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Black bags filled with sand were stacked up into barricades on Hope Street in Banlo City.
The barricades were connected to the trenches at the center of the street. They were used to prevent the Federation's soldiers from sneaking behind the Brown Rebels.
Several civilian soldiers in brown vests were hiding behind black leather bags. They were drinking beer as they talked about the unbelievable things that happened today.
"Did you hear? Five thousand soldiers surrounded three enemy generals, but they managed to escape unharmed. That's so f * * ked up," a soldier with a big nose said.
"I told you, the Federation's soldiers must have powerful Mages. We only won because the Federation's soldiers didn't react in time. (Sigh), I'm so stupid. Why did I jump in? If we lose, we won't even have a place to stay. "
"There are still a few hours left. Let's find a place to hide when the battle starts."
A few soldiers whispered among themselves. At this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of someone stepping on the glass.
"Who's there?" The soldier with a big nose turned around.
"Tourists, we are tourists from Asia. We want to pass through here. Our embassy is over there," Mo Fan said with an honest smile.
"The battle has been going on for so long, yet you are still here. If you are still wandering around the street in four hours, I guarantee you will die a horrible death!" the soldier with a big nose scolded them.
"Aren't we afraid of dying? Can you please let us pass?" Mo Fan said.
At this time, the other militia member who was drinking beer stood up. He looked drunk, and no one knew how much he had drunk. He looked very irritable.
"Are we just going to let them pass? What if they are from the Federation's army? "the drunk soldier said.
Mubai was standing behind Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan. They were pretending to be ordinary civilians. Mubai would intervene if he noticed something was wrong.
Mubai would not show any mercy to them to prevent them from alerting the Federation.
After all, they were in a war zone. Showing mercy would only bring him more trouble.
"Sigh, they're just a few youngsters. Why make things difficult for them? Young man, hurry up and leave. In the future, don't come to countries like ours. Isn't it good to travel to Europe? "The big-nosed militiaman seemed to be very kind.
"Europe isn't peaceful either," Zhao Manyan added.
"Then stay in your own country. Are you Chinese or Japanese? Sigh, it doesn't matter where you're from, it's better than here. Hurry up and go back," the militiaman with the big nose said.
As he said these words, he had already ordered the other brothers to remove the obstacles and let Mofan and the other two pass.
However, the drunkard did not give up and stood in front of the three of them.
"I hate this kind of Asian gigolo the most. My woman was played by a rich Japanese. She came back to me with a pregnancy report, and I sold her directly to the brothel." The drunken militiaman twisted Zhao Manyan's collar, and the smell of alcohol from his body sprayed onto Zhao Manyan's face.
"Enough!!" The militiaman with the big nose pushed the drunkard away and said impatiently, "How can you blame others for your own actions? You were killing people for no reason before, and now you want to make things difficult for a few unrelated youngsters. You're already in your forties, yet you don't do anything serious. How can you blame your woman for running away with someone else? "
The drunkard stood up and glared at the militiaman with the big nose.
"What, are you going to do something to me? I'm the captain of the militia. Before we lose this battle, I'm your boss. Show some respect," the militiaman with the big nose said in a firm tone.
"Humph, militia, to put it bluntly, you're just cannon fodder. You really think too highly of yourself." The drunkard suppressed his anger in the end, but his eyes were looking at Zhao Manyan and the others even more viciously.
The militiaman with the big nose waved his hand and let the three of them pass through the roadblock.
Mofan hurriedly thanked him.
"Be careful along the way. Although we started the war first, the Federation Army isn't anything good," the militiaman with the big nose reminded them.
"Uncle, thank you so much."
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After passing through the roadblock, the three immediately found a building and hid in the kitchen of a restaurant.
"There are still a lot of good people in this world," Zhao Manyan exclaimed sincerely.
He untied the clothes wrapped around his arm, and blood immediately gushed out from the wound on his arm.
The three of them were injured to varying degrees. The defense of their magic armor and shields was not absolute. Zhao Manyan's arm was cut by the Wind Gear Wheel of the Wind Battleship.
Mubai's back was scorched by the Wind Gear Wheel. It looked like he had been tortured by the Fire Hoof.
Mofan had more injuries, but his flesh was a lot stronger than the other two, and he was able to recover faster. He was fine, apart from the exhaustion from using his Lightning Element too frequently.
The three of them had finally escaped from the terrifying encirclement of the Federation Army. They did not dare to move any further, considering their current condition.
They decided to withdraw from the Brown Army's territory and head to the other side of the city.
The Brown Army was still searching the streets. They did not dare to kill the soldiers in their way with their magic, so they decided to disguise themselves as ordinary people.
Luckily, they had stumbled into a Brown Militia Captain with a conscience. Otherwise, they would have attracted a huge group of Brown Army soldiers. They would not even have a chance to catch their breath.
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"What should we do now? The Brown Army has taken over the western half of the city. Even if we take a detour, we will still stumble into their trenches and roadblocks. They have too many people!" Zhao Manyan said.
"The Federation Army will be here in four hours. It looks like we have no choice but to take advantage of the Federation Army's counterattack to reach the Scorching River, "Mofan said.
"Are you kidding me? The three of us will be no different than ants if we are stuck in the middle of a war. It's tens of thousands of people against tens of thousands of people, and they are all Mages! "Zhao Manyan said.
"Including the militia, it's close to a hundred thousand people," Mubai corrected him.
Zhu Meng was right.
The city was going to turn into a war zone. The scale of the war was going to reach a terrifying level.
A Super Mage could take on a hundred, or even a thousand Mages at once, but would they be able to take on an army of tens of thousands of Mages?
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