Relying on the power of science and technology, the Terran has won the first place in this unprecedented decisive battle and seized a huge advantage!
It's not just a fire net on the ground.
Above the sky.
Patches of UAVs roar past, forming a series of black clouds. Using the accurate guidance system, it also causes terrible damage to the demon!
"No, if we go on like this, these ghosts will kill all our warriors!"
"Let's go to Davari! Find the commanding point and knock those things down! "
As we all know.
Among the ten cities in the lost world, the bowmen in dawari city are the most powerful. Their powerful crossbows are bigger than the average human race, and they can't be controlled by those who have not stretched their arms.
This also contributed to the fact that the bowmen of dawari were all excellent generals selected from thousands of miles.
Besides, there is a black bamboo forest next to dawari, where the toughness and elasticity of the black bamboo are the most lost!
As a result, it has created the bows and crossbows of the lost world!
Under the dense rain of shells, the archers of up to 2000 people in dawari took action. They found the buildings and high ground that had not been destroyed by the war and began to climb!
Stretch the arm and pull the string.
His eyes were sharp.
Aim at the iron knot in the sky.
Bow like a full moon!
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
A javelin thick arrow whistling through the air, friction out of the flame, scrambling to see, toward the sky Wuyang Wuyang UAV shot away!
"Bang Bang..."
It is well-known for the bow and crossbow troops of the whole lost world.
Under the impact, a group of sparks burst out one after another, and once again brought brilliant fireworks to the battlefield.
"Go on!"
"Shoot!"
Watching the Terran air weapons fall out of control in the round after round of shooting, Da Wali's general Geda can't help smiling.
If a war reporter can capture this scene, winning a Pulitzer Prize will be like searching for something!
All of a sudden.
Gotha's laughter stagnated, his brows wrinkled and his eyes twinkled.
A sense of coolness grew inexplicably, then spread rapidly, and his back began to be filled with cold waves.
The keen intuition of the strong reminds him that someone is staring at him.
The whole body subconsciously tense, in addition to the cold accident, Gotha felt the threat.
Creak
He quietly clenched the big weapon of deterring the lost world, a terrible chopping saber!
Of course.
It's not too much to say that it's an elephant chopping knife.
Because it's so big and generous!
It doesn't matter whether such a weapon is sharp or not, because with its weight, few people can bear it.
Then, Gotha turned around and looked behind him at a wall about 30 meters away.
Sure enough!
A Terran wearing a headscarf is standing there quietly staring at himself.
From the neck, it's covered with complicated lines.
More than eight feet makes him strong and tall in the human world!
"Who are you?"
Strong voice with a strong sense of evil, Gotha eyes slightly narrowed, ferocious expression, people shudder.
"The Holy Alliance of the Terrans."
"Head of the fifth Legion."
"Sacco!"
It's a Terran!
What's more, he's a commander of the army?!
According to the power system of the Terran, this position is even higher than their city master!
Gotha's heart tightened subconsciously, then grinned grimly.
"Well come!"
"Just take your head
Before he heard it, he jumped forward like a cheetah.
Move like a bow, send like thunder!
Clench the terrible chopping sabre, and your whole body muscles are like a hill. The chopping Sabre is held high above your head, with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain, as if you want to split the king into two!
Roar!
As the saying goes, a long, a strong, an inch short, an inch risk.
However, it's hard to avoid being too flexible when wielding such a huge weapon. Even though this defect has been weakened to the maximum by the powerful power of Gotha, in the duel between the experts, although the chopping saber is surging and oppressing, it's also too slow.
Sark took a step on his side to avoid the terrible knife. In a moment, it was like an earthquake. Under the huge impact, the ground could not bear the heavy load and collapsed immediately.
Gotha's eyes were bloodthirsty. He immediately raised his head and saw that the attack was defeated. He immediately wanted to lift the knife and cut it again. But at this time, Sark had jumped up and swung his right leg horizontally. His castration was like a whip, and he was solid on Gotha's side of the brain!"Pa!"
Gotha's head was forced to tilt, and his whole body flew to the side. Fortunately, the terrible chopper slowed down his momentum and made a deep mark on the ground.
Twenty or thirty meters later, Gotha kept his balance, shook his head, spit bloody saliva on the ground with a "bah" sound, and then stared at Sark, his eyes gradually congested.
This kind of injury is nothing to him, but it is an unbearable shame.
"Look at the world more, because you won't be able to see it soon."
With a roar, he rushed with his knife. He learned from the experience of the last time. He changed the chop to sweep, as if he wanted to cut his opponent's back!
Although the dragonfly's body is still a little bit ahead of time, but the reaction speed is still as slow as thunder.
"Bang!"
The surging force of the wrist, Gotha face slightly changed, can only watch the chopper fell to the ground.
At the same time.
Without saying a word, Sark turned defense into attack, stepped forward to close to his body, and used his whole body joints as weapons to launch a close hand fight with Gotha!
As a Pharaonic king, sak kneaded yoga into martial arts. In terms of body flexibility, there are few people in the world today.
It's open and close, and it's tricky and sharp.
Gotha had no chance to lift the knife again. In an instant, his body had suffered many blows.
The sound was as rapid as a drum.
The blood began to overflow from the corner of his mouth, and he was losing.
This kind of level of duel, once lost the opportunity, it is difficult to get back.
His body is as strong as iron, but he has nothing to do except roar.
"Weaker than you think."
Sark finally said a word, and then with his palm as a knife, from top to bottom, with the power of thunder, he just smashed on Gotha's tianlinggai.
"Pa!"
If Godard is struck by lightning, his face is stagnant, his mind is empty for a moment, and then his turbulent power spreads down, and he can't help kneeling down.
The expressionless Sark then raised his right leg and kicked forward mercilessly. Without any dazzling skills, he hit Gotha's forehead neatly and simply.
"Bang!"
Gotha head rate has been Yang, and then spread the whole body, the whole person decadent toward the back of the explosion.