Taking advantage of the ceasefire, Allen came to Shawton and the others' side.
"What do we do now? Young Master Allen. "In the face of such a bad situation, Shawton remained calm.
The other soldiers were the same. Allen secretly praised them in his heart. As expected of a soldier from an ace legion like Sirius, their quality was surprisingly good. He simply said, "Hiding in the main building is just waiting for death. Their firepower is much stronger than ours. We have to go to the barracks. It's best to seize the ammunition depot. The marshal only limited our funds, but he didn't say we couldn't snatch equipment from the enemy. "
He raised a miniature charge/gun in his hand, which he had picked up from the side of the enemy's corpse when he came over. Shawton nodded and gestured. The two soldiers immediately stripped the enemy and their corpses of their equipment.
"However, we can't just rush out like this. They've made a good plan to trap us here. However, we still have Captain Lanchi. Captain will definitely create opportunities for us, "Allen said.
Outside, ten seconds had passed. Torre, the leader of Holy Disarmament, cursed. He was tall and wore a military uniform and cloak, making him extremely recognizable in the crowd. "Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish," Torre said loudly.
Pointing in the direction of the main building, a personal guard beside Torre immediately aimed the infantry guide/bullet at the main building. Torre clenched his fists. Just as a sinister smile appeared on the personal guard's face, his entire head suddenly exploded like a smashed watermelon, and red and white liquid splashed everywhere.
One shot to the head!
At this moment, the muffled sound of sniper equipment rolled over under the curtain of night.
"Damn it, it's a sniper … Oh, no …" Torre shouted.
The sniper whose head had been blown off fell down, but the corpse's finger still pressed down on the firing button. The infantry guide/bullet immediately dragged a streak of fire out, but due to the angle, it slanted over everyone's heads and crashed into the wall beside the small square. The guide/bullet exploded, and an orange fireball rose from the edge. Patches of walls were blasted down, and the flames of the explosion swept towards Holy Disarmament along with the shockwave, causing the originally neat formation to immediately sway.
"Now!" Allen yelled as he dragged his saber out of the door. He raised the Assault Rifle in his hand, and the muzzle spat out a burst of flames. There was no need to aim at all, and the front row of the enemy troops screamed in pain.
Shawton was the second to rush out. He gestured for the soldiers to retreat while firing at the enemy with the Gale Archer. The Gale Archer's energy conduction lines lit up, and the muzzle of the gun spat out a dark blue electric flame. Origin Energy bullets swept through the opponent like a torrential rain.
"Young Master Allen, you go first!" Shawton yelled.
Allen didn't refuse. He immediately rushed toward the square wall that had been blown up by the guided missile.
Only then did Torre shake his head and stand up. He pointed in the direction of Allen and shouted, "Stop them!"
Several personal guards immediately pounced out like tigers and wolves.
Bam bam!
Gunshots rang out again, and two more personal guards were sniped. One of them was shot in the head, and his head was blown off. The other person had a large hole in his chest. He ran twice before falling to the snowy ground. The power of the heavy hunting made Saint Disarmament quite fearful, and for a moment, no one dared to receive the remaining personal guards. Torre roared angrily, "What are you afraid of? This is a magic energy heavy sniper. How many shots can the other party fire? Hurry up and chase after me. "
That was right, but as long as the sniper hiding in the shadows could fire one or two more shots, who would be willing to experience the power of the magic energy heavy sniper? However, Torre's orders could not be disobeyed, and the soldiers could only chase towards the edge of the square. However, people were unwilling to chase after him with all their might, so they pulled out a dazzling blank area between the personal guards in front of them.
Torre was so angry that he shouted loudly, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't dare to act rashly, afraid that he would become the target of a sniper. With his level 15 strength, he was still unable to defend against the sniper attack of a magic energy heavy sniper.
At this moment, everything that happened in the stronghold was faithfully presented in a tactical telescope. The telescope moved to the right side of the stronghold. In the mountains outside the stronghold, gunlight flickered. It was obvious that two groups of people were fighting.
Windsor Bellow put down her binoculars and frowned, "The situation is not good. Why does it seem like there is a leak?"
She was on a high hill about ten kilometers away from the stronghold. From her direction, she could clearly see the entire Saint Disarmament stronghold base. Windsor Bellow arrived at this observation point earlier than Allen and the others. She originally wanted to use this place to observe the performance of the two teams.
Unexpectedly, Saint Disarmament seemed to have known that they would be attacked tonight and had actually made arrangements in advance. First, Weber's side was about to arrive at the stronghold, but they were discovered and exchanged fire with the enemy troops hiding nearby. The enemy relied on their strength and terrain to basically suppress Weber's team. As for Allen, although he had successfully sneaked in, he was surrounded. Clearly, he had stepped into a trap.
Windsor Bellow had originally planned to interrupt the assessment and immediately provide support. Unexpectedly, Allen had made other arrangements, using Lanchi's ambush to earn himself a chance to leave the main building. Windsor Bellow planned to take a look. If either side could not hold on, it would be too late for her to make a move. A distance of ten kilometers was just the time it took for her to drink a mouthful of water.
The night breeze blew gently, and Windsor Bellow's snow-white ears suddenly twitched. She caught a strange buzzing sound. The female marshal immediately raised her tactical binoculars and looked in the direction of the sound. Under the curtain of night, a black dot continued to expand. A moment later, a magic frigate appeared in Windsor Bellow's eyes. Because it was too far away, Windsor Bellow couldn't see if the frigate had any markings, but it was too abnormal for a magic frigate to appear nearby in the middle of the night.
The female marshal was just about to shoot down the aircraft. Judging from its flight trajectory, it was obvious that it was aimed at the shortcomings of Saint Disarmament. She didn't want to add unnecessary variables to her two students. As for whether this flying ship was an enemy or a friend, it was completely out of her consideration. If it was the enemy's reinforcements, then of course there was nothing to say. If it was a friendly force that barged in without informing them, they deserved to die.
Windsor Bellow habitually stretched out her hand and was stunned. Only then did she realize that she had never thought that she would have a chance to make a move this time, so she didn't bring the Endless Battery with her. The female marshal shrugged her shoulders. Just because she didn't have a weapon didn't mean that she couldn't take down an airship. It just needed some time. She clasped the hat on her head tightly with one hand and jumped down from the high hill, leaving a black shadow flying between the mountain walls.
In the stronghold, Allen and the soldiers had already rushed to the edge of the small square. Behind them, three Level Ten Personal Guards were hot on their heels. Everyone's Origin Energy surged and engravings appeared. One of them waved his hand, and flames gathered in the void, forming a fireball that flew towards the team.
Allen let out a muffled snort and rushed towards the back of the team. He raised his fangs and detonated the fireball in the air. Then he crashed through the flames and rushed towards the three personal guards. If he didn't deal with these people, the team wouldn't be able to reach the barracks smoothly.
Shawton rushed over from behind, and the Gale Archer opened fire, forcing one of the personal guards away.
Allen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the engraving of the prairie blade appeared on his forehead. A flash of fire flashed on his fangs, and a high-temperature flame had already been rolled up. The two personal guards welcomed him without any fear.
Fangs slashed out, bringing with them flames to outline a brilliant flaming moon. However, when Flaming Moon was pushed halfway, it suddenly exploded, and a rain of fire exploded from Allen's arms. The eyes of the two personal guards were filled with the rain of fire that filled the sky. Suddenly, they lost sight of Allen, and their hearts trembled violently. If he couldn't catch his opponent, how could he talk about defending against the enemy?
They could only roar wildly and use their own abilities to blast towards the rain of fire that was covering their heads. Allen had already taken the opportunity to pass through the two of them. The rain of fire dissipated, and the two personal guards staggered left and right as if they were drunk. They staggered a few steps to the left and right, and then a bit of blood appeared on their chests and throats. In the next moment, two warm arrows of blood sprayed out of their bodies, and the personal guard suddenly fell to the ground.
Allen retreated explosively. The armor on his chest was a little red and hot, and a palm-sized green frost crawled up his left knee. It was all caused by the two personal guards counterattacking when they were killing the enemy. However, the personal guards could not grasp his exact location and attacked purely based on their intuition. Both their power and accuracy were greatly reduced, and Allen was only slightly injured.
On the other side, Shawton had also dealt with a personal guard and joined him. The two of them took care of the rear and left the small plaza with the team in the blink of an eye, entering the training ground behind the wall.
The training ground was silent, as if Torre had not placed the soldiers in this direction. Just as Allen was rejoicing, a group of soldiers suddenly emerged from the barracks and shouted as they charged in their direction. Allen and Shawton's expressions changed. If they were stopped in a relatively open environment like the training ground, there would be no chance of survival!
At this moment, the night sky suddenly lit up. Allen raised his head and looked. In his ruby-like pupils, a whistling purple-blue lightning bolt streaked across the sky and landed obliquely on the enemy troops on the other side of the training ground. Lightning and fire exploded, and a large cloud of fire spread out, engulfing the enemy. Miserable screams could be heard endlessly from the flames. Following that, streaks of lightning and fire pierced through the air and landed on the barracks, ammunition depots, main buildings, and small squares of the stronghold.
After a series of explosions, Holy Disarmament was already defeated.
"It's a high-energy cannon!" After all, Shawton was from the legion, so he immediately recognized the weapon that fired these lightning and fire. He searched around in the night sky and suddenly pointed to the southeast. "Look over there, that's a frigate!"
Allen looked into the distance, but unfortunately, his visibility was not high under the curtain of night. He could only barely see the outline of a magic energy flying ship. After a round of bombardment, the engine at the stern of the magic energy flying ship spat out a faint blue flame. It turned around and left.
At this moment, Windsor Bellow was less than a kilometer away from the stronghold. She was dispersing the crimson-purple Origin Energy flame in her palm and watching the flying ship. The marshal whistled and said, "Fortunately, you took a stand first. Otherwise, you would have become a pile of scrap iron."
She frowned again, "But who sent this thing? What do you mean by leaving after a few shots? "
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