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The army is overwhelmed, and the momentum is monstrous.

The line of defense formed by the six wilderness buses appeared incomparably weak in front of the army that was pushed forward. It was like a small river bank in a torrent and huge waves, and it would be washed away at the moment of contact.

In the face of the menacing attackers, Chen Xing did not show weakness, opened the field, and summoned the goblin army.

"Hala!"

The space behind him slowly opened, and along with the excited shouts, the green tide surged out.

The number of green tides is huge. If you look down from the sky at this time, you will see that in just a few minutes, the green color fills most of the battlefield.

The isolated and helpless bus line of defense has been transformed into a strong party, at least on the surface...

The densely packed little green monsters held all kinds of weapons, danced and screamed at the dog-headed army on the opposite side of the battlefield. Some even took off their grass skirts, turned their butts towards their opponents, made faces and stuck their tongues out, which was both funny and arrogant.

Although the scene looks very chaotic, just like the street hooligans fighting in groups, the victory lies in the number of people, and the momentum is not weaker than the opposite.

Probably because of the scruples of the Goblin Legion, the Kobold Legion stopped advancing. The wind and sand dissipated, revealing a golden armor and a two-headed machete that was shiny black.

Chen Xing didn't care what the other party wanted to do or what the purpose was. Since they had already met each other, there was no need to talk too much. Concentrated in secret, he fired a tentative shot.

"Bang!"

The azure bullet came out of its chamber, swept across a thousand-meter battlefield, and shot at one of the dog-headed golden armored soldiers.

He may not need to know the opponent's purpose, but he must figure out the strength of the opponent's imperial spirit.

The bullet slammed, directly shattering the golden armor of the dog-headed soldier, and broke out from behind.

The moment it penetrated through the body, the dog-headed soldiers collapsed like quicksand and fell down.

The bullet drove straight in, piercing through several golden armored soldiers in a row, turning them all into quicksand. The opponent seems to be very fragile and vulnerable. But in the next second, a whirlwind rose from under his feet, and the yellow sand fluttered in the air, gradually condensing into a human form.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xing confirmed his conjecture.

Opposite them at the moment, is the famous desert legend, Microro and his golden army!

When he was attacked by a corpse in the Black Death Continent, he had witnessed the battle between the Golden Army and the corpse.

Microro is a legendary powerhouse. Compared to the King-level Legion, the Little King-level Legion is weaker, just like his Goblin Legion. The Golden Legion has the ability similar to the mercury flying eagle. As long as the host can continuously provide spiritual energy, it can be infinitely resurrected on the battlefield.

Fortunately, there are not many types of troops in the Golden Legion. According to what he saw back then, there were only three types, the dog-headed sand soldier who used a double-headed knife, the cat-headed sand soldier who was good at archery, and the necromancer who could cast spells.

Wait, cat-headed soldier, shooter?

Thinking of this, Chen Xing's scalp was aching, he suddenly realized something, and immediately shouted, "Be careful with bows and arrows!"

He thinks of the cat head shooter, and he thinks of the opponent standing still in the front row, maybe waiting for the back row/shooting.

As expected, the shriek of the arrow breaking through the air immediately sounded. Countless arrows flew into the sky, instantly obscuring the clouds and the sun, and the arrows flickered with dense cold light under the reflection of the sun, making the scalp numb.

Thanks to Chen Xing's timely warning, everyone took the lead to hide behind the bus. Goblins held up anything they could get over their heads, planks, pans, rocks, and even companions.

"Shhhhhhhhhh!"

The dark red arrows that were nearly two meters long fell to the ground with a rapid sound of breaking through the air, like a heavy rain, and pierced down. Under the action of magic energy, the arrow had a strong penetration force, and the wilderness bus with six titanium alloy shells was instantly tied into a hedgehog.

The sound of bulletproof windows shattered one after another, and those with protective skills immediately formed a defensive formation and opened up their psychic barriers to defend against the rain of arrows.

The goblins were not so lucky. Whether it was a wooden board, an iron pot, or an equally vulnerable companion, they were all pierced by arrows and stuck to the ground like barbecue skewers.

In one round of arrow rain, the goblin army was reduced by thousands, but this did not affect their morale.

After the crisis, the Goblin Gates got up one after another, beating gongs and drums, spit and cursed at the opposite.

Although he knew the identity of the other party, Chen Xing did not immediately negotiate.

Microro is a strong man in the United Kingdom of the Gratam tribe, which is also the Yellow Kingdom. It stands to reason that the two countries are not at war, and Macroro has no reason to attack him.

Strangely enough, the other party did just that.

But for whatever reason, he can only fight back now.

Because he knows very well that negotiations are only possible when the situation is evenly matched.

His brothers are all there, even if he faces Microro, he may not be without the power to fight!

At this moment, he represents the red country, and when confronting foreign enemies, he must not surrender without a fight! Otherwise, even if he fled back, he would be drowned by the saliva of the people.

The red country is martial, and the hero is more than the coward.

"fight back!"

Chen Xing has never been a sheep to be bullied by others. If he is beaten, he will definitely fight back. Following his order, the Goblin Legion launched a massive counterattack.

The goblin musketeers fired in unison, tens of thousands of lead bullets were ejected along with the gunpowder, the steam cannons roared continuously, firing countless solid shells, and the goblin cowboys shot indiscriminately, jumping and jumping.

But in fact, these are not very powerful. The effective range of the revolver is less than 300 meters, and the musket is closer. The real power is the human guns mixed in the goblin barrage.

Genuine sniper rifles, rocket launchers, and heavy machine guns poured out towards the enemy positions.

The Golden Armored Sand Soldiers in the front row were quickly penetrated by the fire and scattered in pieces. For a time, the yellow sand filled the sky on the battlefield, and it was impossible to distinguish the east, west, north and west.

"Cease fire, cease fire!" "Don't waste ammunition!"

After a round of indiscriminate bombardment, Chen Xing stopped the catharsis of his own firepower.

The sand and dust on the enemy line filled the sky, and at least tens of thousands of golden armored sand soldiers were scattered.

But it didn't take long for countless small whirlwinds to rise from the ground and re-condensed into countless dog-headed soldiers with golden armor.

"I'm a grandmother, and I can't beat him to death!"

Seeing the resurrection of the Golden Armored Sand Soldier, the impatient Pang Li couldn't help but curse.

At this moment, the Golden Armored Sand Soldiers opened their stances in unison, flipped the double-headed sword, the body was in the front, the sword was behind, and they moved forward in a uniform step.

Probably the opposite Microro realized that the magic arrows of the cat-headed shooter were far less efficient than human guns, and the long-range bombardment would not be cheap, so he launched a general attack.

After the Golden Armored Sand Soldiers began to advance, several figures floated up from the back of the battlefield, suspended in mid-air.

Their faces were haggard and looked like several corpses, with a faint green flame burning in their hollow eye sockets, and the priestly robes on their bodies were quite gorgeous. Countless ribbons fluttered in the wind, and a string of simple golden symbols appeared.

I saw the necromancer floating in the air lift the ruby ​​staff in his hand and draw obscure symbols one by one, and then the gems lit up with red light and diffused towards the golden armored soldiers.

The golden armored sand soldiers who were irradiated by the red light let out a low roar, the blue light in their eyes gradually turned into deep red, and a violent breath surged out.

Seeing the undead mages of the Golden Legion use their buffing skills, Chen Xing's goblin army was not to be outdone. Hundreds of goblin witch doctors walked out of the blue sea of ​​light, waving little tattered flags in their hands.

The faint rays of light spread in all directions, and the goblins who were affected by the boost became extremely excited, beating their chests and shouting, their voices more than doubled.

The Goblin Legion was in high spirits, and the steam tank whistle sounded, advancing at full speed.

"Hala!"

Countless goblin fighters flew by in the sky, followed by a large number of Batriders, and the darkness was like a large cloud.

On the ground, the goblin wolf cavalry sped up, twisted out from both sides, and headed towards the enemy's flanks.

The distance of a thousand meters was approaching in an instant, and the armies of the two sides collided. The number of goblins here is huge, like a dark green wave, rolling up the sky and hitting the small golden waves on the opposite side.

That picture, like a giant whale swallowing the sea, is magnificent, and it is about to swallow this little goldfish with one mouth.

However, the ending was not as good as imagined, and it was even completely reversed. The seemingly insignificant golden waves broke through the giant waves in an instant, as easily as smashing tofu. Immediately afterwards, a golden vortex was formed, and the dark green was madly rolled in, and then turned into blood and sprayed out.

The sound of slaughter shook the sky, and the wailing was everywhere. The Golden Legion seemed to be in a no-man's land. They killed more than 10,000 goblins in a single encounter, and the latter turned into green lights and flew back to the realm.

After all, there is more than one level of difference between the legend and the lord. The lord, the big lord, and then the little king level. There is also a big hurdle in the realm. Although both sides are legions, their combat power is not on the same level.

Seeing his Royal Spirit Army being slaughtered frantically, Chen Xing remained calm as usual. It's not beyond him

As expected, the Goblin Legion was used as cannon fodder.

The Golden Legion was smashed, killing tens of thousands of goblins in just a few minutes.

But with such a crazy output, the consumption is naturally huge. Yuling's actions depend on the host's psychic supply, and once the force is too much, it will fail.

In a sense, the more goblins the opponent kills, the more disadvantaged it will be in terms of psychic energy consumption.

The strength of the goblins is only half that of an ordinary person, and even if they are equipped with equipment, there is not much, while the combat strength of the golden armored sand soldiers is between the elite level and the big elite level human combat soldiers.

Just launching an attack consumes several times the psychic energy of the Goblin itself.

So the more the opponent kills, the more energy loss.

It's just that Chen Xing's goblin replenishment speed is slow, and the goblin witch doctor needs to be recruited slowly from the goblin graveyard in the undercurrent of time and space. If the battle is too fierce, most of the witch doctors are killed, and there is only one big witch doctor who is immortal and immortal. It is estimated that it will take more time.

Although the number of goblins is huge, they can be killed with a little time.

However, this battle is not just him, there are more than 200 powerful subordinates!

When Chen Xing noticed that the resurrection speed of the Golden Armored Sand Soldiers began to slow down, he immediately ordered an attack.

"Brothers, it's time!"

"Come on!"

Following Chen Xing's order, Huozui rushed out.

"Brothers, it's time for them to taste our power!"

While roaring out, Huozui showed mottled and old ancient armor all over his body. Although the nail surface is uneven and rusted, it exudes a quaint and vast atmosphere.

The guardian of the undead hero!

"Brothers, follow me!"

With a loud roar, Pang Li was wearing heavy armor and rushed into the battlefield like a bull.

On the body weighing several hundred kilograms, he was wearing a pair of heavy armor with rough workmanship and bold shape.

The surface is covered with thick screw caps, which are thick and rough, like a huge human-shaped tin can.

Ben Lei Reloaded!

The two armored strong men rushed into the sand soldiers, and suddenly they entered the wolves like tigers, smashing one with a punch, and swept the front with a big sword.

Hundreds of brothers followed closely, with the blue glow of psionic armor appearing on their bodies, holding swords, daggers and axe meteor hammers, and rushed into the sand soldiers to chop and smash wildly.

Under the leadership of Chen Xing, the rest of the auxiliary and remote personnel mixed in with a large group of goblins, detoured around the perimeter of the sand soldiers, and kept firing black guns. Half of them were divided to put firepower on the shooters and mages behind the Golden Army.

After a frantic output, the Golden Army, who was caught off guard, began to retreat and reorganize the formation.

"It's almost there, come back!"

After playing a certain advantage, Chen Xing did not order the pursuit, but called everyone back.

The Golden Army is not so easy to deal with. Although they seem to have an advantage now, this is based on the premise that their stamina is not exhausted.

They don't know where Microro's true body is hidden, and they can't behead the body.

The legendary powerhouse stepped into the "whale swallowing" realm, and could directly absorb a large amount of psionic energy from the void. The recovery speed was not comparable to those of the guard-level who rely on absorbing free psionic energy particles in space and the lord-level energy that draws psychic energy from the leylines.

As long as the opponent retreats first, and then comes to fight after recovering, they can only lose one way.

Although Chen Xing also absorbed psionic energy from the void, he relied on a fake device, and the absorption channel was much narrower than the opponent's. In addition, the goblin's recovery speed was far inferior to that of the infinitely resurrected sand soldiers. If he continued to consume it, he would definitely not be an opponent.

The Golden Army on the opposite side saw that Chen Xing was not chasing, nor was he in a hurry to reorganize the formation to attack. The two sides faced each other with a distance of several hundred meters.

Chen Xing felt that it was almost the same. They had fully demonstrated their strength and clearly conveyed a message to each other: they were not soft persimmons, and they could not pinch if they wanted to.

He walked to the front of the position and shouted loudly, "The friend opposite is Microro from Dafang State, the owner of the Golden Army, the legendary traveler in the sea of ​​sand?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued to shout, "I am Chen Xing, Prime Minister of the Red Kingdom!"

"As far as I know, there is no enmity between our two countries. Why did you suddenly attack us without any reason!"