Those sent to the front line by the seven major families were not only cold weapon regiments such as crossbowmen and spear-throwing soldiers, but also a carrier-based aircraft equipped with an alienated chain crossbow that had been templated and was very familiar to Li Cang. Regardless of whether they had reached the With the strength of the skill-based powerful archers like Yectrasil, the Mirage District still has such equipment as crossbows, which makes it look particularly simple.
The spear-throwing soldiers all carry combined spears about 3 meters long and engraved with spiral blood grooves. The bows of the archers are larger than normal bows, as are the arrows. As for the crossbowmen, they carry their own Bed crossbow appeared.
These soldiers are completely different from the elite assault divisions in terms of temperament alone. They all have piercing eyes, tall bodies, ape-like backs, and wasp-like waists, with slender arms.
The number of crossbowmen and spear-throwing soldiers is almost as rare as the mage regiment, and since Li Cang accidentally destroyed a batch of the Bernstein family's inventory, all the families immediately withdrew their mage assault regiments. Just enough to make room for crossbowmen and spear-throwing soldiers.
While the long-range cold weapon regiment was quietly arranging its troops, Li Cang was under constant attack by the Guards Commandos almost the entire time.
As we all know, Mr. Cang’s wine taste is very bad.
Li Cang, who drank too much, had three major hobbies: acting as a monster, telling stories and singing, and drinking.
So what the elite members of the Guards are facing at this moment is a trash talker. After not only the cancerous physical erosion, the mental pollution of Hyakki Yakou and Spinal Gu, and the visual pollution of their own people, this group of unlucky guys are still... You have to suffer from the auditory pollution of the drunken story line that cannot be continued.
Now that he has determined that he cannot cause effective damage to this guy, the update frequency of the guards around Li Cang has become extremely fast. Basically, they just block a few times and immediately retreat to rotate personnel, but I beg for a word, but even so, they died in vain. The Burning of Isolaye and the life under the Great Wand are still measured in hundreds of people per minute. With the forum reduced to a local area network and the frequency of information update depends entirely on how many prisoners are captured, the mirage area lacks the skills to deal with Li Cang. A minimum understanding of the system
The logic of body core skills + war core skills is not unsolvable. There are many people on the forum doing this kind of research, targeted exercises and even outputting finished strategies. After reading the posts posted by some guys, Li Cang was wondering whether he should whisper or not. I'd better contact Changhe Sunset to arrange a roll call of hired killers.
In other words, if Li Cang was completely awake, and according to the various tactical levels shown in the mirage area, he would probably have no choice but to crawl around in the cesspit with Teacher Cang forever, until the population and the servants of fate were completely squeezed. Dry.
But having said that, if Li Cang is really sober, given his presumptuous nature and logical thinking, unless Lao Wang blows up the temple first, the possibility of expanding the personal conflict with Somam to directly clearing the entire mirage area on his own initiative is still very high. Very low.
But then again, the entire underlying logic of the operation of the Mirage Zone is very unsatisfactory. This situation is just like America before the disaster. The national security awareness of America, a strange economy, is obviously different from that of other countries. Similarly, normal countries believe that if you threaten me, it is an obstacle to my national security, but America believes that if you do not let me threaten you, it is an obstacle to my national security.
The seven major families in the Mirage District want to force all victims who enter here to abide by their bandit logic. This essentially conflicts with the bandit logic... er... survival logic pursued by Li Cang himself, so there is a high probability that this will happen. A fight will eventually break the dog's mind.
"When a robber meets a robber, you still play this trick. I think you guys really don't know how ugly Mr. Cang's eating looks are~"
At this moment, Lao Wang, who was in the official residence of the Clegg family in the main city, wreaking havoc on the nine clans, was feeling compassionate and inadvertently made a very accurate and appropriate evaluation.
Around him, the blood of thousands of corpses will be uncoagulated, as sticky as the tears and snot on the faces of the Clegg family's wives: "Stop fucking crying, who, you, go wash and patch them up?" Zhuang, are you crying like this because you want me to squeeze some joy out of my teeth and save your lives?"
Clegg Family Helicarrier.
Old Craig's face looked as ugly as his own mother's death.
Of course, you can't blame him, because his mother is indeed dead.
"Report, report, news came from the garrison in the main city. The main city was attacked by a black giant. All the senior officials, including the chief garrison officer, were killed in the battle. No one of the 23,000 garrison was spared. The black giant went all the way. All the way. He broke into the family mansion and disappeared."
"Mr. Lesser Clegg has organized all the remaining military and police forces to encircle and suppress the enemy. Blood flowed into the family mansion. All the men have been slaughtered. The attackers did not leave enough space for the family members to enter. Safe house time”
"Mr. Lesser is currently leading family forces drawn from other cities to trap the attackers in the family cemetery. However, the attackers are holding hundreds of women and children hostage. Mr. Lesser does not dare to attack rashly. And Mr. Clegg, you. My mother and mistress had just been brutally murdered by the attacker in front of Mr. Lesser.”
Three consecutive pieces of news directly shattered Old Clegg's energy and spirit.
For ten full minutes, Old Craig stared at the corpse of the signal soldier that had turned into a puddle of flesh and blood on the ground, saying nothing and motionless.
Inside the locked sky island complex.
Mr. Lu Xun once said: The reason why archers don't fight at close range is because they are precious. It's not that they can't fight at close range.
Reality is not a game. Using agility to shoot a bow is sheer nonsense. There is always only one main attribute of an archer, strength, strength, or fucking strength. A group of people who are strictly selected from assault divisions and air assault divisions are almost the only ones with high arms. Troops with special physical requirements such as Zhan Zhan posed a great threat to Li Cang as soon as they appeared on the scene.
The judgment of the commander of the 7 major families is completely correct. Based on the human body's self-healing mechanism and Li Cang's terrifying resilience accumulated from his long and thick blood bar, it is indeed impossible to expel long weapons, bows, arrows, spears and even carrier-based aircraft embedded in the body through the air. The alienated chain crossbow gave Li Cang a new hedgehog skin. This kind of injury would be quite explosive even on a zombie servant of fate, let alone a human.
"It works! The attack works! Continue! Don't let him move!"
"Fake, a target that even missiles can't hit, actually let the cold weapon regiment steal the show!"
"This guy can't turn into liquid and flow out, can he?"
"Stop talking nonsense, that's a human, oh, he's about to be torn into pieces, look!"
(End of chapter)
