The trumpeter who leads the way

As soon as the main city of the trumpet defended a wave of advances, Xiaobai's cry came from the battle room next door.

Han Feng changed his mind and moved to No. 1.

Even Han Feng was a little moved by the battle situation reflected on the huge light screen in front of him.

Maybe when the meat reaches your mouth, no matter how lazy you are, you will move your mouth. When Wu Xun arrived at the door of his house, even those who were still lying on the corpse would get up and step on him.

In any case, when Han Feng looked down at the Bingzhou continent from a high altitude, he could see that the Bingzhou players who were still sick and even "half-dead" were like undead slowly resurrecting in the darkness, heading towards the three regiments' airdrop point from all directions. Locations are coming.

Among them are online players from the Wealth League. Perhaps some of them were paddling for development before, some were idle and lying dead, and there are also peasant players who are simply lazy and unwilling to go to the front line because the battle line is too long...Other than that In addition, among the incoming enemies were players from the Sanren Alliance in Bingzhou, as well as some wild players who did not even have an alliance, all targeting the Fengxuanhu Regiment.

You must know that in the North-South script, there is a shared landing point every certain distance in the player's birth state. This is an exclusive building for the season. It can serve as a link for all players in the camp. It is also the best place for forces from different states in the same camp to support each other. Drop point.

At this moment, this exclusive sharing point is like some kind of summoning field, calling his people to come and guard this territory and completely drive away these young people who want to invade.

"Why are there so many here?" Han Feng asked the number one next to him in confusion.

Number 1 did not reply, but just controlled an account at random, clicked twice, and called up a scroll that looked like an oracle.

"Complaint!"

Han Feng quickly recognized this thing. He was no stranger to this. He often saw Ben Ben stitching up his essays to show off. Although the writing was basically the same every season, it also impressed many new entrants. Meng Xin's blood is boiling after watching it. It is a magic weapon to inspire people and boost morale.

"Sent by Chen Buchen." Number 1 opened the message and added smoothly.

Looking at the dense text, Han Feng was speechless.

There is only one sentence in my heart mmp: Cultural people, there is so much nonsense.

After a few glances at Han Feng, he lost interest. This trick was probably to deceive those who didn't understand the true strength of the three regiments at all, and to use everyone's mentality of doing more and more martial arts every season to make them come over and resist. Even if it can't stop us, it can disgust our advancement efficiency.

"If you want to give away experience, let them give it away! It just so happens that there are still many members in Xuanwu and Xiaobai groups who have not reached the full level." Han Feng ordered towards No. 1.

The battle had obviously just begun.

The "power" to stick to their homeland was several times more powerful than that at the checkpoint. Several individual forces gathered their troops and launched a charge towards the fortress group guarded by Xuanwu...

not far away

At a certain airdrop point among the many scattered forces, a group of troops with significantly stricter discipline appeared.

Ever since the head-on confrontation between the two major organizations "Holy" and "Hao" in the eastern battlefield has become more and more intense, that unforgettable appearance has already become a template in everyone's mind!

The uniform name of the fortress group is the most straightforward display of the cohesion, dominance, and execution of a team!

Land!

Banners!

The flag representing the [Banking Union] was hoisted high!

Bank [Jiuyi Group] is coming!

Followed closely by the other three groups supported by the Bank Alliance [Mortal Star] [Grass Group] [Jueer Group]!

The four major regiments were like the four major phalanxes on the military parade ground, completely blocking the road Han Feng wanted to advance to Jizhou.

【silver】!

Fortresses were erected one after another, without exception, and the familiar one-word fortress names came to this continent again.

Following "Hao" and "Sheng", the Bank Alliance also used this ceremony this time.

At this moment, the four groups will no longer represent a certain group. They have only one identity, and that is the Bank Alliance.

They fight for the bank!

…

"interesting!"

Through the chaotic fog of war, Han Feng saw the bank's airdrop point 50 yards away without any hindrance, and also had a panoramic view of the bank's formation.

The arrows flying all over the sky had already hit the "defense network" formed by Xuanwu. Han Feng knew that this group of Bingzhou passionate Sanren on the battlefield was only playing a role in delaying Han Feng's advancement and ensuring that the bank's reinforcements could be successfully airborne.

Han Feng was not even interested in taking a look at the hundreds of tragic battle reports that appeared at that moment.

"Xiaobai, go northeast, push forward!"

Han Feng ordered coldly.

In an instant, the "steel fortress" that had just withstood the attack of Bingzhou's scattered players not long ago, followed Han Feng's instructions, and the blue arrows spread out like thousands of moths, which was extremely spectacular.

Xiaobai excitedly controlled the accounts of the entire White Tiger Group. Huge data streams surrounded his fingers. Every dance of his fingers could bring dozens of data streams flying wantonly in the silent darkness.

Xiaobai can clearly grasp the account information linked to each data flow terminal, and control them as freely as he controls his own hands.

It seems as random as Spartan scattering, but when those bunches of arrows fall in the frontline trenches, they can always turn the land into "dead silence", like the god of death wielding a sickle to harvest the lives of the resisters. .

Balls of blood-red filled the battlefield, and the word "free", which symbolized defeat, was ruthlessly carved on this Bingzhou land again and again.

The attack is still continuing.

The violent atmosphere spread wantonly in this battlefield.

There are 50 members of the White Tiger Regiment, and hundreds of troops carry a milky-white legion halo, tearing apart the enemy's positions like a ray of dawn.

Long and narrow!

Sharp!

It's just that what this light brings to Bingzhou players is not the hope of dawn, but the beginning of despair and death in the next dark era! !

…

The Manhong battle report is constantly being passed around in the individual alliance group.

Only now did this group of ignorant people know what kind of opponent they were facing!

Full of red and blue weapons, this kind of existence that is regarded as the top combat power in their hearts is the norm among this group of invaders.

Among them were red and pink weapons, and even red weapons that some of them had never seen before. This defensive battle completely opened their eyes.

…

50 yards!

40 yards!

30 yards!

…

When 700 returned to the battlefield and saw the flood from far to near again, his heart could not help but throb.

He knew that it was the fear of the former Feng Tuan.

He still couldn't forget the unbearable memory of the Yongzhou battlefield.

The same attack method, the same unstoppable force, but the difference is that this time it seems more domineering and violent!

Finally, the flood stopped!

The White Tiger Regiment's attack has stopped!

A drop of cold sweat flowed down from 700's temples... (End of this chapter)