Chapter 3545 It blew up again
Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, and then ordered.
The full-scale battle has just begun.
Among them, the scale that can be controlled is relatively large.
"Obey my lord..."
Bayles, the commander of the Law Heavy Machine Artillery Corps, nodded quickly, and then led his troops over silently. The full-scale battle has just begun.
The bloody fight begins now!
What happened next became more and more interesting.
How to develop the situation afterwards, there is always an excuse.
"Rahu, you brought the Blood Shura Legion to cover the Heavy Machine Artillery Legion..."
"After they finish bombing, quickly cover them and evacuate back!"
"Remember! Don't love to fight!"
"Mainly focus on weary enemies..."
Fang Fan groaned, and then ordered directly.
At present, this point is still more critical.
"Obey!"
Luo Hu nodded, and then quietly hid in the surrounding darkness with the Shura Knife in his hand...
...
"Boy Fang Fan, you...you can go to toss it hard!"
"Hey... I won't die until I reach the Yellow River..."
"I'll see what you can do better."
"In the end, sooner or later, the blood will collapse..."
"How nice to be safe and sound..."
"If you have to toss, you have to toss!"
"Tossing and tossing, what's the point?"
"How dangerous it is!"
"It's not impossible to see..."
"What if something happens..."
"You boy, you can't stay idle!"
Bai Piaoxu babbled, and he couldn't help but increase his words. At this moment, the desire to complain became stronger. While talking, he kept yelling from the sidelines.
"Hush..."
"do not speak……"
"Reduce the sense of presence as much as possible..."
"Be prepared to evacuate at any time!"
Fang Fan squinted his eyes and glanced outside the military tent. At this moment, the Blood Shura Legion and the Law Heavy Machine Cannon Legion have moved to another military tent not far from here...
Slowly, everything followed in place.
boom……
rumbling...
The bombardment sounded again!
The Protoss camp, which had been quiet for a while, suddenly became lively again.
Even some Protoss cultivators had just erected the destroyed military tents, and before they had time to lie down, they were blasted into several pieces...
The howls of ghosts and wolves gradually increased, and the sounds of complaints from the surroundings also gradually gathered in an all-round way.
"Damn it! This damn star core cannon... why is it coming again!" (Protoss language)
"Crap! How the hell do I know! I'm also in a daze now! Trash! It's all rubbish!"
"I vomited, I... just vomited! How can I fix this next!"
"Get out of the way... get out of the way, it's too dangerous here..."
"Run! Now this place has become a cursed place, and it has been cursed by the devil..."
"Curse? Is there really such a thing?"
"Hehe... I would rather believe what I have than believe what I don't..."
"Anyway, it's right to run now!"
"When it comes to the critical moment, the generals don't know where to go..."
"Hey... the general is incompetent, exhausting the whole army! We don't even have a chance to take a good rest now."
"The star nuclear cannon seems to be fired from there, it seems to be the same place as before..."
"Could it be that those enemies have never left, and have been squatting there?"
"Maybe... maybe it is, who knows about this matter, it's nothing..."
"Rush... rush over, speed up, speed up..."
"My little heart is beating wildly..."
"One foot in the past..."
"This time, we must kill that thief! Otherwise, it will be too annoying. I have been doing things in the back, and there is no end?"
"That's right! Anyway, I can't bear it this time! Brothers! Go straight!"
"Listen to my command and jump over!"
"Speed... speed up..."
...
The protoss soldiers who were bombed began to come out with wave after wave of abuse, and began to drink violently...
This mood is naturally depressed to the extreme.
The desire to complain is also gathering in an all-round way, and the mentality is in a state of blood collapse.
One by one, they began to rush towards the position where the star core cannon was fired.
...
In the tent of the Central Army, Alan, the second-class god general of the Protoss who just lay down, suddenly opened his eyes...
His complexion is extremely sinister!
"Again!"
"Asshole!"
"die!"
Allen, the second-class god general of the protoss, roared, and the central military tent suddenly trembled, and then the keel connected inside began to separate by itself, and then gradually shattered into pieces.
At this moment, the sense of the picture is particularly strong.
The Protoss cultivators guarding around the central military tent looked at each other. At this moment, they looked at each other, and they didn't know what to say. Their eyes flickered all the time. At this moment, they shrank their necks, and their eyes seemed a little beautiful...
God will be angry, and they will suffer.
Allen's sharp eyes scanned the surrounding area, and then instantly focused on the place where the star core shells had been bombing...
"Still in that place..."
"Those people have never been there..."
"This is a challenge to us!"
"hateful!"
"Where are they hiding?"
"When I searched before, I never found any trace of them..."
"And why?"
"Did you miss something at that time?"
"call……"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it all!"
"Anyway, I have to go and see..."
"We must control the current situation!"
"This group of damned enemies must be wiped out! Destroyed!"
Alan, the second-class god general of the protoss, clenched his fists, and while talking, his eyes were full of murderous intent.
At this moment, I already have a comprehensive decision in my heart!
Later, just a 'kill'!
At the moment of death, there is complete silence!
What else is there to talk about.
Tens of thousands of protoss cultivators started heading towards the same direction...
...
On the walls of the God City of the Seventh Academy...
Even though it was late at night, the city was still full of people. Everyone gathered here, and none of them went back to sleep.
Such a night, how can there be the slightest desire to sleep.
"this……"
"It's bombing again!"
"The protoss...have you started to put on a show again?"
"The key is that we have ignored them until now. What's the point of them being so good all the time?"
Xue Wanren, deputy head of the Guangming Academy, squirmed his lips and felt a headache inexplicably while talking.
Now I don't know how to guess.
Could it be that these protoss cultivators themselves went crazy first? Or they just like to play with star nuclear cannons by themselves? Just for fun?
Then start self-mutilation, blowing yourself up all over your body?
Do you have this special hobby?
Puzzled...
"I still stick to my previous thinking."
"This must have been caused by my apprentice Fang Fan!"
Uncle Jie held his head high and raised his chest, excitedly saying.
