An hour ago, the Wei Kingdom Highlands.【】

Since Zhuge Liang, the commander, broke into the war with Liu Chan, the tragic battle between the Seventh Main Force and the Black Soldier Legion has lasted for four hours.

Gu, boom!

The deadly orange flame suddenly exploded, and the high-temperature flame tongue that was enough to roast the human body, wrapped around the soldiers wearing black armor like a poisonous snake, instantly swallowing them.

With the blessing of the spell scriptures, a fireball knocked down the three black soldiers from afar, Mao Mao retracted his sore right hand holding the magic wand high and gasped.

She had never used fireball techniques so frequently. Although the magic cloak she was covered with sweat, and although she had tried her best to swing, even so, the five-digit black armored army of Wei was still as endless as an ants army, and it was impossible to kill.

The enemy soldiers were urging hard by an invisible whip, climbing over the mountain-like corpses crazily, rushing over one after another, hoping to eat them all!

"Why" amid the painful murmur, Mao Mao looked at the turbulent black tide that was about to completely subdue them. His dark eyes had lost the water spirit of the past, and replaced by despair and fear.

She was not afraid of death. She had been in the Legion for more than three years. Since the moment she became a soldier three years ago, she has been ready to sacrifice for glory!

but

Why? In my heart, the soldier's gentle smile is still so clear and real?

The girl, who was shoulder-length black, lowered her head in pain, and her pale lips trembled slightly uncontrollably.

She was unwilling to give up, and she wanted to protect him forever. Even if this relationship would never have a result, as long as these were all, it would be enough

She doesn't want to die yet!

Mao Mao raised his face suddenly, swept away the gloom of despair, and regained his firmness.

"Centurion, the enemy's offensive is getting stronger and stronger! If this continues," a magic female soldier beside her shouted. Because of excessive magic power consumption, her voice seemed very weak.

"We must not just sit there and wait for death!" Mao Mao replied firmly, while she looked around and completely entered the fierce battlefield.

In fact, it is a complete miracle that their 1,000-man troops can survive in such a huge distance between troops and forces until now.

Among them, except for the soldiers of the Seventh Main Force, all of them are well-trained and experienced warriors, the more important reason is that it is due to the "propulsion-type tactical array" designed by the commander Wang Yao; that is, the peripheral wall consists of 8 melee soldiers to resist the endless black armored army of the Wei Kingdom, while the 2 magic female soldiers are safely arranged in columns in the array, supplemented by powerful long-range magic for assistance.

The seemingly simple formation arrangement has exerted the expected tactical value. Although more than half of the melee soldiers on the periphery were killed or injured, only about 10% of the 2oo magic female soldiers in the formation were killed. As long as the magic female soldiers who were powerful output points could continuously provide long-range firepower, even if the Black Soldier Legion fought desperately, it would be difficult for them to break through the iron barrel formation of the Seventh Main Force.

However, this still won’t work!

Mao Mao, who was deeply influenced by Wang Yao's tactics, was very clear about the current situation.

No matter how strong a small army is, it has its limits. Although the most elite Yao Family Army in the army has broken through and asked for help, it is undoubtedly a very stupid act to pin your hopes on rescue and do nothing!

After a struggle of thought, Mao Mao bit his silver teeth and raised his staff in his hand and ordered: "So people obey the orders, the main attack direction will be changed, the front army will change to the rear army, slowly retreat, and we will break out of the high ground!"

As Wang Yao's left-handed hands, the appointed agent commander before the thousand-man ruled the emperor left, Mao Mao's order was equivalent to Wang Yao himself, and the soldiers of the entire Seventh Army would follow everything.

What's more, this is the only best decision at present.

However, how could the black army that could not be captured for a long time easily let go of their enemies?

"Even such a simple defense cannot be broken. A bunch of waste, go to the side and let's do it!" Like a matte, people listened to the extremely uncomfortable roar, like spring thunder blooming, suddenly resounding across the battlefield.

Mao Mao was shocked and subconsciously looked in the sound. In an instant, her delicate face turned pale.

I saw endless black tides separated from each other, and slowly walked out of the road in the middle, six tall figures surrounded by strange black fog.

They were tall and tall, more than 2 meters tall, and their bodies were covered with black armor with metallic luster. Even their faces were wearing cold masks with sharp lines. The eyes on them were flashing with strange red lights frequently. In the dark tide, they were like a ferocious beast slowly crawling out in the middle of the night, which made everyone who saw them feel terrified and frightened!

The enemy's level soldiers, and there is a whole squad!!

"Hoho, a group of dirty smelly mice, let's clean up you!" The six Wei-level soldiers smiled coldly, like the mockery of the devil in hell.

This is definitely not an exaggeration. A special existence like a class soldier who is powerful enough to match an ordinary 100-man minion army, does have arrogant capital.

Then, sure enough, six Wei-level soldiers attacked the Seventh Unit from six different directions. When they met, a gap was opened at the forefront of the troops. In an instant, the formation of Shu troops, which had been golden, showed a trend of collapse for the first time!

The level soldiers not only have a special steel armor that is invulnerable to swords and guns, but also have a magical steam jet mechanism to strengthen their own strength. Often, with one punch, they can easily swing an ordinary soldier with a shield to resist. His strength is so powerful that ordinary soldiers cannot match.

They were like evil wolves rushing into the flock of sheep, as if they were in a state of no one, invincible. Even though the soldiers of Shu Kingdom resisted, they could not stop their killing.

Seeing that the situation was in danger, a soldier holding a black sword stepped forward. With a very fast speed, he suddenly attacked a Wei-level soldier who was rushing to the forefront.

"Wow?" Wei State-level soldiers exclaimed with a hint of admiration, and then raised their steel arms disdainfully in front of the cold mask on their face.

when!

Surprisingly, the sword that was supposed to be easily taken with one arm was far from the imagination. With one sword, the Wei-level soldiers who were caught off guard staggered and took several big steps.

"What?!" Wei State-level soldiers widened their red pupils in disbelief. Although this sword failed to cause actual damage to him, as the second only to the hero, it was hard for him to imagine that there was a soldier who could cut him back with one sword!

Is this still a soldier?!

However, before the Wei State's level soldier recovered from the shock, his eyes turned dark, and another soldier holding a black sword had already jumped over his head and was slashing towards his head with the power of his whereabouts.

Bang!

Accompanied by the violent explosion, the Wei-level soldier felt that his head was hit hard by a giant hammer. Under unusual powerful force, his entire steel body flew backwards uncontrollably.

The soldiers of Wei and Shu countries around were stunned, and even the other five Wei-level soldiers were stunned. They looked at the strange scene in disbelief and the two blue-armored soldiers standing on the battlefield, holding black swords.

"Centurion Shiliang, Centurion Ono!" A soldier from Shu Kingdom cheered loudly with the names of the two soldiers.

Cooperating with Ono and the power of the Black Sword, although Shi Liang successfully cut off the Wei State's level soldiers with one sword, even so, he still looked solemn, and there was deep resentment in his eyes.

Zhuge Liang's behavior of abandoning the troops and causing them to fall into trouble made Shi Liang question and anger for the first time. What did the hero treat them as? Is the blade that was thrown away after use? Or is it a worthless ant?!

"Bastard!" He cursed quietly, and Shi Liang raised his black sword and shouted: "All members must defend their formation and break through outside the high ground!"

The other side

Eight supreme heroes from two different camps were standing on the high walls of Wei, silently overlooking the red square shaped like a meat grinder below.

In essence, as long as any of them takes action, they can instantly change their current stalemate and then end this cruel war that is inhumane.

However, none of them took action. On the contrary, they either watched the show indifferently or had expressionless expressions, allowing countless lives to disappear. It seemed that in their eyes, these lives were just two groups of insignificant ants fighting.

"I didn't expect that there was such an elite small army among our Three Kingdoms, which could even block the level soldiers created with magical mechanisms." Cao Cao slowly frowned with his hands on his back.

"Hmph, elite? For such a small army, the Tang Empire is full of people." A woman carrying a giant square hammer said arrogantly.

Cao Cao did not respond, but just smiled meaningfully. Then, he turned around and glanced at the old man who was standing beside him and was speechless.

The old man was covered in silver head and leaned on a strange long stick that looked like a beacon in the lawn. Although he was withered, he gave people a wonderful feeling of wandering around.

The bloody hero of Xiongtao and Weiwei showed a respectful look for the first time: "Teacher, I am still a little suspicious. Can this look really lead that person here?"

Facing Cao Cao's humble questioning, the old man just raised his hand slowly and stroked the thick beard that was growing to his knees under his jaw, but he still said nothing. On the other side, a short man with a strong muscle as strong as a rock spoke.

"Cao Cao, Master, he has his own plans, so you don't need to say too much. But your Wei soldiers are too useless, right? If this continues, these Shu soldiers will escape from your high ground."

The sound is low and loud, and when you hear it, it roars like a bell, carrying an undisguised sense of contempt.

A trace of coldness flashed in Cao Cao's red eyes, but it was only a moment, and this cold haze was soon hidden by him: "I understand."

The bloody hero turned around and faced his two subordinates who had been restless.

"Go and block them, and don't let any soldier go out of the high ground!"

(End of this chapter)

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