Chapter 1330 Soldier B: We'd better not move anymore.

Chapter 1330 Soldier B: We'd better not move anymore.

"Damn it." Lao Wang cursed. He was not Li Lasi. He could be invincible, but he couldn't sneak. It was easy to get down, but it was difficult to get back up. "I should have blown up the reactor. Hetui didn't get anything. It was a waste of time!"

"Sure enough, what I'm best at is to take advantage of opportunities and comfort people!"

"Ball sack?"

"Yes!"

The old Wang who had realized the truth in Longchang weighed the relic in his hand, showing a radiant and heroic smile. He was almost glowing: Young ladies and wives who have suffered from the oppression of the semi-feudal and semi-capitalist evil forces, I'm here!

When Master Wang used his two legs to dig out a long and endless dragon of dust on the battlefield, several mercenaries in the Mirage District happened to have the opportunity to see the back of this disheveled guy running away in the opposite direction of the enemy.

"Brothers, something is wrong. How about we retreat quietly!"

"You think you are a dish too much. You are just looking at others pooping, right? Do you really think the supervisors behind you are just decorations?"

"The clothes are all gone. It can be seen that he has just been resurrected. Those who dare to be deserters with such life-saving props must be relatives of the landlords. We can't expect those things for our lives. It's luck to survive and it's not bad to die. At least Master Bernstein never takes the blood loss of soldiers to compensate our wives and children!"

"Today If my son survives, I will share my treasured bottle of ginseng wine with everyone——"

"Okay, okay, you better stop now. You've said the same thing over and over again. I haven't even seen what the bottle looks like. Otherwise, just die. I'll find your wife to drink with me one night!"

"Hahaha!"

A dozen people in a small team fought while fighting. The servants of fate and armored units were spread out on the outer line and huddled together. They moved at a snail's pace in the crowd of dogs where no other colors could be seen.

They were just the lowest-level mercenaries who exchanged their lives for money and the poor people who were separated from the main force. No matter their personal strength, equipment level, fighting will or the quality of their servants of fate, they were not on the same level as the guards of the seven major families and the regular soldiers with a regular system. They were the kind that the twin tyrants could lay off a group of people with one shot.

Fortunately, there were almost no terrible things like the Twin Tyrants and the Four Dogs in the corners where they were. All they could see were the endless black masses of No. 1 and No. 2 lackeys.

This one is still good!

Facing the violent tide of dogs, more than a dozen people were struggling like ants in the rain. Then, suddenly, there was nothing in front of them. They saw a not-so-tall cat-like beast with a head of dreadlocks that exploded like a sea urchin. It was biting a six-winged weasel beast that was only qualified to be equipped by the Air Assault Division’s personal guard battalion while making a low roar to protect its food, and its huge and dangerous eyes squinted at them.

"Save me!"

The guards of the guard battalion with eye-catching armor marks under the feet of the cat-like beast made intermittent sounds.

The faces of more than a dozen people turned liver-colored at that time, and gradually turned green.

They had no idea what the guards who were trained as their own sons by the seven big families were like. Anyway, forget about it for now. The six-winged weasel alone could easily kill dozens of them like a spicy strip!

Save?

We will save you with our heads?

When the guards saw that this group of people were actually trying to sneak away, their bloodshot eyes instantly turned redder, and they burst out with deep hatred: "You. This group of people"

Puff!

Under the claws of the cat, the guards' legs and chest were directly stepped on and exploded, and several pieces of broken intestines were sprayed out and rolled all over the ground. The cat picked up the head of the guards who died with eyes wide open, and turned around to face them, as if they had already set up an attack posture.

"Excuse me."

More than a dozen people moved silently, moving, moving, like crab ghosts in the castle.

"Buck. I seem to have peed my pants."

"Shh!"

"You didn't eat us, my bottle of ginseng wine."

"Shut up!"

After moving more than 200 meters, a dozen people showed a relieved expression under the new round of dog sea.

"What the hell is that thing? A personal guard! A personal guard riding a six-winged weasel! Just one kick. One kick." One person gestured in shock: "Did it die in a puff? Died? Stomped to death by a fucking kick?"

"It might be something around that guy!"

"Don't care what this thing is. We are so scared of even the standard servants of fate. What are you thinking about if you don't run away when you encounter something different like this?"

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

There was no sound in an instant.

A group of people found with their hair standing on end that the companion who had just spoken had turned into a dozen neat pieces of fragments piled up next to a small skeleton about a meter tall and covered in white.

The little skeleton had big hands and feet and a huge head, but its body was extremely small, like a Q-version cartoon character, with pure white flames burning in its eye sockets. It was now tilting its head and looking at them, even a little cute.

Boom~

In the distance, a heavy hammer connected to a chain hit the ground, splashing a piece of holy light and flames. Mixed in the light and flames were countless comrades from the seven major armies, like duckweed in the wind, without any ability to resist.

The little skeleton seemed to sense something, leaving the living people behind and turning away, crashing straight into their only giant armored servant of fate, drilling a hole in the armor of this stage 3 giant alienated heavy armored zombie, and dragging it into the sea of ​​dogs by one of its legs, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes stuck.

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

Just like this, they drifted silently and hard in the sea of ​​dogs, and an unusually neat array of heavy armored zombies appeared in front of them, about a thousand, with a level of neither high nor low, only stage 2, but they were covered with uniform heavy armor, with solemn expressions and uniform steps, and there were actually three blond and blue-eyed leaders at the head.

"This thing"

"Let's go! Don't worry about it! Don't worry about it! As long as they are not coming for us."

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

"This is the first time I've seen reactive armor on a living body in my entire life!"

I'm completely numb.

A guy swallowed hard, and the bitter smile on his face was more painful than crying: "I think it's best for us not to move anymore. If we go forward, we may encounter something."

What kind of shit luck is this?

Did you not check the almanac or pray properly before going out?

Will you walk directly into that guy's face if you go forward?