Among the tens of thousands of Knights, not only some people have horses. In this chaotic scene, Ren Xiaosu wanted to find the Norman head by himself, which was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

The opponent hides in the crowd like a large weapon of destruction. It would be fine if he didn't take action. If the opponent finds an opportunity to take action, the sixth field division behind him may suffer heavy losses.

Ren Xiaosu yelled in the crowd: "Direction at 9 o'clock!"

After saying that, he controlled Lao Xu first and rushed towards 9 o'clock, while the 22 T5 warriors and Dashi, Luo Lan and the heroic spirit, quickly came to his wings and rushed forward with an arrow formation.

Wherever they went, there were no soldiers from the Knights who could slightly stop them.

Wang Yun was still patrolling the battlefield with a telescope, and his eyes began to wander around the edge of the battlefield.

The fleeing people, the cavalry who had just joined the battlefield, were like a noisy farce. In the city of Ghent, there were knights and wizards sneaking away.

Very few, but not none.

It seems that the Tudor head suddenly fainted, which also had a great blow to the morale of the entire Tudor family.

Wang Yun stood on the high observation deck and even saw the old wine standing on the observation deck opposite him...

When he was looking at Chen Jiu, Chen Jiu was also looking at him. The two of them looked at each other in a telescope.

Chen Jiu was shocked, but before he could think about whether to say hello, the other party's eyes turned to other places again.

It’s not that Chen Jiu is not suspicious enough, but that Wang Yun felt that since Chen Jiu could hold a telescope in his hand, it means that he was at least not in the same group as the wizard family.

The next moment, Wang Yun actually saw a strange figure on the edge of the battlefield!

"Lao Ji let me down!" Wang Yun yelled.

The soil observation deck quickly collapsed back to the ground. Wang Yun stuffed the telescope into Zhang Xiaoman's hand, and then pointed at 2 o'clock: "The head of the Tudor family is there, please keep a close eye on him! If he has signs of awakening, tell the young marshal quickly!"

"Wait, where are you going?" Zhang Xiaoman shouted.

But Wang Yun didn't even look back and paid attention to him, but ran all the way to the shadow of the night in Ghent City.

City, light and shadow, walls, swords and guns, and people all formed huge data memories in Wang Yun's brain, but at this moment he abandoned all the noise and hustle and bustle behind his mind, leaving only an obsession in his heart.

He ran wildly, his half-length hair shaking with the wind because of his rapid movement.

Wang Yun was wearing a black combat uniform, and the black steel-toe combat boots on his feet made a squeaking sound due to the huge force. The sound of killing on the battlefield in the distance was extremely clear, but he could only hear his own voice at this time.

Gasp, steps, route!

"Turn left!" Wang Yun turned to the left, and he rose and jumped onto the roof of the short building.

Zhang Xiaoman occasionally looked at Wang Yun on the lookout platform. He knew that Wang Yun was chasing a certain target, but he had no idea what the target was chasing.

In this huge city, Wang Yun kept adjusting his route, calculating the other party’s speed and his own speed in his heart.

The strongest brain in the Northwest has completely entered a state of overload in this inexplicable pursuit.

Every time he chases an intersection, countless choices will form in his mind, just like multiple-choice questions in an exam, but Wang Yun must be the most correct one.

Because of the rapid rush, Wang Yun's blood temperature began to rise, and sweat began to fall into the wind, but he never wanted to give up.

Wang Yun enjoys this feeling, he likes this feeling!

All the past, the intrigue life and the depressed and unsuccessful dreams have now disappeared.

Looking back now, the words "Daxing Northwest" that he said to him through the dark cage were like fate.

Why is he fighting at this moment? Is he for money and profit? No.

To be in a high position? Not so.

All this he did was to protect the beauty of the northwest with everyone, and the desire to work together!

This made him feel that his mind was clearer, unprecedentedly clearer!

"Turn right!" Wang Yun suddenly ran towards a monastery in Ghent City. He shuttled through the roof, and each step was calculated and accurate.

After he climbed up to the dome of the monastery, he suddenly jumped towards the Void Night ahead: "Catch you!"

The moment he flew out of the dome, Wang Yun lowered his head and saw the street below him, and the black smoke passing by quickly in the light and shadow.

The man was still in the air, Wang Yun's pupils suddenly turned silver, and he stretched out his palms towards the black smoke: "Restrain!"

The invisible air began to squeeze inward. For Wang Wenyan, who turned into black smoke, this was a hunting from natural enemies!

Wang Wenyan in the black smoke was forced to regain his cohesion into a human being and fell from the sky with Wang Yun.

With two thuds, the two fell heavily on the stone road. During the fall, Wang Yun had already used air to remove all the weapons on Wang Wenyan's body.

But Wang Yun didn't even scream. He lay on the ground and laughed loudly, as if he was nervous.

Two lines of nosebleed came out of his nostrils, which was a sequelae of brain overdrawing, but it would be better for a while to cultivate, and Wang Yun did not take it to heart.

Wang Wenyan slowly stood up and said coldly: "Is it worth overdrawing myself for that young man who has no ideals?"

Wang Yun stood up and pushed the other person's forehead with his portable pistol and smiled: "There is no ideal? Are you a fanatical madman worthy of evading him?"

"Otherwise," Wang Wenyan sneered: "What are your plans for the Northwest now?"

"We just want to live well on that land, grow vegetables, build water conservancy, develop trade, and build roads. Is there anything wrong with it?" Wang Yun spitted on the ground.

During overload exercise, the mouth secretes more mucus than when it is still, to keep the respiratory tract moist.

"What's this ideal?" Wang Wenyan said coldly.

"It is an ideal to think about big things every day like you do?" Wang Yun said disdainfully: "You extreme fanatics can only make this world worse."

Wang Wenyan stopped arguing. Both of them were actually very clear about this argument, and no one could really convince anyone.

Wang Yun calmed down: "Be a good person in the next life, don't kill people at will."

Wang Wenyan said coldly: "I am a woman, I am the head of Wang's intelligence field. I ask the 178 Fortress to give me diplomatic immunity."

No matter when, Wang Wenyan faced the outside world as a man, in Luocheng and in the wizard kingdom, but she was indeed a woman, but her short hair, clean and neat outfit, and her relatively neutral appearance allowed her to conceal her true gender.

Being a man can make her stronger while performing tasks.

Now, as a mature intelligence officer, he should use all conditions to create opportunities for himself.

"I know you are a woman," Wang Yun sneered: "I know it in the Holy Mountain of Fire, so I can't take you to see the young man, and I can't let him bear the infatuation of killing women. I'll bear this infatuation."

Bang! Wang Yun aimed at Wang Wenyan's eyebrows and pulled the trigger!

The moment the trigger was pulled, Wang Wenyan wanted to turn into black smoke again to avoid the ballistic, but Wang Yun was prepared, and the air around him squeezed over in an instant, making Wang Wenyan unable to move.

After one shot, blood oozed out of the wound between Wang Wenyan's eyebrows and fell to the ground.

In order to prevent accidents, Wang Yun even shot two more times in the heart. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief and sat on the ground and gasped after confirming that the other party was completely dead.

He opened his communication channel to report: "The young marshal has shot Wang Wenyan dead."

...

A 180-man assault column was crossing the Iron Crown Avenue in Ghent City. Every time the Northwest Army soldiers with guns and nuclear bombs advanced for a distance, they must ensure the fire blockade angle in the team and be able to deal with any sudden risks.

All soldiers held the automatic rifle they were carrying tightly, held the gun body with their left hand, and pulled the trigger with their right hand at any time.

In each assault column, twelve people were equipped with 40 grenade launchers as fire support teams.

Once they are intercepted by large-scale cavalry or in a tough battle, they must respond quickly to clear obstacles for the assault column.

The soldiers were wearing Kelav bulletproof vests, each with steel plate embedded in it, and a 178 Fortress Standard pistol was inserted into the gun holster on the outside of the thigh, and even a spare pistol was placed under the ribs next to the bulletproof vest.

This time, the troops brought by the Black Fox from Barrier No. 144 were armed to the teeth.

"Safety."

"Safety."

"Safety."

"Safety."

As the assault column continued to advance, the voices of soldiers in front continued to be transmitted from the communication channel.

On the roofs of buildings on both sides of the street, dozens of Tudor archers quietly pulled the bowstrings, and they silently poked their heads out of the roof.

As a result, before they could aim, several soldiers from the assault column in the street discovered them in advance and fired a series of point shots.

The sound of dada was crisp and decisive, and the powerful firepower suppressed and forced all the archers back.

Because the opponent retracted the roof and was no longer at the shooting angle, the gunfire of the assault column could not penetrate the roof for a while.

"T4 is on the wall, T3 is on the bridge," the company commander in the communication channel said coldly.

Five soldiers flashed out from the assault column. They put their guns behind their backs, and each of them had two comrades who built a "bridge" with their hands.

The moment they stepped on the bridge, two teammates who built the bridge suddenly exerted force and threw him towards the roof.

Five T4 soldiers rushed to the roof like birds with huge reaction forces. The people were still in the air, and they had already pulled out pistols from between their legs and shot them.

Following closely behind, several ordinary soldiers, more than 20 people climbed the roof and began to thoroughly clean the enemy, resolutely leaving no blind spots.

A rushing scream and scream erupted from the rooftop, and then fell back into silence.

"Roof safety," said a t4.

It has to be said that it is definitely a wise move for Ren Xiaosu to make p5092 turn back the remaining fire.

One-third of this army of tens of thousands of people are T3, and there are even a large number of T4 and T5 fighters.
To be continued...