Ren Xiaosu was stunned. In order to protect himself, the other party had even indiscriminately destroyed his own people.
There was only one mission P5092 had given them — find the warlocks in the crowd and kill them.
And most importantly, the elite Knight Corps that the warlock clans were so proud of was like a helpless child in the face of a modern army.
Due to the rapid advance, Wang Yun's blood temperature started rising, and large droplets of sweat started falling into the wind. However, he still did not want to give up.
Zhang Xiaoman would occasionally look in Wang Yun's direction from the lookout. He knew Wang Yun was chasing after a target, but he did not know what it was.
The fire support team fired a round of grenade suppression at the enemy's defensive positions in one go!
"Patriarch, it looks like they haven't woken up yet. The Tudor Knight Corps is still retreating." The captain of the Luminous Knight Corps said, "Patriarch, should we retreat? The Tudor Knight Corps are still the ones bearing the brunt of the attack. We can still make it if we leave now!"
Zhang Xiaoman even felt like crying. After an entire night, he was finally of some use!
The power of the absolute domain started annihilating the armor around the hand. The nanomachines kept turning into powder and dissipating. However, no matter how many nanomachines were destroyed by the absolute domain, new nanomachines would always replace them.
The earthen lookout quickly collapsed back into the ground. Wang Yun stuffed the binoculars into Zhang Xiaoman's hands and pointed in the 2 o 'clock direction. "The patriarch of the Tudor clan is over there. Keep a close eye on him! If he shows any signs of waking up, quickly inform the Young Marshal! "
At that time, the remnants of the Pyro Company had retreated northward like stray dogs. All of the strongholds controlled by the Pyro Company had fallen to the Wang Clan's troops. They had seen too many of their comrades die in vain. They were no longer fighting for the survival of the Pyro Company in the Central Plains, but had died to the ambitions of some lunatics.
"Safe."
The patriarch of the Norman clan was wearing heavy armor. He said to the warlock next to him, "Cover me, I'm going to make my move …"
The vines were still trying to attack the patriarch of the Norman clan. However, the patriarch had used some unknown method that caused all the vines to wither as soon as they got within ten meters of him.
"Safe."
He opened his communication channel and reported: "Young Marshal, Wang Wenyan has been killed."
It was not that Chen Jiu was not suspicious enough, but Wang Yun felt that since Chen Jiu was holding a telescope in his hand, it meant that he was not in cahoots with the Wizard family.
"We have to take action," Patriarch Norman said coldly. "Right now, our relationship with the Tudors is as bitter as the lips and teeth. If we wait for the enemy to finish them off, we won't be able to do anything alone. The enemy we're facing this time is too powerful!"
And then … Patriarch Norman saw that arm forcibly pluck away the black Eye of Truth from his hand!
In this 10,000-strong army, one-third of them were T3s, and there were even a large number of T4s and T5s.
This slash did not even hurt his muscle tissue.
"Safe."
"Has that old bastard Tudor not woken up yet?" An old voice roared from the Norman family's camp. "He is simply a good-for-nothing!"
At this moment, what was he fighting for? Was it for money and benefits? No.
Like flying birds, the five T4 warriors used the huge reaction force to leap straight for the roof. While they were still in the air, they had already pulled out their pistols from between their legs and started firing.
"No need," T4 said with a shake of his head.
The patriarch of the Norman clan was stunned. He was surprised to see Ren Xiaosu and "Old Xu" charging at him through the crowd. The triangular formation that was charging at them was like an icebreaker cruising on the ice. Wherever they passed, cracks would appear on the solid ice armor mercilessly, followed by a terrifying cracking sound.
It was not just the vines. Even the Knight and Wizard beside Patriarch Norman were turned into dust in the air.
The captain was stunned for a moment. "What do you mean?"
Was it for the sake of a high position? That was not it either.
An assault column of 180 people was advancing on Ghent City's Iron Crown Avenue. The Northwest Army soldiers who were armed with nuclear bombs made sure to ensure that the angle of their firepower lockdown was in order to deal with any sudden danger.
Ren Xiaosu put the black Eye of Truth into his pocket. "Zhang Xiaoman, where's the patriarch of the Tudor clan?"
Patriarch Norman was stunned. The black Eye of Truth was taken away just like that?!
Before P5092 met these people, even he did not expect the average strength of this remnant battalion to be so high.
But before he could finish speaking, a sniper bullet came from out of nowhere and blasted the warlock next to him into a bloody pulp.
The captain panted heavily and suddenly laughed on the radio. "Sometimes, I really envy these brothers from the Pyro Company. They're all fucking like livestock and don't get tired at all. By the way, why did y'all join the Northwest Army? "
Wang Wenyan, who was shrouded in black smoke, was forced to reform into a human form and fell to the ground together with Wang Yun.
The weaker ones had already been caught up and killed by the Wang Clan.
In each assault column, 12 people were equipped with 40 grenade launchers as a fire support team.
It seemed that the sudden collapse of the patriarch of the Tudor clan had also dealt a huge blow to the morale of the entire Tudor clan.
At this moment, the battlefield was gradually becoming one-sided. The matter of the patriarch of the Tudor clan fainting was like the first domino to fall, and it caused a large-scale chain reaction.
Becoming a man would make her even stronger when carrying out missions.
On the roofs of the buildings on both sides of the street, dozens of archers from the Tudor clan quietly pulled their bowstrings and poked their heads out of the roofs.
When he climbed to the top of the monastery, he suddenly leaped into the darkness ahead of him. "Gotcha!"
Five minutes later, it would be a tough battle. They had already arrived at the enemy's flank.
Wang Wenyan did not argue anymore. Actually, both of them knew it was impossible for either of them to convince the other in an argument like this.
Everyone watched in silence. This T4 combatant must have been in a lot of pain, but he did not make a sound the entire time. This was the war machine that the Pyro Company was so proud of.
During overload exercise, the mouth would secrete more mucus than when it was still to keep the respiratory tract moist.
Wang Wenyan slowly stood up and said coldly, "Is it worth it to overdraft yourself for that unambitious young man?"
They were like fearless warriors as they poured everything they had into regrouping and annihilating their enemies.
The palm-sized bullet spun as it entered within a ten-meter radius of the patriarch of the Norman clan. Then it was like it had encountered a grinder as it was ground into powder bit by bit and dissipated into the air.
In this huge city, Wang Yun constantly adjusted his route as he calculated the enemy's speed and his own.
Bang! Wang Yun aimed at Wang Wenyan's forehead and pulled the trigger!
The company commander stopped in his tracks and whispered into the radio, "Rest for five minutes."
In the war 17 years ago, the Warlock Nation could be considered to have been defeated. But after returning from the war, the old nobility of the Warlock Nation reached a tacit understanding: If they did not admit defeat, they would not return to the war in the future.
The two sides fought together only because as soldiers, they had to obey orders completely and work hard for a common goal. But in reality, they could only be considered acquaintances and not friends.
The soldiers on the rooftops started to retreat, and the five T4 warriors stayed behind to stand guard.
Every time the terrifying and ice-cold black weapon fired, a large number of Knights would fall to the ground.
Following closely behind them were several ordinary soldiers. More than 20 of them went up to the rooftops and started to wipe out the enemies, determined not to leave any blind spots.
Wang Yun got up and pointed his pistol at the other party's head. He smiled and said, "No ideals? Do fanatical lunatics like you have the right to comment on him? "
The company commander was from the 6th Infantry Brigade and had experienced the Battle of Zuoyun Mount. He had been promoted after that battle.
The next moment, a manhole cover in front of Ren Xiaosu was suddenly pushed open by vines. The surging vines pushed all the Knight in front of Ren Xiaosu away like a tidal wave, creating a path for Ren Xiaosu.
The moment he pulled the trigger, Wang Wenyan tried to turn into black smoke again to avoid the bullet's trajectory. However, Wang Yun was prepared for this. The air around him instantly squeezed Wang Wenyan to the point she could not move.
"Do I have to think about the big things every day like you guys do to be considered ideals?" Wang Yun said disdainfully, "Fanatics like you will only make the world worse."
The moment he flew out of the dome, Wang Yun looked down at the street below him and the cloud of black smoke that was quickly shuttling through the light.
These soldiers were wearing Kevlar bulletproof vests, each of which was embedded with steel plates. They also had Fortress 178 standard pistols in holsters on the outside of their thighs. There was even a spare pistol under their ribs next to their bulletproof vests.
But a moment later, someone suddenly climbed up from the rooftops in the area ahead that had not been cleared yet. A gunshot rang out, and a T4 warrior who had yet to get down from the roof was suddenly shot in the thigh.
However, Wang Yun did not even turn around to look at him. Instead, he ran all the way into the shadows of Ghent City at night.
After the shot, blood seeped out of the wound between Wang Wenyan's eyebrows as she collapsed to the ground.
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu, Luo Lan, and the T5 combatants were getting close to the patriarch of the Norman clan.
The invisible air started squeezing inward. To Wang Wenyan, who had turned into black smoke, this was a hunt from her natural enemy!
But everyone knew it would be different after this battle.
These tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of little guys only had one goal — to protect Ren Xiaosu's arm!
Standing on the lookout high above, Wang Yun could even see Chen Jiu, who was also standing on the lookout across from him.
The dozen or so snipers brought by Black Fox were already in position at the high vantage points. Their gazes never lingered on the Knight, who was just a normal person.
The company commander patted the T4 warrior on the shoulder. "Bro, you're tough! Keep going! "
But later, he realized the Pyro Company had fought a fierce battle with the Wang Clan. In a war like this, only the soldiers who were strong enough could complete the retreat plan to the north.
The company commander glanced at him. "Go back to the rear and get some rest. The commander has set up a temporary field hospital at East Tranquility Road. As long as you go back, you'll be treated immediately."
He ran wildly, his half-length hair swaying in the wind due to his rapid movement.
The moment he stepped onto the bridge, two of his bridging teammates suddenly threw him towards the top of the building.
Before tonight, no one would have expected a Central Plains army to appear in Ghent City. Moreover, this army could even hang them up and beat them up in their territory.
Moreover, even if the Northwest Army launched a counterattack, the 1,000-kilometer supply line would still be a problem. When the Northwest Army arrived at the Warlock Nation, the elite Knight Corps and the great warlocks here would naturally teach them a bloody lesson.
Over the past 200 years, the decadent Warlock Empire had formed a mindset that it was impossible for the Northwest Army to launch a counterattack.
The moment the absolute domain was destroyed, the sniper bullets descended again. The gunshots in the dark were like a judgment, announcing the end of life.
Every time he passed an intersection, countless choices would form in his mind. It was like a multiple-choice question in an exam. However, Wang Yun had to choose the most correct one.
"Young Marshal, he hasn't woken up yet. He's moving towards your ten o 'clock. It seems like he's trying to retreat," Zhang Xiaoman replied excitedly.
Many people thought this was just a face-slapping spell that was specifically used to slap people in the face, and it could only be used to slap people in the face.
"Wait, where are you going?" Zhang Xiaoman shouted.
The other party was like a large-scale killing weapon hiding in the crowd. It would be fine if he did not attack, but if he found an opportunity to attack, the 6th Field Combat Division would probably suffer heavy losses.
"We just want to live a good life on that land, grow vegetables, build irrigation works, develop trade, and build roads. What's so bad about that?" Wang Yun spat on the ground.
As the assault column continued to advance, the voices of the soldiers at the front kept coming over the radio.
Wang Yun enjoyed this feeling. He liked it!
The T4 combatant who was shot stood up and said, "There's no need. It's a lead bullet."
Ren Xiaosu shouted from the crowd, "9 o 'clock!"
"Safe."
"Alcohol and gauze." The T4 combatant simply treated his wound and stood up again. "Let's keep moving. I'm fine."
"Zhou Yingxue, have the vines reached my feet? Clear the obstacles for me!" Ren Xiaosu yelled into his earpiece.
The strongest brain in the Northwest was completely overloaded by this inexplicable pursuit.
The troops that Black Fox had brought from Stronghold 144 could be said to be armed to the teeth.
They could not even move.
"T4, go up the wall. T3, build the bridge," the company commander ordered coldly on the radio.
The previously injured T4 combatant smiled and said, "It's very simple. After Commander P5 found us, he only said one thing, and we followed him to the Northwest."
But the warlocks never expected that someone from the Central Plains would actually learn from their secret key and open the Gate of War in their own homes.
Some of the warlocks were sniped and killed as soon as they took out the Eye of Truth.
Even if they were to be destroyed, they would not hesitate to do so.
However, after the other party cast this spell, no other spells appeared. It seemed to be a continuous spell that could not be interrupted.
A moment later, Wang Yun saw a strange figure at the edge of the battlefield!
Wang Yun was wearing a black combat uniform, and the black steel-toed combat boots on his feet were creaking due to the immense pressure. The sounds of fighting on the battlefield in the distance were extremely clear, but he could only hear his own voice at this moment.
"Where are we going?" The patriarch of the Norman family said coldly, "Are we going to abandon Ghent City?"
Therefore, the soldiers who were still alive in this unit were all elites.
The fleeing civilians and the cavalrymen who had just joined the battlefield were all like a noisy farce. There were even some Knight and warlocks who were sneaking away from Ghent City.
This made him feel like his mind was clearer than ever!
Chen Jiu was shocked. But before he could think about whether he should greet her or not, the other party's gaze shifted elsewhere again.
But no one could have expected that this hand would be able to take away the black Eye of Truth!
"What else can we do?" Wang Wenyan sneered. "What plans do you people in the Northwest have now?"
"Old Ji, put me down!" Wang Yun roared.
Half an hour later, the assault column arrived at the edge of the battlefield. After turning another corner, they could roughly see the chaotic defensive positions of the Knight Corps.
A soldier angrily raised the muzzle of a grenade launcher and pulled the trigger. The grenade left a long white trail of smoke in the night sky as it accurately struck. A huge explosion suddenly erupted on top of the building, and the hidden enemy was sent flying by the explosion.
Two streams of blood flowed out of his nostrils. This was a side effect of overexerting his brain, but he would recover after resting for a while. Wang Yun did not take it to heart.
Supply lines? There was no need for them anymore.
The company commander said on the radio, "It's a local rifle. Cover the area with grenades at 11 o 'clock."
Although Fortress 178 was gradually getting stronger, the Northwest Army had never attacked the territory of the warlock nation before.
If they encountered a large-scale cavalry attack or a siege, they would have to react quickly and clear the obstacles for the assault column.
Wang Yun calmed down. "Be a good person in your next life. Don't kill people for no reason again."
Time ticked by on the streets of Ghent City. Everyone fell silent again and adjusted their state of mind. The company commander looked at his watch and counted down the time.
…
As the enemy retreated to the roof and was no longer in the firing range, the assault column's gunfire could not penetrate the roof for the time being.
The T4 combatant was caught off guard and rolled off the roof. Several soldiers below quickly caught him and helped him reduce the impact.
To prevent any accidents, Wang Yun even shot the T4 combatant in the heart twice. It was not until he was sure that the T4 combatant was dead that he heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the ground to catch his breath.
The reason the warlocks were wearing their armor was because of the two face-slapping incidents at Winston Cathedral by the Shadow Door.
Everything he did was for the sake of protecting the beauty of the Northwest together with everyone, as well as the desire to work together!
The massive Stronghold 144 had become the forward operating base for this war. Even casualties could be immediately sent back to the temporary field hospital at Stronghold 144 to receive the best treatment.
At that time, even a dignified death was a temptation for this group of Pyro Company warriors who had strong beliefs.
The Eye of Truth was the foundation of a warlock's spellcasting. Without the Eye of Truth, their sorcery would naturally be destroyed.
All of the soldiers were hugging the automatic rifles they were carrying tightly. They held the rifles with their left hands while their right hands were ready to pull the trigger at any time.
However, Wang Yun did not even cry out in pain. He was lying on the ground and laughing out loud as though he had gone crazy.
When he looked at Chen Jiu, Chen Jiu also happened to be looking at him. The two of them raised their binoculars and looked at each other.
In fact, the warlocks were not wrong. There were many things to be done in Fortress 178, and they really did not have the ability to build a long supply line yet.
Patriarch Norman held the Eye of Truth tightly, but how could his grip be as strong as Ren Xiaosu's? At that moment, he felt like his fingers were about to break, so he had no choice but to let go!
With that, the assault column rushed out of the street. Although they were afraid, they had no intention of retreating.
When the lead bullet hit the T4 combatant's leg, it did not even penetrate the muscle tissue completely. It only left a wound on the epidermis.
However, at that moment, the Norman family head suddenly saw a black shadow door open before him. Then, an armoured arm extended out from it.
…
For more than 200 years after The Cataclysm, the Magus Nation had a lofty arrogance towards the Middle Continent.
"I know you're a woman." Wang Yun sneered, "I already knew that back in the Sacred Mountains of the Pyro Company. That's why I can't bring you to see the Young Marshal. I can't let him bear the infamy of killing a woman. Let me bear that infamy instead."
It had to be said that Ren Xiaosu's decision to let P5092 abduct the remnants of the Pyro Company's troops was definitely a wise move.
At this moment, a sniper bullet traversed several hundred meters and arrived. However, the defensive spell around the other party's body was able to quickly annihilate even the powerful sniper bullet.
With two thuds, the two of them fell heavily onto the stone pavement. While they were falling, Wang Yun had already disarmed all of Wang Wenyan's weapons with the Air Shield.
Wherever they went, none of the Knight Corps' soldiers could stop them.
A flurry of shouts and screams erupted from the rooftops before falling silent again.
They did not have the time to improve their resistance to pressure, nor did they know how to better defend against the mastermind behind the scenes. The great warlocks thought they might as well put on their armor. At least it would not look too bad if they got slapped in the face.
"Alright, I've been waiting for you," Zhou Yingxue replied.
The splattered blood even splattered through the gaps in the patriarch's visor and into his eyes.
It was rare, but not impossible.
Five minutes later, he said calmly on the radio, "Is everyone ready? The Young Marshal is still waiting for us. Let's go!"
The patriarch of the Norman clan stood where he was and could not move as he continued to cast spells. As such, he could only watch helplessly as the arm resisted the power of annihilation and slowly extended towards him. It was as though it was penetrating steel with its will, slowly but firmly.
After saying that, he controlled "Old Xu" to charge in the 9 o 'clock direction. Meanwhile, the 22 T5 warriors, Big Bluff, Luo Lan, and the heroic spirit quickly moved to his flanks and charged forward in an arrowhead formation.
No matter when, Wang Wenyan would always face the outside world as a man. It was the same in both Luoyang City and the warlock nation. But she was indeed a woman. It was just that her short hair and clean attire, as well as her relatively androgynous appearance, allowed her to conceal her true gender.
The sound of gunfire was crisp and decisive. The powerful suppressive firepower forced the archers to retreat.
Since they were born, they only had one mission, and that was to be driven by the will of humans to become true war machines.
But now, as a mature intelligence agent, it was only right for them to make use of all the conditions to create an opportunity for themselves.
Five soldiers immediately dashed out from the assault column. They carried their firearms diagonally on their backs, and next to each of them were two comrades who formed a "bridge" with their hands.
It was as though there was an absolute domain around them that was absolutely safe.
Under normal circumstances, lead bullets were relatively soft, so they would completely release their kinetic energy when they hit the target. The shattered lead bullets would directly cause a trumpet-shaped wound. If it was not treated in time, it could even cause the wounded to suffer from lead poisoning. When the lead entered the bloodstream, it could even destroy the entire blood circulation system.
To be honest, the integration process between the Pyro Company and the 6th Infantry Brigade might not be that good. After all, they were two different fighting forces, and they had not known each other for long either.
The armored patriarch of the Norman clan stood in the absolute domain. His black visor looked like it was silently mocking him.
Everything that had happened in the past, the life of intrigue, and the unfulfilled dreams had all vanished into thin air.
Now that he thought about it, Big Bluff had said to him through the dark cage in that secret prison, "Prosper in the Northwest," it felt like fate.
"Check the wound," the company commander ordered.
But before they could take aim, several soldiers from the assault column on the street had already discovered them and fired a series of shots.
Among the tens of thousands of Knight regiments, there were not only men but also horses. In such a chaotic situation, it would be almost impossible for Ren Xiaosu to find the patriarch of the Norman clan on his own.
The assault column that had circled around to the enemy's flank was like a sharp knife stabbing into the enemy's ribs!
"What kind of dream is that?" Wang Wenyan said coldly.
Wang Wenyan said coldly, "I'm a woman, and I'm the Wang Clan's field intelligence officer. I request that Fortress 178 grant me diplomatic immunity."
While he was still in midair, Wang Yun's eyes suddenly turned silver. He stretched out his palms towards the black smoke. "Capture!"
Panting, footsteps, and route!
With that, he used a dagger to cut open a small part of his pants to reveal the wound inside.
"Turn right!" Wang Yun suddenly ran towards a monastery in Ghent City. He weaved through the rooftops, and every step he took was calculated and precise.
"Turn left!" Wang Yun turned left and leaped onto the roof of a short building.
T 402992 said with a smile, "Commander P5 told us to follow him. He'll let us die with dignity on the battlefield."
There were also strange vines that kept bursting out of the ground and reaping lives in large swaths.
The city, the lights, the walls, the swords, the guns, and the people — all of this formed a huge memory of data in Wang Yun's mind. But at this moment, he threw all of this noise to the back of his mind. There was only one obsession left in his mind.
However, a T4 combatant was clearly different from a normal person. Moreover, the quality of lead bullets in the Warlock Nation was far inferior to that in the Middle East.
The T4 combatant took out a first aid kit and wiped his dagger with alcohol. Then he forcefully scraped off the palm-sized wound to prevent the lead bullet from affecting the blood system and leaving any sequelae.
Wang Yun was still surveying the battlefield with his binoculars. His gaze started wandering around the edge of the battlefield.
"The rooftops are safe," a T4 combatant said.
They could plunder people and resources, and they could even plunder gold, silver, and other valuables. Every war was initiated by the Warlock Nation.
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