Zhan Pickles was shocked and hurriedly raised the ax in his hand to block.
With a sound of "Cang!", the sword blade struck the heavy axe, like a broken gong that was struck hard, making a buzzing sound. The pickle body froze, and the hand holding the ax trembled slightly, although the block was successful.
But it doesn’t seem to be pleasant to dip into pickles.
The blow was not heavy, Lin Jingran frowned slightly, and at the same time, he flipped his wrist and stabbed out a sharp cone of frost from the blade of the sword. Zhan Pickle was first shocked, and then despaired, because with his reaction ability, it was too late to cancel the defensive posture at this time.
The frost cone penetrated directly through the ax body and penetrated into Zhan Pickle's chest, causing blood to fly out. Zhan Pickle was hit hard and a large damage number appeared on his forehead, and his blood and energy were almost completely drained.
Zhan Pickle's face turned pale with fright. He hurriedly threw a flying ax as a cover, and his body quickly fell backwards and rolled directly into the moat.
Unexpectedly, Lin Jingran was still carrying the Water God's Boots that I had lent her before. In the flash of lightning, Lin Jingran had already finished changing her clothes, and was walking directly on the waves, holding up her sword and pursuing her into the river.
The pickles were in the water, which was very inconvenient, but Lin Jingran was walking on the water as if on flat ground. The gap between the two sides can be imagined. The pickles had just gotten into the water, and he took out a red pill before he could put it in his mouth.
Lin Jingran had quickly reached the top of his head, and stepped directly into the river that was already stained red with blood. For a moment, the red waves rolled, and the pickled cabbage let out a scream and sank directly to the bottom of the river - dead!
It's a long story. In fact, it only lasted five or six seconds from the time Lin Jingran jumped off the city wall to the time he died with pickles. My voice still echoed above the city wall, but the battle below was over.
I was so depressed that I glared at Lin Jingran at the bottom of the city and said, "How can you steal my target?"
Lin Ziran snorted and said disapprovingly: "You are so verbose, who can blame you?"
Zhan Jiancai was able to reach the top 16 of the Xinguang Cup offline. She is not weak. However, in Lin Jieran's hands, she couldn't even hold it for ten seconds. Although there is luck in this, the strength of the beautiful swordsman cannot be tolerated.
ignored.
The surrounding players who witnessed the whole process of Lin Jingran killing Zhan Pickles were shocked and speechless, and could not recover for a long time.
After a long time, the leader of a small guild finally woke up from his extremely shocked expression and murmured: "The First Swordsman is indeed invincible alone. This battle is impossible to win."
After saying that, he immediately took his guild members out of the battle, and in front of everyone, they took out the scrolls to return to the city, crushed them and returned to the city.
Their withdrawal also affected the morale of some other people present. Then, two or three small guilds reluctantly charged for a while. As a result, they could not even get close to the city wall, so they decisively quit the battle and returned to the city.
However, there are only a few people who have self-awareness after all. Most guilds are still unwilling to give up hope and are still gritting their teeth and persisting. There is no way, the temptation of the guild territory is too great, big enough to make everyone crazy about it.
Even if there is only 0.01% hope, there are still people who are willing to fight for it until they fail.
I admire those guild leaders who can remain calm and know how to advance or retreat in the face of huge temptations, but I have to say that if it were me, it would be very difficult for me to give up like this.
The withdrawal of a small number of people did not prevent more people from launching waves of attacks on our territory. In less than an hour, we repelled the enemy's attacks at least ten times in a row.
Equipment and potions were spread all over the fields, and even the bottom of the moat was filled with all kinds of equipment and potions, so much so that the water had already overflowed the river bank and reached the roots of the city wall.
"If this continues, the moat will be filled up by them." Lin Jingran said with his hand on the hilt of his sword, looking at the large number of players who were ready to move not far away.
The real battle has not yet begun. Guilds such as War Emperor Palace, Lingyan Pavilion, and Wolf Cave are still maintaining a wait-and-see attitude. If we lose the defensive barrier of the moat so soon, our next battle will become more difficult.
"Then take the initiative to kill them and prevent them from getting close to the moat." I said.
"This method is feasible." Lin Jieran, Pi Tangzhang, Yu Jianxunxiang and other core guild managers expressed their support.
So I pointed my spear forward again and said loudly: "Open the city gate, everyone follow me and fight out."
After receiving the order, the knights who had already had enough energy immediately cheered up. They stood up from the ground and drew six-pointed star formations in front of them to summon their mounts.
The next moment, the city gate opened, and a large number of cavalry followed Lin Jingran and I as we filed out of the city.
Riding on the green wolf, the Waning Moon Dragon Cavalry pointed at the players opposite and laughed loudly: "Boys, we are out again. Just stand there, don't move and prepare to die. Hahaha!"
The players on the opposite side were furious and immediately organized a cavalry phalanx to charge us again.
I rode my yellow sheep mount and shouted loudly to the more than 8,000 cavalrymen behind me: "Brothers, if we can keep the territory, we will be able to enjoy the food and drink well. If the territory is lost, the guild will not be able to issue benefits in the future. Please invite women."
My friends don’t even have money to eat barbecue, so if you want to live a good life, then work hard with me.”
This is also a morale-boosting quote that I copied from my previous foreman. Of course, what our foreman said at the time was more explicit. What he said was that if we couldn’t keep the construction site, we wouldn’t be able to pay wages, and our wives wouldn’t even be allowed to go to the kang when they returned home. Our previous foreman
He is a Northeastern man.
The words are crude but not crude. After playing the game for so long, everyone knows that what I am telling the truth is true, so they are all deeply encouraged. They howl and urge their mounts to charge towards the players on the opposite side.
Yellow Sheep was the fastest, and the next moment I was the first to collide fiercely with a knight of the opponent's guild commander level. Although the commander of the small guild already had considerable strength, he was completely incompetent in terms of strength.
To contend with me, the steel-needle porcupine mount he was sitting on was hit hard by the horn blade of the yellow sheep. With a sound of "Ouch!", he stepped back three or four steps in succession. A stun icon appeared on his forehead, and he was decisively stunned.
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I raised my gun and lowered it, and a blast of fire directly knocked out more than half of his health.
"Damn! Protect the boss." Another knight next to the opponent exclaimed, holding his shield and stabbing directly at him.
"Die!" I shouted, and knocked him back with a whirlwind slash. Then I stabbed the pear blossom randomly, instantly covering seven or eight surrounding targets, including the two knights, under the light of the spear.
A series of damage figures floated up, and seven or eight knights turned into white light and died, leaving a huge gap in front of me.
How could I be polite to them? I just urged the yellow sheep to kill them through the gap left by those knights.
Behind us, Lin Jingran followed us with the Sword of the Sky. With a flick of his wrist, he struck out with a 40-meter-long sword energy that directly killed the enemies in the line in front of us, opening a path for us in the enemy crowd.
Yujian Xunxiang rode the Icefield White Tiger mount and then felt that the Green Dragon Slash knocked the opponent off his back. Zhou Bing took advantage of the situation and charged in with his double axe. The knights from the small and medium-sized guilds could not get close to him as the double axes rotated.
The main forces such as the Waning Moon Dragon Riders, Alone in the End of the World, Yun Yun, and Murong Tianqing each showed off their strongest attacks in front of the enemy formation, killing the players from small and medium-sized guilds to the point where they cried for their fathers and mothers.
We were like a sharp knife stabbing into the enemy's heart, quickly opening up the situation for the thousands of brothers behind us. No one in the small and medium-sized guild camps could match our sharpness. Even masters like Zhan Pickles were beaten by Lin.
If we kill Lonely, how can ordinary players be our opponents?
After several back and forth attacks, those small and medium-sized guilds that were ambitious before immediately collapsed, leaving corpses on the ground and fleeing in confusion.
In order to prevent being ambushed and defeated by the enemies hiding in the dark, I immediately restrained my cavalry not to chase the enemies who were fleeing, and gathered everyone together again to cover each other and return to the city.
Don't be greedy for success, but know how to accept it when it's good. This is what a qualified commander should do.
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Over and over again, the war of attrition between us and those small and medium-sized guilds has been going on for more than five hours without realizing it. We have killed less than countless players from small and medium-sized guilds, but our losses are very small. After counting, from the beginning of the battle until now, the number of players in the battle has been very small.
The damage has not reached 15%, and we cannot find out the situation at Xiaolong. This means that after such a long fight, there are still no less than 80,000 people in the city responsible for defending the city.
Over at the War Emperor Palace, Wang Xuan couldn't sit still. He finally realized that it seemed unrealistic to rely on the constant attacks of small and medium-sized guilds to consume our vitality. The first-line players who pointed their swords at the world were too strong. Those small and medium-sized guilds
It is difficult to achieve anything in front of us.
After recognizing the reality, Wang Xuan finally decided not to wait any longer, and immediately gathered the two major guilds, Ba Long and Lingyan Pavilion, to launch a fierce attack on us.
The rumbling sound of iron hoisting shook the earth, and the iron hooves of the cavalry crushed the perennial frost on the ice field, raising up streaks of white smoke and dust. The three guilds of Zhanhuang Palace, Balong, and Lingyan Pavilion filled the mountains and fields with tens of thousands of people.
Come.
My heart is filled with excitement, and the real battle is finally about to begin.
As the sound of iron hooves gradually approached, and the smoke cleared, we finally saw the true colors of the three major guild cavalry camps. The Tyrant Dragon Guild is still dominated by the Corrupted Armor Earth Dragon Cavalry, while the Lingyan Pavilion has basically replaced them with the cavalry camps of higher levels.
The tall steel needle porcupine mount, and the mounts equipped by the main knights of the War Emperor Palace are mostly black tiger mounts with similar attributes to the green wolf mounts we equip in large quantities.
However, these are not the most important things. What is important is that almost every knight carries a heavy bag on their shoulders.
An arrow whizzed through the air and hit the pocket on the shoulder of one of the knights. The tail of the arrow swayed and fell to the ground, and sand and gravel spilled out from the hole in the pocket. The three guild knights were actually carrying something on their shoulders.
Yes - sandbags!
"Are they planning to fight floods and provide disaster relief?" Wan Xia looked at the knights from the three major guilds and asked in confusion.
