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On Hope Street in Banluo City, black leather bags filled with sand were piled up to form roadblocks.
These black leather bag roadblocks were connected to the central trench and were mainly used to prevent federal troops from sneaking into the rear of the brown rebels.
Several militiamen wearing brown vests hid behind black leather bags. They drank beer and talked about the incredible things that happened today.
"Have you heard that five thousand-man regiments surrounded and suppressed three enemy generals, only for them to escape unscathed? This is really fucked up." said a civilian soldier with a big nose.
"I just said that there must be very powerful magicians in the federal army. The victory we have now is just because the federal army did not respond in time. Alas, I was really confused for a moment. Why did I jump in? If we lose, I guess there won’t even be a place for people like us.”
"There are still a few hours. When the fight breaks out, let's hide in one place."
Several militiamen were talking quietly. At this time, they suddenly heard the sound of someone stepping on the glass.
"Who?" The big-nosed militiaman immediately turned his head.
"Tourists, we are tourists from Asia. We want to go through here. Our embassy is over there." Mo Fan showed a very honest-looking smile.
"How long has this war been going on? You haven't gotten out yet. You still have four hours to wander around the streets like this. I'll make sure you die without any body parts!" the big-nosed militiamen cursed.
"Aren't we afraid of death? Let the elder brothers work together and let us pass," Mo Fan said.
At this time, another sturdy militiaman who was drinking beer stood up. He looked drunk, and he didn't know how much wine he drank. He looked very irritable.
"Let them pass casually? What if they are from the federal army?" said the drunken militiaman.
Mu Bai stood behind Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan. The two of them were pretending to be ordinary suffering citizens. If he saw something was wrong, Mu Bai would take action immediately.
In order to prevent them from informing the military camp, Mu Bai would basically not show mercy at this time.
After all, this is a war zone, and being soft-hearted will only bring him more trouble.
"Hey, they are just a few young people, why bother to make things difficult for others. Young man, hurry up and leave. From now on, you will stop visiting countries like ours with a lot of right and wrong. Wouldn't it be good to travel to Europe?" The big-nosed militiaman looked very worried. kind.
"Europe is not peaceful either." Zhao Manyan said more.
"Then stay in your own country. Are you Chinese or Japanese? No matter where you are, they are better than us. Go back quickly, go back quickly." The big-nosed militiaman said.
When he said these words, he had already asked several other brothers to remove the obstacles and let the three Mo Fan pass.
The drunkard refused to give up and stood in front of the three of them.
"I hate this kind of Asian pretty face the most. My woman was toyed with by a rich Japanese. She came back to me with the pregnancy report, and I sold her directly to a prostitution den." The drunken militiaman screwed Zhao Manyan. The collar of his clothes was filled with the smell of alcohol spraying on Zhao Manyan's face.
"Okay!!" The big-nosed militiaman pushed the drunken man away and said impatiently, "Can you blame others for what happened directly to you? You were killing people for no reason before, and now you want to do it again If you embarrass a few unrelated young people, who are in their forties, and don't do anything serious, can you blame your woman for running away with someone else?"
The drunken militiaman got up and stared at the big-nosed militiaman with great annoyance.
"Why, you still want to attack me? I am the captain of the militia team after all. Until we lose this battle, I will be your boss. Show me some respect." The big-nosed militiaman said in a tough tone.
"Hmph, militiamen, to put it bluntly, you are just cannon fodder. You really think highly of yourself." The drunk man finally suppressed it, but his eyes were more vicious when looking at Zhao Manyan and others.
The big-nosed militia captain waved his hand and let the three of them pass directly through the roadblock.
Mo Fan quickly thanked him.
"Be careful along the way. Although we started this war first, the federal army is not a good thing." The big-nosed militia warned them.
"Uncle, thank you so much."
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After walking out of the roadblock, the three of them immediately found a building and hid in the back kitchen of a restaurant.
"There are still many good people in this world." Zhao Manyan sighed sincerely.
He untied the clothes wrapped around the outside of his arm, and blood suddenly poured out from the wound under his arm uncontrollably.
All three of them had injuries of varying degrees. The defense of the armor and shield magic equipment was not absolute. Zhao Manyan's arm was scratched by the wind gear of the Wind Battleship.
There were traces of being burned by the sun on Mu Bai's back, and his entire back looked as if he had been tortured with a hoof of fire.
Mo Fan has more injuries, big and small, but his physique is much stronger than the two of them and he recovers faster. Apart from being tired from frequent use of thunder magic, there are no major problems overall.
The three of them finally escaped from the horrific siege by the military camp group. Considering their current situation, they did not dare to move forward.
They chose to withdraw from the Brown Army's territory first and go to the other side of the city.
The Brown Army soldiers were still sending troops to search along the streets. They did not dare to use magic to kill soldiers blocking the way easily, so they simply disguised themselves as ordinary people.
Fortunately, I met a more conscientious brown militia captain, otherwise it would have easily attracted a large number of brown legionnaires, and there would have been no chance to breathe.
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"What should we do now? The brown army has occupied the western half of the city. Even if we go out of the city, we will still encounter their trenches and roadblocks. There are too many of them!" Zhao Manyan said.
"In four hours, the federal army will attack. It seems that we can only use the counterattack of the federal army to reach the Jehol camp," Mo Fan said.
"Are you kidding? The two sides are fighting, and the three of us trapped in it are no different from ants. That's tens of thousands of people versus tens of thousands of people, all of whom are magicians!" Zhao Manyan said.
"If you include the militiamen, the number may be nearly one hundred thousand." Mu Bai corrected.
Zhu Meng was right what he said before.
This place will become a national war zone, and the scale will rise to an extremely terrifying level.
A super-level mage can defeat a hundred, or even a thousand, but can he face an army of tens of thousands of mages?
Taking their experience not long ago, there were only about 6,000 people there, but the three of them were almost sent to the coffin.
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