V6.Chapter 127

No one stepped back.

It's not because of the bravery of the yellow sand corps, but it's too late, or too late to react.

When Shahu called out this sentence, it was too late.

The heavy gunfire was still roaring in the air.

All the high-level officials in the East Imperial Palace have already taken action at the same time.

Mixed with countless forces and swords, the pseudo domain is like a bomb. Several thunder realm masters push the pseudo domain at the same time, and the pseudo domain drives the constantly shaking transport plane.

It's like two dark clouds coming suddenly.

The light suddenly dimmed in the desert.

The huge body of the transport plane blocked out the sun.

Countless soldiers of the yellow sand Corps raised their heads.

The space above the line of sight is distorted, but the huge fuselage of the transport plane is extremely bright, getting closer and closer.

There is still artillery fire in the yellow sand Corps.

It's happening so fast that there's no time for other people to make any changes.

What's changed is the pseudo domain.

The distorted pseudo domain was completely smashed under the artillery fire, and the transport plane with a large amount of ammunition was exposed to the artillery fire.

Falling, shaking, deforming

"No!"

Sand tiger's desperate roar suddenly rang out.

Explosion.

In the quiet desert there was the first loud noise since the blockade began.

shaking heaven and earth.

The air wave generated by the explosion brought up a large area of yellow sand, blended with the strong fire, and the black smoke rose madly, covering everything.

The wreckage of the transport plane kept exploding, the fire was raging, countless flesh and blood mixed with worldly wisdom spewed out in the fire, there was no scream and wail within the loud noise, the violent roar occupied everything, the whole yellow sand army had no time to build the complete base, in an instant, it turned into a real Shura hell.

Blood, death, sand, fire, smoke.

Under the sun, the East Palace, which cut off its retreat for the first time, turned everything into an irreparable scene.

The nightmares are rapidly gathering.

At this point, no one hesitated or even regretted.

Because it's meaningless.

Yellow sand in the desert is like an army of mountains and seas.

Rush through.

We can only rush through!

The fire is still burning.

The explosion has faded away.

The garrison of the yellow sand army is almost in ruins.

A large number of mutilated bodies were exposed to the sun.

Many of the surviving soldiers got up at a loss and completely forgot what they should do.

In the huge explosion, it was lucky that they didn't die. At this moment, there was no sound from outside.

Messy, dilapidated, embarrassed.

Lin leisurely squints at this scene, his eyes are calm without any emotion.

The nightmare Legion is fully assembled behind him.

Neat, clean and resolute.

His eyes directly over the front of the yellow sand corps, looking to the next line of defense.

The fifth line of defense is the only special brigade in the northern Xinjiang Military Region.

Code name: wasteland.

The corner of Lin leisurely's mouth moved. Before he could speak, a roar burst out.

In the shining thunder, Changsha Hu, a ferocious and venomous yellow sand Army division, almost threw himself at Lin youyou with all his strength.

Lin leisurely and casually raised his hand and grasped Shahu's fist.

Under the great power, his body did not move.

Click.

Lin leisurely arm slightly a shake, clear fragmentation sound, sand tiger's whole arm completely smashed.

Shahu snorted, biting his teeth. Under the pain, his face became more and more distorted.

"You... You started this war!"

He stares at Lin leisurely. His complex tone seems to contain countless negative emotions.

"You fired first."

Lin leisurely voice is soft and flat.

"If you don't come, all this, all this in front of you, won't happen at all!"

Shahu screamed like crazy.

He is an expert in thunderbolt, but he just managed to enter the thunderbolt. At the first time of the explosion, he didn't have time to retreat. His only choice was to protect more people around him as much as possible. The huge impact made him seriously injured. He couldn't bear to see the tragedy in the base. The explosion was only a flash, but thousands of people died in the explosion, Although there were many survivors, they didn't need to count on any combat effectiveness at all. The cruel means of the eastern palace directly defeated all their courage to resist. From now on, this army is almost dead in name.

The plane landed, exploded, and the base was in ruins.

The whole process didn't take more than two minutes.

And the war has officially begun.

Shahu trembled all over, not knowing whether it was because of pain or despair.

"If there had been no blockade, we would not have come here at all."

Lin leisurely suddenly seems to lose all interest.

He shook his head and said calmly, "it's meaningless to say that. You should know who's right and who's wrong, not by arguing."

"I will pass here today. Your troops are just the beginning. Many people will die today. Maybe I will die on the road. In that case, I am a sinner and a traitor in your mouth. The eastern palace is responsible for all the responsibilities and consequences today."

"But I will rush to the desert prison. When I rush to the desert prison, Chen Fangqing will be responsible for all the responsibilities and consequences."

He lowered his head, looked into Shahu's eyes and said calmly, "you are indeed innocent, but at least you can't blame me before you decide the outcome."

Shahu's face was gray and silent for a long time.

"Do you understand?"

Lin leisurely asked.

Sand tiger slowly raised his head, staring at Lin leisurely eyes: "you will not succeed, it is impossible to succeed."

"But you won't see me fail either."

Lin leisurely flicks his finger.

A sword Qi flew out of his fingertips and penetrated Shahu's forehead in a flash.

Countless yellow sand corps soldiers have seen this scene.

Their will completely collapsed. I don't know who yelled first. The division commander died. The surviving soldiers fell into chaos and began to flee in different directions.

Lin leisurely quietly watching this scene, did not chase, he has done enough.

There was silence behind him.

The whole atmosphere of nightmare army is more and more calm.

Lin leisurely turned around, looked at the army of less than 2000 people behind him, and asked: "do you understand?"

No one spoke, but everyone's eyes became more firm.

"What I can say is to be simple."

Lin leisurely smile, his smile in a piece of sand and ruins with unspeakable cruelty: "today's war, survive, we are heroes of Zhongzhou, die here, we are criminals of Zhongzhou, you can't choose to quit, but you can choose to create their own results, understand?"

After a short silence, a deafening roar broke through the sky.

"Got it!"

Lin leisurely did not say much, but turned around and said, "let's go."

Nightmare army full speed March, rushed through the ruins of the yellow sand army, in all people did not react, directly rushed to the fifth line of defense garrisoned by the wasteland special brigade.

This is December 4 in Zhongzhou.

The East Palace transport plane landed at 7 a.m. on December 4.

It's seven o'clock two.

The sixth line of defense was torn apart by the nightmares.

The nightmares go all out.

Less than 2000 elite full speed charge.

It's eight fifty-five.

The fifth line of defense is close at hand.

The only special combat brigade in Northern Xinjiang is in the wilderness, with 6000 elite soldiers and fully armed.

It's nine forty.

The defense line of the wasteland special brigade was completely smashed.

Li Baitian's sword cuts the air owl, the leader of the wasteland special brigade.

Four squadron leaders were killed in the battle, and more than half of the middle-level officers were damaged.

The yellow sand army did not stop, all the way forward.

It's like a sword.

Eleven o'clock sharp.

The fourth line of defense was torn apart by the sword.

Yang Zhan, commander of the northern Xinjiang field corps, is the blade of white Youming.

From seven to eleven.

In four hours, nightmares broke through nearly 40000 troops.

carry the world before one.