The helmets of those Eternal Night heavy armor warriors are of excellent quality and are not afraid of ordinary gunpowder weapons and shrapnel. They can only be blasted with force bombs, leaving no room for trickery. But even senior officers have a limited number of force bombs they can use.
Taken together, the actual combat power of these heavily armored warriors is astonishing. A group of ten can compete with the Empire's generals. Regardless of their individual or battle strength, they are not inferior to elite legions such as the Empire's Red Scorpions and Winged Angels.
No wonder Zhao Jundu and Song Zining wanted to go into battle in person. Qianye used a sniper rifle to hunt down powerful men, which actually cost a lot of money.
The truly powerful members of the Eternal Night Legion have not yet moved, and have not really exerted their strength.
But after Qianye, Zhao Jundu and Song Zining went out to fight with all their strength in person, the battle losses of the legions directly under the parliament began to rise sharply.
Teague couldn't help it again and said: "Sir Doyle, this is a force directly under the parliament. If you die like this, I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain when you go back, right?"
Doyle said calmly: "How you explain it is my business, Lord Teague doesn't have to worry about it."
"Okay." Having said this, Teague said no more.
Doyle stood quietly, watching the fighting in Baicheng. He watched this for an hour.
A whole hour of continuous fighting, even the werewolves and vampires who were known for their physical strength couldn't bear it. I really don't know how those human mercenaries and Zhao clan warriors persisted.
Doyle suddenly asked: "How many more of them are there?"
A werewolf elder said: "According to my observation, there are only a thousand ordinary warriors in the city."
Doyle nodded slowly and said: "That's right. The so-called Empire Twin Stars must have consumed a lot of Force power. Let's rest and continue the attack after half a day."
Doyle did not wait long, as the second batch of transport ships roared in. He immediately overturned his previous order to rest for half a day, mixed the troops with the newly arrived reinforcements, and attacked Baicheng again. And this time, Doyle sent the troops for the first time.
A powerful count-level warrior joined the battle, and was led by a werewolf marquis.
And he and Teague also moved the headquarters forward, less than a thousand meters away from Baicheng. At this distance, it was close to the edge of the theoretical range of high-level sniper rifles. The sniper only needed to sneak a short distance to
can pose a threat.
The attack started again, less than an hour after Yongye's army had just retreated.
The battle reached a climax from the beginning. The joining of many fresh troops and strong men made this attack even more powerful than before. In the blink of an eye, several groups of attacking troops rushed to the center of the city one after another, intertwined with each other, and began the most brutal and bloody street fighting.
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Numerous viscounts and earls were massacred against ordinary mercenaries. This time, they immediately forced Zhao Jundu and Song Zining to intercept, while Qianye wandered around the battlefield, sniping and killing the powerful ones from time to time.
The werewolf Marquis responsible for holding down the formation couldn't hold back his anger, let out a long roar, and rushed towards Zhao Jundu. Zhao Jundu's expression remained unchanged, and he held his sword to face the enemy. A green stream of light appeared in his hand, leaving patches of splendor in the air.
Zhao Jundu's sword moves were mediocre, they were simple cuts, stabs, and cuts, but the werewolf Marquis couldn't dodge, and blood spattered continuously on his body.
As a marquis, the werewolf is extremely ferocious, his attacks are like lightning, and he weighs more than mountains. Most of the ruins of Baicheng are now connected to the foundation, which are all made of hard rock. But as long as he is struck by his sharp claws, they will immediately explode into stone powder.
After a battle, there was a tendency to dig three feet into the ground.
Werewolves are known for their agility, and they have a racial talent for close combat. Even the powerful spider demons are often no match for werewolves of the same level in close combat, and their skills are always inferior.
But Zhao Jundu only moved forward and backward within a few meters, easily dodging the werewolf Marquis's violent attack.
Sometimes he would only avoid the most powerful part of the Werewolf Marquis's attack. When the aftermath hit him, he would see a flash of purple light and remove most of the power, leaving only a few scratches on Zhao Jundu's armor. But as long as Zhao Jundu chooses If he takes part of the offensive forcefully, the sword in his hand will leave a wound on the Werewolf Marquis.
These wounds may be deep or shallow. The high-level battle armor on the Werewolf Marquis cannot block Zhao Jundu's sword at all. As for the fur, needless to say, only the defense formed by the dark force can prevent the sword from penetrating further.
Although the two exchanged dozens of back and forth, the actual time was only a few breaths, and the Werewolf Marquis had more than ten large and small wounds on his body. Each of these wounds broke the defense, but they were not serious, and the pain made it worse. He became furious and attacked more ferociously.
In the battle between the werewolf Marquis and Zhao Jundu, ordinary powerful men with nobility could not intervene. Several viscounts consciously stood on the periphery to prevent the strong men from the human race from raiding. Only one earl relied on his combat power and kept an eye on Dandan in the inner circle, trying to find him. Chance.
Zhao Jundu, who had been fighting steadily, suddenly shouted, and four purple qi formed pillars and scattered in all directions. The town was sealed in all directions!
All the movements of the strong men in the field were stagnant. The werewolf Marquis who had been attacking crazily was suddenly startled. When his attack slowed down a little, Zhao Jundu suddenly retreated, and the green light of the long sword in his hand was so bright that it was almost blinding!
The werewolf count who was looking for an opportunity in the inner circle suddenly let out a long scream, and one of his arms flew into the sky! He jumped and escaped dozens of meters away in an instant.
All the werewolf viscounts were looking at the long line of blood in the air, which was the blood spilled by the count when he escaped. What kind of injury would it take to spur out so much blood?
The werewolf Earl, who had slowed down unknowingly, lowered his head and found a wound on his heart. It was originally an ordinary sword wound, but he ran away with all his strength. With all his strength, his heart had exploded, and the small wound exploded to the size of a bowl. .
But even he himself didn't know when the sword was struck in his chest.
Zhao Jundu didn't even look at the werewolf count, but smiled at the marquis and said, "Come again."
At this moment, he has closed down the field and has turned into the young man just now who seems to have no outstanding advantages except for his good looks.
However, the fighting spirit of the werewolf Marquis has been extinguished. The two were fighting fiercely, and the Marquis was about to enter a violent state, but Zhao Jundu killed an earl in front of him, as easy as picking something out of a bag. It wasn't until the Bafang Fengzhi came out that the Marquis realized that Zhao Jundu had never used his full strength at all.
But Doyle and Teague were watching the battle not far away. The pride in the ancient werewolf bloodline rekindled his fighting spirit. Instead of retreating, he let out a low roar and rushed towards Zhao Jundu again.
The long sword in Zhao Jundu's hand flashed with light, and another wound appeared on the werewolf Marquis's arm.
The situation is obvious. If the fight continues like this, the Marquis will be beaten to death by Zhao Jundu sooner or later, and it won't consume much of his force power.
It was only then that Teague opened his mouth and said slowly: "Master Doyle, if we don't take action, I'm afraid your capable subordinate will be handed over here."
Doyle's eyes suddenly opened and he said: "After watching them for so long, I should have a good idea of what they are capable of. Then leave Zhao Jundu to Mr. Teague, and I'll take care of Song Zining. How about that?"
Teague smiled reservedly and said, "That's it!"
The words were still heard, and Teague's figure flashed continuously. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the center of the White City. The deputy duke unleashed all his monstrous power, and the long sword in his hand was like lightning, and he thrust it into Zhao Jundu's head!
Doyle started a step too late, but his strength was superior to Teague's. He arrived at Baicheng almost at the same time as him, looking down at Song Zining coldly from a high position.
Song Zining's whole body trembled, his hair flying. He slowly raised his head and drew an arc with the silver spear in his hand, forcing the surrounding enemies away and clearing a battlefield.
Before Doyle could take action, Teague's territory on the other side was already wide open. There was blood mist within dozens of meters around him. The blood mist condensed into several blurry figures and rushed towards Zhao Jundu. It seemed that Teague wanted to get ahead of Doyle.
You first killed or seriously injured Zhao Jundu to establish your authority in this way.
Doyle's expression was leisurely, even a little indifferent, and he didn't care about the war at Tigue. He just looked at Song Zining, with a long-handled giant ax in his hand.
At the same time, Doyle casually took off his long dress-style coat, revealing a fencing suit underneath. A Force pistol was strapped to the outside of his thigh. Just by looking at the fist-thick barrel, he knew it was definitely not a decoration.
"You are outstanding and respectable opponents. It's a pity that I won't be able to see the day when you grow up."
Song Zining was moved in his heart and asked: "So, Baicheng is a trap?"
Doyle said calmly: "Sure enough, you humans are plotting against us, and we will plot against you in turn. This place was not a trap originally, but now that you are here, it has become a trap."
Song Zining asked again: "Is there someone in the empire communicating with you?"
"Isn't it always the case?"
Intelligence warfare is a part of war, whether it is unintentional or intentional. Some are intelligence leaks, and some are intelligence deception. In addition, both Yongye and the Empire have prophets and divination masters to observe and correct the general trend. If there is no other inside story, no one can
Commanders dare to control the overall situation solely by relying on intelligence.
Song Zining said slowly: "It has always been there, but not many people know this kind of news. Besides, even if you get it, do you really dare to believe it?"
Doyle smiled slightly and said, "You almost guessed the truth. But unfortunately, it's too late."
Song Zining said: "It's not too late to know now. As you just said, this place was not a trap originally, but when we came, you turned it into a trap. As long as we break out alive, this trap will no longer be a trap."
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"Will the parliament let you leave alive after paying such a high price?"
"How do you know if you haven't tried it before? Just like before you arrived, you probably didn't expect that we would be able to sustain it until now, right?"
Doyle said calmly: "There is no need to talk about those two arrogant fools. Now it's about how you are going to get past me."
"As I said before, how would you know if you haven't tried it before?" Song Zining was so calm that he didn't look like he was facing a life-or-death crisis.
Doyle frowned, looking a little confused, not understanding where Song Zining's confidence came from.
Then he looked cold, took off his short gun, pointed it at Song Zining, and said: "My patience has expired. Now, I think it is better to kill you first. As for the questions I want to ask, there will be plenty of opportunities to find answers in the future."
Song Zining held the gun with both hands and pointed the tip of the gun diagonally towards the sky. As soon as he completed this gun style, he immediately had a dignified feeling of standing still. This is the most defensive style among the Fenghuo Xinrenqiang, Xinjinhuo Chuan. This style
Known to be able to find a glimmer of hope in the impossible, this is the first time Song Zining has used the Fire Pass since he became a master of marksmanship.
Doyle frowned again. He already felt that this style was extraordinary. At this moment, the edges of Song Zining's body suddenly became a little blurry. At first, Doyle thought that his eyes were wrong, but that was absolutely impossible.
of!
He concentrated and calmed down, but was surprised to find that Song Zining's body was really blurry, as if he could not see clearly through a layer of fog.
Not to mention that there was no fog on the battlefield at the moment, even if the smoke was billowing, Doyle could still see clearly. There was only one explanation for Song Zining's blurry figure at this moment.
Doyle said solemnly: "Field?"
"Please appreciate the three thousand floating leaves driven by the prosperity of the world."
Not being able to see Song Zining's true form clearly means that it is difficult to lock on to him. Although in Doyle's eyes, Song Zining is only slightly blurry, this means that there is a small chance of missing or missing the vital point. It was originally a must-kill.
If the situation is solved, there is a possibility of breaking the situation.
What shocked Doyle even more was that Song Zining, whose cultivation was so much worse than him, actually failed to fully understand this field. This kind of talent was really terrifying.
Doyle's eyes grew colder, and he had real murderous intent. He had never looked down upon these young people from the human race, but it was not until this moment that he fully realized Song Zining's potential. In the past, Zhao Jundu and Qianye were so famous that they
Song Zining's brilliance was obscured. If he was allowed to grow up, the human race would have another sky-high giant in the future.
With the battle imminent, Doyle did not have the usual violent attitude of a werewolf, and his expression became more and more calm. Thousands of peaks appeared faintly behind him, and one of them was particularly eye-catching.