Daomen Invasion

Sith's move was completely unexpected, and before that, everyone wanted to buy something, they went directly to the door to talk, never heard of it like selling ordinary goods, making something like a festival.

The fair is scheduled for the last ten days of January in the city of stars.

Invitations have been sent out, and a catalog of weapons and various messy introductions have been printed.

At the same time, Sith also invited all parties to take out their own unique weapons as exhibits.

Bingfeng's mainland territory, the Changling Corps has pushed to the vicinity of the singularity. A large number of chariots in the back, artillery fire, and infantry followed the robot. The devil was harvested like a crop.

The battle is coming to an end, the devil is unable to return to the sky, because there is only one entry and exit point, the army of the hell, the input speed is too slow.

The hidden work was done well before, that was the help of the inner ghost.

The nobleman of the north, the loyal loyalty of Duke Zhesu.

When the prince of the duke found the singularity, he built a magical building within two hundred miles nearby to limit the change of the singularity.

In this way, the range of singularity changes is too small, and the devil can only enter and exit from a fixed place, and the space channel becomes narrow.

This is Xiahe's technology, which forcibly limits the transportation capacity of hell.

"Captain, will we not need our infantry in the future?" In the sound of gunfire, a soldier asked his squad leader.

"How is it possible, this time when we have enough troops, or when we are in the offensive, the war also happened in our homeland, with so much artillery support behind us. If we go to fight elsewhere ..."

"Why do you want to fight elsewhere, Changling Army, don't you leave your hometown?"

"Ugh……"

The captain is a little older, he said seriously: "Did you not find out, there are a lot of valuable things in the recent food, which are not fixedly distributed, and reward the previous battle."

"Found it, that thing?"

"It is a special product of the Duke's leadership, which can improve the physical fitness of professionals."

"There is this thing!" The young soldier was surprised. He had just become a professional. If there is no guidance from the Duke, he may still be a prostitute, so he knows very little.

"Of course, you think about it, many people will be willing to continue to fight the Duke for this thing."

The young soldier, looking at the captain with a whitish beard, said, "Then, will you continue?"

"Come on, just retired. I don't know what to do back home. The people in Rhode Island, the Duke will also guide you to do some work, or enter the factory, or plant the land, sheep and goats, everything is good. But we, There is no training in this area. I do n’t know what I will do except for fighting. "

"Aren't you going to strike iron?"

"Ironing? Duke's alchemy factory can produce thousands of spears and armor in one night. I need one month to get you a set of equipment."

"That's it." The young soldier was lost.

"I also think about it. For a few more years, if there is no battle to die, I will exchange the accumulated merits for some knowledge. Although it is worthless to build weapons, I heard that there is also a blacksmith in the city of stars , But you need to understand art design and create something that is both practical and beautiful, and can be sold at a good price. "

"Duke, do you still teach this kind of knowledge?"

"Everything, as long as you want to learn, save merits. The merits are higher, the food is better, and the level is also improved quickly. If I reach the epic realm ..."

"Old Harlem, are you still dreaming?" A team leader came behind to join in the excitement.

"Whatever I dream about, I'm at level 25."

"But you are in your forties too."

"It's almost fifty, but I feel like I'm going to upgrade again recently." Veteran captain Harlem doesn't mind the teasing of the other. The two were originally from the same country, friends.

"You don't think about it, you are all at the 25th level, and you are just a small captain. Above, we have strict control over us."

"I'm not a mage, my brain is not so easy to use, I'm commanding a squad to the end. Last time the battalion called me over and asked me if I wanted to command a squadron.

"Are you crazy? Captains are more likely to accumulate merit."

"If you make a mistake, you may have nothing." The old Harlem was happy. He is very confident of controlling the squad. As long as a team with the same combat power encounters, he is confident that he will not lose. But he didn't dare to command the squadron. One was inexperienced and the other was talented.

There are many people like him in the army. Although monks and monks are tall, they cannot be promoted.

He is not too stupid, so the battalion will try to promote it. But he did not have confidence in himself, and the camp general could not force it. After all, to promote people to go up, if something went wrong, the camp general would also have to take responsibility.

Duke Zhesu's side, originally did not pay much attention to the cultural issues in the army, unlike the soldiers under Xiahe, each of which has a good cultural level.

High-quality people are also easy to train.

Old Harlem was originally a big-headed soldier, because fortunately opened the way for professionals.

Can reach the twenty-fifth level, and the status is not high, because he is of a poor origin, his ancestors are tenant farmers, and his family has no constant production. The Duke of Zhesu still valued his background.

And Xiahe only cares about the character and loyalty of people. Even if you were a beggar before, it doesn't matter.

The formation of the Changling Corps is not based on the assignment of ranks, but on the experience of everyone before, and then slowly adjusted. Old Harlem was originally the first batch of officers who could be adjusted.

"Captain, what about me?"

"You have a chance, even if you are not twenty, you start the career path. Although it is not a mage, but the Duke's side is not a mage and there is a future. You see, if it is not my personal ability, It ’s not a problem to be a captain in the future, I ’m almost fifty. "

"Close the helmet! It is forbidden to make noise, the devil releases **** smoke!"

There was a commander shouting loudly on the communication channel. Xiahe's troops did not forbid chatting, but they were not allowed to chat with magic circles. When everyone talked, the helmet was pushed away.

Was ordered, all soldiers entered an emergency battle state, the mask was pulled down, and it was tightly sewn with the armor of the neck, the magical light flashed, and even the air that was breathing began to be filtered.

In front of the mask is a transparent artificial gemstone with a wide field of view, better than the old helmet.

This helmet is one of the high-tech in the world, which can keep the brightness constant. Has a certain night vision ability, is a part of the magic circle, is very strong, and can also transmit picture information.

Like the Changling Legion, the captain level has the ability to judge the enemy level.

Of course, the level difference is too big, or a red unknown symbol, indicating that the enemy is extremely dangerous and cannot be defeated.

The gray smoke spread out, with choking heat, as if erupting from the depths of hell. However, both the Changling Corps and the Lesser Corps have replaced their fully enclosed helmets, and the robot does not need to breathe.

The artillery behind is still booming, ignoring the devil's means at all.

The only response to retreat is that some flying warships, new warships, even floating fish, are not afraid of this environment, but old warships may fail.

"Master! Master!"

Commander shouted loudly, the lower-level mages formed an array, and the spells were tested one by one, and the smoke was only poisonous, but there was no magic attack. The smoke particles are extremely large, which is a magic scarf, which can also be easily filtered.

Because it is not corrosive, the damage to the armor is not high. The only trouble is that it cannot be dispelled at all, hindering vision.

Changling Regiment and Sub Regiment are not all professional army, some soldiers, even quasi-professionals are not.

Their armor is not so advanced. In the smoke, it may only be able to detect a dozen meters away, and it is quite dangerous to enter.

Blaze the city!

A legendary mage released a large-scale magic, within a few hundred meters, it was suddenly covered by a purple flame. Sure enough, the smoke was completely burned by the flame.

But the nearby smoke and dust quickly made up for it.

Beside the commander of the Changling Corps, a young Taoist smiled and said, "Lord Commander, let me come."

The head of the regiment nodded, watching the young Taoist volley take off, and threw a skin pouch from his sleeve. The skin sac rose when it saw the wind, and turned into a hundreds of meters in size. The mouth of the skin sac produced a huge vortex, and the dust on the ground was absorbed into the vortex frantically.

The commander of the army had a complicated look. At first, the Duke recommended this guy to come over, and he thought it was for surveillance.

It turned out that this is an alien caster, not a mage. But his spells are so practical.

In a blink of an eye, the smoke within a few miles is much thinner. At this speed, the skin will be cleaned within a hundred miles.

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The cry of fierceness sounded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A huge black magic eagle flew into the sky like a young Taoist.

The young Taoist smiled with his hand and said, "Beast, die!"

A sword light fell, and the black magic eagle had a strange head.

The young Taoist was still inadequate. He took a dark thing from his sleeve and threw it towards the distance. Amidst the smoke, a huge explosion sounded, and the ground within a dozen miles of the ground shook.

The priest sighed, the inferior thunder sky, he can only use this thing, even the expensive one can't afford it.

Fortunately, a legendary devil should be killed.

As the smoke and dust were cleared, the robots started to move forward again. They were not afraid of the smoke and dust, but the robot went in alone and was disconnected from the human warrior, and the effect would not be ideal.

"Offense! Offense!"

Each squadron is issuing combat orders. Here is close to the core of the devil's army, all the soldiers have left the Trojan, and even the magician is walking.

The robot at the front stepped on the heavy steps and walked into the thickest smoke, the white plasma flashed, and the killing proceeded silently.

Many recruits have a sense of disillusionment.

Is this the way the Duke of Asla fought? What a terrible thing, that robot, invincible.

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