Chapter 1,327 Soldier B: We...it's best not to move anymore...

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"Damn it." Lao Wang cursed. He is not Li Laisi. Wushuang can do it. Sneaking is useless. It is easy to get down but difficult to get back up. "I should have known it would have blown up the reactor directly. Hetui didn't catch anything. Damn it." It’s unnecessary!”

"Sure enough, what I am best at is entering the room and taking advantage of the situation, being considerate and soothing the heart!"

"Sack of the ball??"

"yes!"

Lao Wang, who had attained enlightenment in Longchang, weighed the relics in his hands and showed a radiant and passionate smile. His whole body almost glowed: All the girls and daughters-in-law who have been oppressed by the evil semi-feudal and semi-capitalist forces, what the hell are you doing? coming!

When Master Wang put his two legs on the battlefield and dug out a long dragon of dust, several mercenaries in the mirage area happened to be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of this disheveled guy running in the opposite direction from the enemy and escaping. back view.

"Brothers, something is wrong. How about we evacuate secretly?"

"You treat yourself too much like a dish, watching others poop and scratch you, don't you? Do you really think that the supervising team behind you are just decorations?"

"The clothes are all gone, and it looks like he has just been resurrected. Those who have such life-saving tools and dare to be deserters must be those connected with the landlords. We, my minions, don't think about those who have it and don't have it. We are lucky to survive." It’s not unlucky to die, at least Mr. Bernstein never loses the pension of our wife and children because of his soldiers’ blood!”

"If I survive today, the bottle of mountain ginseng wine I treasure will be with everyone -"

"Come on, come on, you should rest. You've said it eight hundred times, Che Zulu. I haven't even seen what the damn wine bottle looks like. Otherwise, you kid can just fucking kill the ball. I'll pick one later." Go and have a drink with your wife under the stars and the moon tonight!"

"Hahaha!"

A small team of more than a dozen people fought and fought. Servants of Destiny and armored units huddled together on the outside, moving at a turtle's speed in the black and black Ergouzi group with no other colors visible at all.

They are just low-level mercenaries who exchange their lives for money to fight workers and poor people who have been separated from the large army. Regardless of their personal strength, equipment, fighting will, or the quality of fate's servants, they are no better than the personal guards and formal soldiers of the 7 major families. On the same level, they are the kind of twin tyrants who can lay off a group of people with one shot.

But what's very lucky is that there are almost no scary things like the Gemini Tyrants and the Four Dogs in the corner where they are. The only black and boundless things that can be seen are No. 1 and 2.

This one is good enough!

Facing the violent dog tide, more than a dozen people were struggling like ants on a rainy day. Then, suddenly everything in front of them was empty, and they saw only a not-so-tall feline beast with a head that exploded like a sea urchin. The dreadlocked man was biting a six-winged weasel beast that was only qualified to be equipped by the Guards Battalion of the Air Assault Division while letting out a low growl to protect his food, while his huge and dangerous eyes squinted at them.

"help me"

The guards of the Guards Battalion with the eye-catching armor markings under the feet of the feline beast made intermittent sounds.

The faces of more than a dozen people turned the color of pig liver and gradually turned green.

They have no way of knowing the quality of the personal guards trained by the 7 big families as their own sons. In short, let's forget about it. The six-winged weasel alone can kill dozens of minions like them as easily as tearing a spicy stick!

save?

Shall we save your head?

When the guards saw this group of people actually sneaking away, their bloodshot eyes turned even redder after being stepped on, and they burst out with deep-seated hatred: "You... this group"

puff!

Under the sharp claws of the feline beast, the guard's legs and chest were trampled and exploded. Several fragmented intestines spurted out and rolled all over the ground. The feline beast picked up the guard's dead head and twisted it completely. He turned around and faced them, seeming to have taken an attack stance.

"Excuse me."

More than a dozen people moved silently, moved, moved, moving quietly like ghost crabs in an old castle.

"Buck. I think I peed my pants."

"Shh!"

"Ju, you didn't eat us, my bottle of mountain ginseng wine."

"Shut up!"

After moving more than two hundred meters, more than a dozen people showed expressions of relief under the new wave of dog sea.

"Then what the hell is this? A personal guard! A personal guard riding a six-winged weasel! Just one kick. One kick." A person gestured in shock: "Puff, he died? Dead?" Got fucking stomped to death?”

"Maybe it's something from that guy's side!"

"Don't worry about what this thing is. Even the standard servants of destiny are frightened by us. Why don't we just run away when we encounter something different like this?"

"Go quickly, go quickly, find a large force, preferably a small one from the armored division or assault division -"

There was no sound for a moment.

A group of people were horrified to find that the companion who had just spoken had turned into more than a dozen neat fragments and piled up next to a small white skeleton that was as tall as Mish.

The little skeleton has big hands and feet and a huge head, but its body is extremely compact, like a Q version of an animated character, with pure white flames burning in its eye sockets. Now it is looking at them with its head tilted, and it even looks a little bit cute. .

Boom~

In the far distance, a heavy hammer connected to a chain hit the ground, causing an explosion of holy flames. Mixed in the flames were countless comrades from the 7th Army, like apples in the wind, without the ability to resist.

The little skeleton seemed to have sensed something. He left the living person behind and turned away. He slammed into their only giant armored servant of destiny, drilling a hole in the third-stage gigantic and alienated heavy-armored zombie together with the armor. He grabbed one of its legs and dragged it forcefully into the sea of ​​​​dogs. The speed was sometimes faster and sometimes slower, and it got stuck one after another.

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

Just like this, silently and arduously drifting in the sea of ​​dogs, an unusually neat array of heavily armored zombies appeared in front of them. There were about a thousand of them. They were neither high nor low in level. They were only in the second stage. However, they were all wearing uniforms. They were wearing thick armor, with solemn expressions and uniform steps. At the head of the group were three blond and blue-eyed leaders.

"This thing"

"Let's go! Leave it alone! Leave it alone! As long as they don't come for us."

"Isn't this armor structure a bit like those prayer-class tanks in the armored division that have removed their external reactive armor?"

"In my fucking life, this is the first time I've seen a living body covered in reactive armor!"

Already completely numb.

One guy swallowed hard, and the bitter smile on his face was more uncomfortable than crying: "I think it's best for us not to move anymore. If we continue to move forward, we might encounter something else. .”

What kind of bullshit luck?

Did you go out without reading the almanac or praying properly?

Do I have to walk directly to that guy's face if I go forward?

(End of chapter)