When the lords of the loader's lords arrived at the battlefield, I found that the scene was extremely out of control.

In the grand venue covered with blood and limbs, there were two parties silently confronting each other, but they were unusually quiet.

The number of people was so large that the town guards had already lost their troops to the point of almost collapse. The last thirty people were panting with weapons in their hands, looking vigilantly at the terrifying enemy in front of them. Among them, there were only three crossbowmen left, and twenty-seven or eight armored soldiers surrounded them with machetes and trapped the invaders in them.

The invader who had been so fierce that he was now leaning against a stone without knowing his life and death, half-sitting and half-sitting, was surrounded by an astonishing number of dead bodies and bloodstains. It seemed that he had a horrifying battle here, and finally fell here due to exhaustion.

The one who took the invader's life in the end seemed not to be a certain killing attack or a fatal attack. The countless arrow branches spread all over his body, which penetrated into his body through the gaps in the plate armor in different lengths, and slowly took his life as the vitality passed.

"Did you kill him?"

After leading his subordinates in a Geely suit led his subordinates to the battlefield, they immediately carried out a scattered line pattern to cover each other and pushed forward, eliminating the risks on the road bit by bit before they came to the town guards.

The town guard commander was exhausted, but he didn't even mean to shake at all. He looked at the invader in front of him seriously: "Unsure...but he had no movement since five minutes ago..."

The leader of the direct troops waved his hand, and the battle group behind him rushed forward quickly. The two teams had eight people holding guns and surrounded the dead bodies in front of them. They shot without hesitation and shot in one round.

Even at a very close distance, the bullets they fired still bounced from the front of the plate armor, failing to cause any injuries. Then they immediately changed their strategy and began to shoot at the connection where the arrows were, instantly knocking the wound to the skin and flesh, expanding the wound of the arrows, but still failing to penetrate the armor.

What achieved the final result was a brave advanceer who rushed forward and pulled off the stone war mask from the invader's head, revealing an unrecognizable face with blood flowing.

At that moment, the leader of the direct troops found that the town guards beside him took a step back, and the commander closest to him even took a breath of air.

The survivors present held their breath at that moment, fearing that the fierce and violent figure in front of them would return to their original state again, slowly get up from the ground, stirring up bloody storm again as if they were awakened from a big dream.

This aura even infected the elites under his command. Several people took the initiative to avoid it, as if they were about to roll on the tactics next to him when they had a disagreement.

This situation is not a good phenomenon. For an invincible team, there is fear of a single intruder! And such fear is not awe and belief in the leader, but a fear of an inability to defeat the enemy!

"Shoot and kill!"

Originally, he wanted to go up to check the identity of the deceased, but the increasingly solemn atmosphere around him seemed to make it impossible to break the silence even if he fired a gun. In such an environment, the first reaction in his mind was to destroy the person in front of him. No matter what, he had to shoot!

The gunshots rang out again, and this time, undoubtedly heading towards the biggest weakness, the head.

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Therefore, more than a dozen consecutive shots of rifle ammunition hit the dead man's head accurately and ruthlessly, smashing his head into pieces all over the ground. The headless corpse could not be controlled and fell into the dust, and there was no possibility of survival again.

For some reason, when the town guard commander breathed a sigh of relief beside him, a doubt finally surfaced in his mind.

"You confirm he is the invader?"

The voice of the leader of the direct troops began to be severe, his eyes pierced on the commander like a steel needle. The following troops behind him also came to hear this and raised their guns to aim at the surviving guards.

But the commander in front of him seemed to have not felt the malice that was coming to his face. He looked at the headless corpse in a daze, and suddenly took off his dusty helmet, revealing his face that was beyond imagination.

The facial features of this face are ordinary and casual, and there is no place to praise it alone. Only on this angular and firm face makes people feel a kind of trust, as if he is a standing mountain mausoleum, and countless years cannot shake his will.

The commander of the town guards muttered to himself a few words. It was not until a ray of sweat slid down his forehead, passed his nose and fell to the ground that he truly woke up and said loudly: "Diet! He is finally dead! Of course it is him! Look at his armor, will that be fake?!"

Hearing this sentence, the leader of the direct troops thought deeply, looked at the indestructible plate armor, and carefully analyzed the scene in front of him.

Although he did not go to personally check the appearance of the deceased, his equipment was definitely not fake. Otherwise, how would he explain that the plate armor can withstand close-range rifle shooting?

Since his weapons were gone and his protective armor could not protect him, it would be natural for this madman to die.

"How did you kill him?" The leader of the direct troops asked cautiously. His biggest doubt was how these cold weapon troops destroyed the demons in front of him. In their eyes, this invader was a character that was difficult to deal with.

The commander of the town guards looked at him with a serious face and looked around at the heavy losses of the troops around him. "If he hadn't been careless and underestimated the enemy, and wanted to kill them all when we were cheating and fleeing, I would not be able to ambush him with a crossbowman, and successfully trapped his actions with sword and shield soldiers, and finally broke through the gap in the armor to complete the attack..."

"This is not a simple task. You even exceeded the lord's expectations!" The leader of the direct troops sighed, and looked at the trembling slaves not far away with some confusion. "Strange, why did so many slaves run away? Are there so many untouchables here?"

"This is all released by the invader! Before he died, he bit the guards in front of him like a mad dog, and chased almost all of my crossbowmen..."

He was about to take a step forward, but his steps staggered and almost fell in front of the leader of the direct troops. Fortunately, an armored soldier threw away the machete in his hand and went forward to support him, which avoided the tragedy of falling head-on.

The leader of the direct troops couldn't help but stretch out his hand, holding the young man in front of him who had fought bloody battles, and finally gave the order loudly.
Chapter completed!