War Paradise

Before Mu commander spoke, the Daqin soldiers in brown leather armor behind him had already rushed to the mechanism doll in front of him, holding the long spears with a large attack range in both hands, and stabbing the mechanism doll guards in the chest.

These soldiers have all received the training of two commanders. Under the training of Commander Mu, not only did they move much faster than before, they also increased their attack power a lot.

And the reason why they would use the spear was specially ordered by another "teacher"...

Click!

The silver spear head relentlessly pierced the organ doll's chest. The Daqin soldier shook his hands, and saw that the stabled organ doll suddenly fell to the ground weakly, half-kneeling and kept twitching.

No one knows the structure of the agency doll better than the agency teacher. Under the guidance of Shen Wenchong, these Daqin people who have been reloaded to avenge the agency have even completely crushed the regular army in terms of technology and efficiency against the agency doll!

In a blink of an eye, the soldiers had already solved 27 organ dolls. When all the killing machines with dual-wielding sabers fell to the ground, only one Daqin was slightly injured...

"this……"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the human soldiers in the back immediately turned and fled. But just as they turned around, they saw that the little officer who had been mocked by them just now appeared ghostly behind them!

"Want to run?" Commander Mu's voice contained unabashed anger.

With a flash of silver light, the three soldiers who had their legs cut off fell to the ground and howled frantically, dragging the abandoned legs with their arms, and struggling to crawl forward, leaving long bloodstains behind them.

"You cowards, have the face to claim to be soldiers?"

Seeing the three people crawling on the ground like mourning dogs, Commander Mu spit on contemptuously, strode forward, waved the murderous long sword in his hand, and cut off the heads of the three soldiers neatly!

Kicked away the deadly head that rolled to his feet, Commander Mu turned to look at the two groups of soldiers who had just arrived and the remains of the organ doll lying on the street, loudly:

"Come with me and destroy the encirclement on the east side."

"Yes." The soldiers immediately followed.

Although he had just arrived in this area from the village of Daqin people, just watching the blood flow on the other side of the street, the commander Mu, who was experienced in combat, had already judged the current situation of the battle and found a way to deal with it.

Since those guys want to encircle the main building in the Xiacheng District, what they have to do is to find a way to destroy this encirclement.

As long as you rely on the complex buildings here as a cover, you don't have to worry about the enemy's use of long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows, and the commander Mu, who came from the regular army, has a good understanding of the tactics of that army.

"They are not fast, take advantage of the fast marching now!" Commander Mu roared in a low voice.

The little officer knew very well that in this sort of cleanup operation, the army would kill all creatures wherever it went.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of those guys searching for houses, they might be able to break through their encirclement!

...

At the same moment, on the other side of the Xiacheng district, the two soldiers who were passing through the cross-shaped alley, as Commander Mu had expected, slaughtered several unarmed old people, then raised the crossbow and shot through the fleeing one. The body of a white cat.

The white cat fell to the wall, her soft body twitching constantly. Seeing this scene, two soldiers with red eyes walked forward with a grinning smile, raised the big knife in their hands and chopped it down.

"Don't want to run..." The soldier standing on the left looked down at the decapitated cat corpse on the ground, and grinned with teeth, "Kill you all!"

But before they could be happy for long, they heard an unusually hoarse voice above their heads, like a faint voice floating from the coffin of an ancient tomb:

"You killed this cat?"

The two soldiers didn't even have time to raise their heads, and a long and thin black shadow fell from the sky and fell behind them. The skull-like skinny face twisted, like a god of death descending on the world.

"Die."

The painter turned and left without looking back, and put the two exquisite "artwork knives" in his hands into his sleeves. The dark blue robes on his body fluttered slightly, which was quite an artist's momentum.

He had just taken two steps when he heard the desperate howling of two soldiers behind him, as well as the hiss of blood spurting.

The four hands that were severed from the wrists slid down the neat incisions and fell on the bluestone slab of the sidewalk. The two soldiers looked at the blood-spraying wrists and knelt on the ground with the pain. The severed hand rising and falling on the ground looked like a wild dog fighting for food.

Hearing the screams one after another behind him, the painter's sunken mouth raised a shallow smile, and quickly walked through the bloody alleys and returned to the open street in front.

As soon as they walked onto the street, a dozen or so soldiers watched around him. Even the soldiers who were carrying out the massacre, when they saw this weird "human-shaped skeleton", they also felt a subtle and dangerous aura. The light crossbow aimed at the chest of the painter:

"Raise your hands, hurry up!"

Looking at the regular army in front of him, the painter sighed, shook his head meaningfully, and made a hoarse voice:

"You are going to die."

"Stop talking nonsense, raise your hand!" a soldier standing in the front shouted loudly.

Before he could even finish his words, he was interrupted by the dull roar suddenly raging at the end of the street.

The ground under their feet began to tremble slightly, and the soldiers turned their heads to the west side of the street in surprise, and saw two unstoppable tigers that had already been killed from the other side of the street!

The downhill tiger-type harvester equipped with armor plates hurriedly came, and the thousands of blades in front of the car body that were spinning wildly with the wheel, tearing the air and making a whine-like whine. Before the soldiers ran two steps, they had a close contact with the runner in front of the harvester.

The bodies of more than a dozen people suddenly turned into blood plasma and minced meat, spraying out from the spout behind the harvester. The two harvesters stopped firmly in front of the painter, and an old voice floated from the front machine:

"Come up, let's kill together!"

Hearing Shen Wenchong's words, the thin and tall man who was once a court painter bowed gracefully, climbed onto the roof of the harvester, opened the hatch, and jumped in.

"Old man, won't you get dizzy when you are racing like this?" The artist looked at the rickety old man sitting on the wooden chair: "Would you like to change me to drive?"

"Go on, little bastard, you weren't born when daddy drove the locomotive." Shen Wenchong gave the painter an angry look, and before starting the harvester, he grabbed the wooden microphone and shouted: "Little girl, you are okay. ?"

"No problem." The cold voice of the doll girl came from the locomotive behind: "I'm fine."

"Then go on, crush these scum!"

Shen Wenchong laughed and squeezed the wooden joystick, pulling it back abruptly, and the heavy tank transformed from the harvester started again, leaving two bloody marks on the rear of the car.

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