Story of Longevity

The final battle location was a small flat land surrounded by maple trees without any obstructions.

And it seems that the commander of this squad really had to enter this maple forest because of their current actions, they did not lose their minds, and they made the right choice.

This team of no more than twenty people and two squads chose to establish a position on the spot, deploy a formation, set up weapons, and make a final resistance.

Xingke even saw that the communicator who was protected in the middle began to operate the communication equipment with no distraction.

In the current situation of being surrounded, why not surrender or survive the siege, but resist on the spot? And Xingqi also calls this method [the correct choice]?

Because, one after another, more chasing soldiers emerged from the surrounding maple forest!

And all of them are [professional] troops with full-body magic equipment!

Sword and shield heavy armor warrior, a full-length armor warrior with a two-handed sword, a magic arrow archer who is still hiding behind the team while wearing light armor, vaguely, the star carved in the shadow of the woods with the magical light on their bǐshǒu Here, they barely found their assassins, a group of magicians heavily protected among a circle of large shield arms...

There are definitely more than two hundred people in total!

In order to contain these more than a dozen people, the other party dispatched ten times the number of people!

All teams of [professionals] are also dispatched with full magic weapons!

Finally, a precise plan led them to the easily exposed Fenglin...

This is the momentum to keep them here at all costs!

Breakthrough? surrender? For those who want to kill you, it doesn’t work at all, right?

When the two phalanx formations are set up, the battle is about to start at once.

"Teacher, are we going to stop it?"

"Huh? Why?"

"...Aren't you familiar with the people in the army? And there are your subordinates."

Louise was referring to Uncle Mi who she had met once.

"Yes, but does it matter?"

Xingke asked rhetorically.

"Oh, I see, do you have a way to identify your own faction and the enemy's faction..."

Louise sees this kind of thing a lot. Although her father is the Minister of Military Aircraft, it is not necessarily that all the troops in the country listen to his father, so when this kind of trimming can be done, she should trim it.

This is common sense learned at home.

"No, the modern army has a unified organization, unified management, and identification. Where can I take the time to deal with trivial things?"

"Huh? Then you?!"

"Boom!—"

A bàozhà interrupted Louise's puzzlement.

Just now, a heavy-armored warrior who took the lead in the charge used a one-handed shield with magic to eat a bazooka, and the battle started.

"Da da da— da da—"

What followed was a continuous storm of bullets.

The two parties finally went to war!

The warriors wearing heavy armor and holding big swords marched forward bravely in the dense bullet storm, protecting the archers behind to replace their arrows.

The lurking assassins who use special magic skills to hide among the trees are waiting for opportunities.

A small number of magicians have long since been hiding behind the shield warriors and singing spells together...

A [Professional Army] composed of more than two hundred people, and complete standard magic equipment. Based on the knowledge of the world price of Stars, the cost of this army alone is more than the formation of an ordinary army of 100,000 people. Quite.

According to the rules of the battlefield in this world, it is not worthwhile at all.

In this world, although such an army may be invincible across small and medium-sized battlefields, it is not very cost-effective for large-scale battle scenes against thousands of cavalry.

It can be seen that for this counterattack, someone has paid a heavy price.

Either this kind of behavior is too expensive to burn clean, or... is forced too tightly.

Observing from a distance, they could not hear what a specific person was saying, but they could see that there were many soldiers in front of them who were still shouting and charging forward after a rocket launcher. What hatred does the green army in another world have.

Although Xingke didn't know what he was yelling at, the cause and effect could still be imagined.

After all, who doesn't have one, two, three or four relatives or friends?

He is a fighter who relies on martial arts and combat power. It is of course conceivable to have one or two relatives serving in the army.

After all, few people boast about finding a job in the circle, and being close is good for taking care of them.

and so……

With this huge base of 120,000 people, it is not unimaginable to have brothers, friends, and even relatives sacrificed on the battlefield.

And it was still exhausted by túshā, without a trace of glory and reputation, died in a large sea of ​​flesh and blood.

This... is all **** hatred!

If Star Engraved is a big figure in this world and wants to concentrate on fighting the invincible army in another world, he will also give priority to the group of people who have blood and blood feuds with the enemy.

In this case, although the team may not be easy to control, they will do their best to persist until the end, even if they desperately have to tear a piece of flesh from them.

This is the power of hatred!

Roaring and galloping, the big sword split a green enemy who was about to use the ak47 to parry the fine-iron two-handed sword into two parts from top to bottom, but at the same time, he himself was hit by the bazooka warhead from nowhere. , The next second was swept into the air by flames and bàozhà, unable to land for a long time.

But not far away, there was also a young man who had just put down his personal bazooka launcher. Because of his exposure, the mithril arrow flying from a distance pierced the steel helmet and died instantly.

Behind the archers, the magicians who were enchanted with a large shield into a tortoise shell finally jointly completed a large-scale magic ritual, and an obvious magic wave that could no longer be obvious converged towards the center of the encircling circle.

In the next second, the wrath of thunder fell on a communicator holding a radio device.

Then the elves of the thunder-eating element spread to the surroundings, ravaging the entire encircled area.

This blow has already determined the outcome.

No matter whether the dozen or so few green soldiers are still capable of fighting, they will not be able to fight a well-prepared army of professionals who have lost their radio command system and dànyào supplies.

Even [the advantage of communication is to rely on orderly lightning elements] this point has been studied by others. There are not enough people, there is not enough equipment support, and there is no way to call air support...

There are ghosts if you can fight!

In terms of individual strength, most cold-weapon armies are inferior to modern armies with bug-like weapons and equipment.

But professionals are exceptions.

They have physical qualities that surpass the limits of the human body.

Regarding the number of groups, no matter how many ordinary medieval armies have, the number of [professionals] is simply not too small.

But their enemies are the few experts who win the majority, and they can even crush [Professionals] from a long distance with fully equipped equipment.

And now, a group of people who are not equipped and whose physical ability and personal strength are not superior are supplemented with targeted equipment, and a group of people whose physical ability, personal strength, and even the number of superiors are crushed...

Isn't this a natural failure?

How can there be any wonders from heaven? People have been maintaining the interference of weak lightning magic, okay?

How can the Jedi fight back? Have the ability to try a Hulk and Iron Man from these ordinary special forces?

There is nothing ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The opponents have paid much more than them, which is enough to make up for the gap in the era and civilization.

As for the drama of escape after being captured or pretending to be dead to escape from desperation?

nonexistent.

Because the opponent has already started one, one, and then the process of blasting his head to confirm his death...

"Crack—"

"Crack--"

"Crack—crack—"

Extreme caution!

Everyone, happy National Day! And today’s plot is really a coincidence, believe it or not, anyway...