Chapter 1301： ambush!

The warm wind is awkward, and the green grass seems to be contaminated with a layer of halo that spreads toward the horizon.

A group of birds with colorful wings screamed and jumped cheerfully in the grass, and there seemed to be nothing to disturb them.

But in this beautiful picture, there is an unpleasant smell of rancid smell, which has been permeated in the air for a long time.

When the grass was swayed by the wind, a rotten corpse was revealed, and the weapon that was full of the gap was thrown aside. Some broken arrows were inserted in the body. Because of the worming of the worm, the body was broken. It looks awkward.

The wind is getting bigger and bigger, and more corpses are revealed. They are lying on the grass, and most of them are fragmented.

"Hey..."

A ghoul drilled out of the cave on the ground, agilely dragged a corpse into the ground, and then drilled out to drag the second corpse in a few minutes...

Seen from a height, this green grass is covered with crippled bodies. From time to time, there will be large holes with a diameter of more than one meter. It is the ghoul's lair, which accumulates the bodies they collected from the battlefield.

Obviously there has been a fierce battle here, the bodies of the defeated people are ignored, and all are randomly thrown here in the corpse wilderness.

Not long after, a heavy footstep came and scared the corpse trying to drag the body back into the cave.

However, they quickly came out again, staring at the blood-red eyes, and kept watching them in the direction of the sound.

This is a group of patrols composed of wizards, knights, and elite soldiers. Everyone is fully armed. They are slowly marching on the grasslands, and they are alert to the surrounding winds.

At the forefront of the team is an ordinary soldier armed with a knives and a gas can rifle. The soldiers who follow him are either equipped with the same gas can rifle or with a bow and arrow spear, which is very messy.

The number of ordinary soldiers is about one hundred people, followed by the knights riding the horses. The number is fifteen. Everyone wears armor with runes and the weapons used are varied.

Around these knights, they followed their attendants, and the equipment was a bit simplistic, but it was not much better.

Several sorcerers wearing black robes were among the ranks, and the masks of the shackles blocked their looks, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes, and a hint of cold and cold air around them.

With the increasing number of monks in the city near St. Dragon City, the Third Army of the Wizarding World also rapidly increased its troops. These knights and wizards were one of the recruits who came in and patrolled with the soldiers who had participated in several battles. .

On the battlefield, the patrols only glanced at the bodies in the grass and then continued to patrol along a fixed route.

As the war gradually eased, the number of battles between the two sides became less and less, and even news had come, and the rear is already preparing for the retreat.

After unexpectedly winning the early victory, the top five rings of the mainland have been extremely satisfied with the harvest. They think that they should be close to the harvest, so as not to fall into the quagmire of war.

Once the spiritual war zone is ready and counter-attacked, the situation will be extremely detrimental to the wizard camp.

However, some high-level executives do not agree to retreat. They think that it is a pity to give up the immediate results. If they withdraw now, they will undoubtedly lose a lot of benefits.

The two sides have been arguing over this matter, and they have been unable to produce a result. The front line can only choose to stick to it because they do not have a clear order.

Among the ordinary soldiers, there are also some new recruits. They are still curious about the newly equipped tank rifles, and they play with them from time to time.

So far, only the Third Army has equipped such weapons, and other legions simply cannot see them.

On the way to walking, there are also new recruits who inquire about the battlefield from time to time. Obviously, before coming here, someone has told them about the difference between this and other battlefields.

"Don't worry, although the gang of monks likes to shoot cold guns, as long as you hear the gunshots kneel down, there will be basically no problem!"

A veteran in the team looked at the nervous young man around him, lowered his voice and reminded him, and patted his heavy rifle on his shoulder. He said with pride: "This is the last time I seized the spoils. Someone bids. I haven't sold a hundred gold coins. How is it?"

The young soldier smiled and touched the bulky gas tank rifle in his hand and smiled. "I still use it comfortably and feel very practical!"

"When you have played a few times, you will definitely not think so again!"

The veteran licked his mouth and showed a trace of disdain, and he was reluctant to argue with the new soldier.

Passing through the grass, there is an empty gravel beach in front, and a small river is not far ahead. The patrols often rest there to eat.

"Everyone is uplifting, pay attention to the surrounding area, and immediately alert you if there is an abnormal situation!"

The patrol captain riding on the battlefield looked around for a while. He warned the soldiers in front of him that the battles of the previous time made the patrols lose a lot and had to add some rookies without any experience, which also worried the patrol captain.

Although there are many knights and wizards in these recruits, but they have never fought against enemies using gun weapons. God knows what it would be like to fight.

Just want to remind the teammates around me, I heard a whisper from the distance, a blood hole appeared on the patrol captain's chest, and fell directly from the war.

"boom!"

Another sigh of relief came, walking in the front of the team, a gas column mixed with dirt and smoke rising from the sky, surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers flew directly to the sky, blood and residual limbs fly high and then heavy fall.

Before the patrols returned, the dozens of figures were slammed into the grass hundreds of meters away, and the intensive gunshots sounded.

The soldiers who were caught off guard fell into pieces. Several horses of the knights were also hit by bullets, or they screamed down on the ground, or the belly was torn open by the hard, dragging the intestines everywhere.

"Your Majesty, fast counterattack!"

Although they were suddenly attacked, under the command of experienced veterans, these patrols did not make a mess, but quickly used the bodies and pits as shelters to counter the enemies not far away.

"Hey!"

The unique sound of the gas tank rifle sounded, and a metal projectile flew toward the opposite enemy, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier when it was about to touch the enemy.

Looking at the blocked projectiles, the patrols were shocked. Only then did they notice that the enemies had a black cylinder in front of them, and the energy light curtain that blocked the projectile was emitted by it.

"Damn, what is this ghost thing?"

Leaving the bullets that were swept in the face, the veterans in the patrol screamed and revealed a trace of doubt.

The weapons used by these monks in the city are very fast, and they are completely different from the heavy rifles used in the past. They completely suppress the tank rifles used by the patrol players!

With the bullets whistling overhead, the veteran had no time to think about it. When he just found the opportunity to shoot, he saw that the knights had already manipulated the horses and rushed toward the enemy.

"Damn, this idiot!"

The veteran secretly cursed and was very disappointed with the reckless knights.

These guys are simply looking for death. It is estimated that they have not yet rushed to the enemy, and they have already been screened by bullets!

Sure enough, on the way of these knights, the dense bullets have shrouded them. Even though these knights have stimulated energy protection, they still can't stop the hugely explosive projectiles.

"Puff puff!"

A **** flower came out of the knight's body, and the horse screamed and fell to the ground. Although it was only a few hundred meters away from the enemy, they could not die more than this.