He saw a gun point on the ring armor that had a twisted effect. The bullet broke the ring armor ring and drilled into his chest, but there was no exit.

"The bullet seeps silver!" The first aid officer wailed and pulled his finger out of the wound. Sharul quickly reached out to take out the bullet from the wound, but found that the commander had no breath.

"This is a hell of world." The young man stood up, put his helmet on his head, rushed out of the ruins with a musket, and saw a fire coming towards him. He subconsciously lowered his head, and the fire flew over his head and penetrated into the crowd behind him. The next moment, the red flames ignited the crowd.

"Damn it! What were our firepower doing before?!" someone shouted while crawling on the ground.

The flame explosion blew the crowd on the left side of Sharu's. The young man hurriedly leaned behind the ruins and shouted loudly: "Dispers apart! Don't gather together! Otherwise you are the best targets!"

There were gunfire everywhere, and Sharu finally understood why the puddles on the ground here were red. He watched a peer get a hole in his neck and then fell into the puddle.

"Storm up! Give the smoke!" The commander was killed. He was now the highest rank of the battle group. Sharuel patted the skull of the fire-breathing soldier carrying a burning oil tank beside him: "Follow me!"

He stood up, lowered his head and ran quickly to the ruins on the other side. At the same time, he unexpectedly found that there was no explosion behind him. Instead, the fire-breathing soldier followed him to the ruins with all his trunks: "Can't we go around for a while?! Commander!"

"You may go to the nearby friendly attack area, maybe it's safer there." Sharu said, and as soon as he stood up, he was pressed to the ground by the storm, and blood and limbs flew over his head.

"Where are our chariots?!" Although they were two restored chariots, they were at least better than the ones that were fought with their own squads.

"I'm lying again!" the fire spear shouted at the chariot with broken tracks behind, and pointed to the other side of Sharuh as if he had discovered something: "The other one is there."

"That's so..." Sharu turned around and saw the turret of the chariot flying into the air while it was exploding.

"This should be the most expensive coffin! Sharuel! I'm here." An old friend came out of nowhere. He first took out the grenade bags at his waist, took them out of the waterproof bag, and then hung them on the grenade ring at his waist: "Who of you has nine millimeters of bullets! When I came here just now, a bullet hit the magazine on my chest."

"It's all on the ground." Two new Edens patted the ruins at the same time, one of them carrying a bag: "We have confirmed that the bag is smoke bomb."

"That's great." Sharu's rise and rushed forward two steps. Before he could confirm the situation in front of him, an inflamed Explosion fell in front of him.
Chapter completed!