No matter how reluctant Dimer was, the current situation was completely out of his control.

After several months of war, the Howling Legion eventually left behind more than 100,000 bodies and completely withdrew from the ruins of the Prague Fortress.

For Yulan, commander of the Garland Legion, such victory came suddenly and hard. For several months, the soldiers of his own side in the ruins of the Prague Fortress have also reached an astronomical number.

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Dimer's Mauser Infantry Corps collapsed thousands of miles, and both cities were recovered by the Garland Legion.

However, the third city is close to the sunset plain.

Before organizing the plain battlefield, Dimer ordered his most elite soldiers to be here to hold the rapid advance of the Garland Legion.

Raising the magic crystal cannon to bombard, or starting the "Iron Lion" to crush everywhere, or holding the Mauser crossbow and shooting everywhere, is the most admired thing in the eyes of those who value firepower, but snipers who hide in the dark shadows and silently take human life are even walking and killing, panic ghosts!

Garland blocker often needs to pay one of his own to block a Mauser blocker, exposing the life of the target's blocker. The accuracy of the Mauser step crossbow is better than Garland step crossbow.

The biggest enemy of the blocker is the enemy blocker, and the firing time of the blocking step crossbow is only 0.022 seconds.

After 0.022 seconds, either your bullet pierces the enemy's eyebrows, or your enemy's bullets take away your soul. There is nothing to do - behind the crosshairs is the gate of death.

Belanger sat on a small lawn in the camp outside the city and carefully wiped the Garland blocking crossbow in his hand.

At this moment, the Garland blocking crossbow lying in his hand looked like the entire blocking crossbow was more than three feet long and the gun-shaped lines were also very smooth.

The shiny black barrel makes its owner look very calm and cold. The delicate and smooth wooden gun body feels comfortable to touch.

In Berlanger's eyes, he felt that this Garland blocking crossbow was his most loyal brother. He might be born a blocker. He wandered on the edge of the dark trembling battlefield, and reaped the lives of one enemy after another through a distance and behind the crosshairs.

Sometimes, Berlanger feels that he is the god of death who reaps life everywhere on the battlefield.

Deep in his heart, he regarded the Garland blocking crossbow in his hand as the sickle of the god of death and as part of his life. As the most outstanding blocker of the Garland Legion, Berange and his blocking crossbow left many stories on the battlefield.

"Ah! Ah————"

Berlanger frowned slightly, and there was another scream. On the stretcher was carrying a wounded Garland soldier and exited from the city ahead where street fighting was taking place.

If Berlanger remembers correctly, this is what he saw with his own eyes today. All the wounded were the same, all the crotch and bloodstained under him.

All the Garland infantrymen who were similar to the wounds would slowly die in howling and suffering. It has to be said that this torture method was disgraceful to Berange and successfully aroused his hatred for the evil strikers.

Berlanger was slowly rubbing the Garland blocking crossbow, and the sunset gave the gun a layer of dark red light, just like the old blood.

He has seen too much blood over the years.

From a place not far ahead, the smoke-ridden city came from the city where the sound of gunfire was tight and sparse. The established Garland troops were fighting fire with the enemy.

"It's probably my turn to go to the battlefield tomorrow?"

He looked at the Garland blocking crossbow that was standing beside him. The three-foot-long gun body seemed free and calm in the humid and hot air. He rubbed silently until the color of the gun body changed from dark red to iron black.

——The dusk is getting dark.

He stood up and walked towards the barracks. He looked at the night sky in the northeast, which was the direction of the empire.

When he returned to the barracks, he saw the guards in the brigade. He was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it.

"A good blocker can have insight into everything even in the night."

In the dark side, Berange pressed five bullets into the bullet bay. During this process, he glanced at the outskirts of his eyes and found that there were a small group of people standing on the side of the shooting range.

It seemed like a team of guards surrounded several imperial officers.

"You are Berlanger, the number one blocker of the Garland Independence Legion?"

With a serious question, Belanger turned around and saw the shiny golden A-emblem logo at first glance. "Are you wrong? This is actually a legion commander-level figure."

Berlanger replied with his chest straight, "Yes, General!"

"Very good. I am General Zhurong Xianli. Mingtian, I will personally lead the 20,000 infantry regiment to attack the enemy, and you will be by my side."

Looking at the legion commander's back as he left, Belanger smacked his tongue, General Zhurong's first power? The follower of the God of War, a legendary figure...

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The originally tall and wide sky was shrouded in a cloud, and the vague raindrops fell on the still sleeping land. They disappeared into the cold mist.

On this cold and windy morning, another day of madness and darkness began.

"Today, we must take down the city ahead. Soldiers, start attacking, the God of War is watching us!"

As General Zhurong's inspiring voice resounded throughout the camp, 20,000 Garland infantrymen, carrying studs and ammunition, spread like crazy, and rushed towards the city where smoke was still emitting thick smoke in front.

"kill!"

The large-scale group charge caused every Garland infantry to surge in blood and completely put life and death out of the way. They roared loudly through the open land covered by magic crystal cannons.

Rumble———

Under the sky, it was pitch black like a rainstorm, and the shells cast blue or gray light in all directions.

In the entire visible world of Berlanger, everything from one end to another is shaking, sinking, melting, and the infinite and vast space is shaking like the sea.

Fortunately, under this blind fire, only a few Garland infantry were killed.

Following General Zhurong's first power, Belanger and other teams of blockers all entered the street battle that turned into ruins.

"Note, the enemy stronghold ahead."

Corpse and ruins flew away from Berlanger's perspective. The shelling became increasingly dense and accurate.

Hearing the general's reminder, Berange pressed tightly against the side wall of a building. The dirt splashed when the shell exploded continuously hit the helmet on his head. The forced air waves continued to surge in his ears and hit his chest at the same time, making him feel breathless.

Bang!—————

A shell fell nearby, and the two walls beside Berange were like very soft wet soil, which seemed to have been melted and collapsed one after another.

The situation today is very different.

There were a large number of magic crystal cannons behind the enemy. The large and small smoke balls aroused by the shells instantly swallowed up hundreds of Garland soldiers.

Not to mention the new recruits who have returned to the battlefield for the first time, even those veterans who have experienced battle formations and veterans like Berlanger have never encountered such a scene like today.

"Be careful, Berlanger!"

General Zhu Rong had the first force, buried his head very low, and focused on distinguishing the howling sound of the shells. In addition to the sound of the magic crystal cannon, he also heard a strange and familiar sound of shells. The power of this shell after it exploded was greater than all the types of shells he knew.

"This is the sound of a mortar, the enemy is so fast. The blocker pushes forward 100 meters. Eliminates the mortar."

The fact is so cruel, and these nails are not removed. The 20,000 Garland infantry can only be suppressed and cannot advance at all.

Hearing the general's order, a team of about 100 blockers scattered. Belanger relied on the ruins and crawled carefully. At the fiftieth meter, he found a group of mortars from the corner.

"Prepare to embrace death!"

He raised the Garland blocking crossbow in his hand. Before shooting, Belanger habitually put his right hand to his mouth and gently blew his index finger to his right hand. Then he calmly placed his index finger on the cold trigger.

This is a subconscious action that Berlanger developed during his war career.

This action made him feel relaxed and relaxed when shooting, and his fingers seemed to be more aura.

Two birds were shot and two half-kneeling gunners, their heads were in a straight line, overlapping. However, just as Berange was planning to take away the two heads, he found another group of mortars fifty meters away. At this moment, they had discovered themselves.

For the first time, a terrible thought came to his mind: "Will my life be ruined before I could fire a shot?"

There is no hesitation on the battlefield.

He pulled the trigger decisively, "Bang~~~~~~" both heads splashed blood at the same time. However, a sound of a cannon was immediately followed.

When the shooting was completed, most of Berlanger's body was buried in the soil.

The God of War protected him and was not directly hit by the shells.

Berange leaned against the almost collapsed ruins without moving. He felt as if he had fallen into a white world. There was a vast white area in front of him, but there was no sound around him.

My head seemed to be drunk, and it was hot and cold.

This situation continued until a nearby slammed Berange struggled to pull out. I don’t know how long it lasted, and I don’t know who kicked him hard, and then another kick.

"It's that king..." cursed. He finally recovered.

It was General Zhurong who was the first to do so.

The general's steel helmet disappeared, and blood flowed down his cheek from his right forehead. He waved the Garland crossbow in his hand and shouted fiercely:

"Get up quickly! The mortar was pulled out and the enemy counterattacked!"

Berange took a breath of air conditioning. He got up decisively and staggered on the outer edge of the ruins. In fact, the craters hit by the shells no longer existed, and all that was left was a half-small pit. In front and behind the pit were craters of quite regular mortars.

In ten minutes, only more than 60 of the 100 blockers who went out came back.

Now, the enemy realized that he had lost the defense of the mortar and could not continue to persist, so he simply rushed to launch a counterattack!

The strong smell of gunpowder in the air made my nose and throat hurt. Bellinger narrowed his eyes and tried hard to look into the distance.

I touched the alleys about 200 meters away, as well as the ruins and behind the sandbags. In the thick smoke of gunpowder, there were about two thousand scattered soldiers. They launched a counterattack and raid like a swarm of huddles.

The Mauser infantry was wearing white clothes and approached quickly. Soon, they could see a long bayonet hanging in front of the Mauser crossbow.

The flash of the knife's tip formed a light line that was intermittent in the attack. It was crazy, and it was lifeless, or in other words, it bravely gave its life and fought hard at the end of failure.
To be continued...