One Thousand Two Hundred and One, Infamy and Glory

Among the tens of thousands of knights, there were not only people but also horses. In this chaotic scene, Ren Su wanted to find the Norman Patriarch on his own.

The opponent hiding in the crowd is like a large-scale weapon of destruction. It's fine if they don't shoot. If the opponent finds an opportunity to shoot, the sixth field division behind will suffer heavy losses.

Ren Su shouted in the crowd, "It's 9 o'clock!"

After finishing, he first controlled Lao Xu and rushed towards 9 o'clock, while the 22 T5 warriors, Da Huyou, Luo Lan, and Yingling quickly came to his wings and charged forward in arrow formation.

Wherever they went, no soldier of the Knights could stop them a little.

Wang Yun was still patrolling the battlefield with his binoculars, and his eyes began to wander on the edge of the battlefield.

The people who fled, the cavalry who just joined the battlefield, everything is like a noisy farce. In the city of Ghent, there are even knights and wizards who are sneaking away.

Few, but not all cherry blossoms

It seems that the Tudor family head suddenly fainted, which was a great blow to the morale of the entire Tudor family.

Wang Yun stood on the high observation platform, and even saw Chen Jiu standing on the observation platform opposite...

When he was looking at Chen Jiu, Chen Jiu was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other with the binoculars held up.

Chen Jiu was shocked, but before he could decide whether to say hello or not, the other party's eyes shifted to other places again.

It's not that Chen Jiu is not suspicious enough, but Wang Yun feels that since Chen Jiu can hold a telescope in his hand, at least he is not in the same group as the wizard family.

The next moment, Wang Yun actually saw a strange figure on the edge of the battlefield!

"Lao Ji let me down!" Wang Yun yelled.

The earthy lookout quickly collapsed back to Lin Mian, Wang Yun shoved the telescope into Zhang Man's hand, and pointed to the direction of 2 o'clock: "Patriarch Tudor is there, keep an eye on him! If he shows signs of recovery, you should tell the young marshal immediately!"

"Wait, where are you going?" Zhang Man shouted.

But Wang Yun didn't even turn around to pay attention to him, but ran all the way to the shadow of Ghent at night.

City, light and shadow, fences, guns, people and horses, all these formed a huge data memory in Wang Yun's brain, but at this moment he put all the noise behind him, and there was only one obsession in his heart.

He was running wild, his half-length hair swaying in the wind from the rapid movement.

Wang Yun was wearing a black combat uniform, and the black steel-toed combat boots on his feet made a creaking sound due to the force of the squeezing. The screams of killing on the battlefield in the distance were incomparably clear, but he could only hear his own voice at this time.

Breathe, step, route!

"Turn left!" Wang Yun turned to the left, and he jumped up to the short roof.

Zhang Man occasionally looked at Wang Yun from the observation deck. He knew that Wang Yun was chasing a certain target, but he had no idea what the other party was chasing.

In this huge city, Wang Yun constantly adjusted his route, calculating the speed of the other party and his own speed in his heart.

The strongest brain in the northwest has completely entered a state of overload in this inexplicable chase.

Every time he chased an intersection, countless choices would form in his mind, just like multiple-choice questions in an exam, but Wang Yun had to choose the most correct one.

Because of the rapid attack, Wang Yun's blood temperature began to rise, and the sweat began to fall into the wind, but he never wanted to give up.

Wang Yun enjoys this feeling, he likes this feeling!

All the past, the intriguing life, and the unfulfilled dreams have now vanished.

Looking back now, the words "Daxing Northwest" that Da Huyou said to him in that secret prison through the dark cage seemed like fate.

What is he fighting for at this moment? For the sake of money? no.

For a high position? Neither.

All he did was to keep the beauty of the Northwest with everyone, and the desire to work together!

This made him feel that his mind was clearer, clearer than ever before!

"Turn right!" Wang Yun suddenly ran towards a monastery in Ghent City. He was shuttled on the roof, and every step was calculated and accurate.

When he climbed up the dome of the monastery, he suddenly jumped towards the empty night ahead: "I caught you!"

The moment he flew out of the dome, Wang Yun looked down and saw the street below him, as well as the black smoke that quickly shuttled through the light and shadow.

While the man was still in the air, Wang Yun's pupils suddenly turned silver, and he stretched out his palms towards the black smoke: "Arrest!"

The invisible air began to squeeze inward. For Wang Wenyan, who turned into black smoke, this was the hunting of the enemy!

Wang Wenyan, who was in the black smoke, was forced to reunite as a human being, and fell from the air to the ground together with Wang Yun.

With two puffs, the two fell heavily on the flagstone road. During the process of falling, Wang Yun had already used air to disarm all the weapons on Wang Wenyan's body.

But Wang Yun didn't even cry out in pain, he lay on the ground and laughed, as if nervous.

Two lines of nosebleeds flowed out of his nostrils. This was the sequelae of brain overdraft, but it was good to cultivate for a while. Wang Yun didn't take it to heart.

Wang Wenyan stood up slowly and said coldly, "Is it worth it to overdraft myself for that young man with no ideals?"

Wang Yun stood up and used the pistol to hold the opponent's forehead with a smile: "Is there no ideal? Are you crazy lunatics worthy of evaluating him?"

"That's not it," Wang Wenyan sneered: "What plans do you have in the northwest now?"

"We just want to live well on that land, grow vegetables, build water conservancy, develop trade, and build roads. What's wrong with that?" Wang Yun spat on the ground.

During overload, the mouth secretes more mucus than at rest to keep the respiratory tract moist.

"What kind of ideal is this?" Wang Wenyan said coldly.

"It's ideal to think about big things like you do?" Wang Yun said disdainfully, "Extreme fanatics like you can only make the world worse."

Wang Wenyan stopped arguing, both of them knew very well that in this kind of debate, no one could really convince the other.

Wang Yun calmed down: "Be a good person in your next life, and stop killing people at will."

Wang Wenyan said coldly, "I'm a woman, and I'm the head of Wang's intelligence field. I ask Fort 178 to grant me diplomatic immunity."

No matter when, Wang Wenyan faces the outside world as a man, in Los Angeles, and in the wizarding country, but she is indeed a woman, but with short hair and neat dress, and a more neutral Her appearance allows her to conceal her true gender.

Being a man makes her stronger in her mission.

But now, as a mature intelligence officer, it is reasonable to use all the conditions to create opportunities for yourself.

"I know you're a woman," Wang Yun sneered: "I knew it in the Holy Fire Mountain, so I can't take you to see the young marshal, and I can't let him bear the infamy of killing a girl, let me bear the infamy. All right."

boom! Wang Yun pulled the trigger at Wang Wenyan's eyebrows!

At the moment when the trigger was pulled, Wang Wenyan wanted to turn into black smoke again to avoid the ballistic trajectory, but Wang Yun was already prepared, and the surrounding air squeezed in for a moment, making Wang Wenyan unable to move.

After one shot, blood seeped from the wound between Wang Wenyan's eyebrows, and fell crookedly to the ground.

In order to prevent accidents, Wang Yun even shot the other party's heart two more times. After he confirmed that the other party was completely dead, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.

He opened his communication channel to report: "Young Marshal, Wang Wenyan has been protected"

...

A 180th Rao assault column is crossing the Iron Crown Avenue in Ghent City. Every time the Northwest Army soldiers with guns advance a certain distance, they must ensure the angle of fire blockade in the team to be able to deal with any unexpected risks.

All the soldiers hugged their automatic rifles tightly, holding the gun with their left hand, and pulling the trigger with their right hand at any time.

In each assault column, twelve men were equipped with 40 grenade launchers as a fire support group.

Once they encounter a large-scale cavalry interception or a tough battle, they must react quickly to clear the way for the assault column.

The soldiers wore Kellaf bulletproof vests, each with steel plates embedded in them, Fortress 178 pistols in holsters on the outside of their thighs, and even a spare pistol under the ribs next to the vests.

This time, the troops brought by the black fox from the No. 144 barrier can be said to be armed to the teeth.

"Safety."

"Safety."

"Safety."

"Safety."

As the assault column continued to advance, the voices of the soldiers in front continued to pass through the communication channel.

On the roofs of the buildings on both sides of the street, dozens of archers from the Tudor family were quietly pulling their bowstrings, and they silently stuck their heads out from the roof.

As a result, before they could take aim, several soldiers in the assault column on the street spotted them in advance and fired a series of burst shots.

The sound of da da da da was crisp and decisive, and the powerful firepower suppressed all the archers back.

Because the opponent was no longer in the shooting angle after retracting the roof, the gunfire of the assault column could not penetrate the roof for a while.

"T4 goes to the wall, T3 builds the bridge," the company commander commanded coldly in the communication channel.

I saw five soldiers immediately flashed out of the assault column. They slanted their firearms behind their backs, and each of them had two comrades-in-arms building a "bridge" with their hands.

The moment they stepped on the bridge, the two teammates who took the bridge suddenly threw him towards the roof.

The five T4 fighters flew towards the roof like birds with a huge reaction force. They were still in the air, and they had already pulled out their pistols from their legs and fired continuously.

Followed by several ordinary soldiers, more than 20 people got on the roof and began to thoroughly clean the enemy, resolutely not leaving any dead ends.

There was a burst of hurried shouts and screams from the roof, and then it fell back into silence.

"Roof security," a T4 said.

Had to, Ren Su decided to let P5092 go to abduct the remnants of the fire, which was definitely a wise move.

One-third of the Shangwanrao troops were T3, and there were even a large number of T4 and T5 soldiers.

Before P5092 saw these people, not even P5092 thought that the average strength of this remnant would be so high.

But later, he figured out that the Pyro troops had fought fiercely against the Wang family. In this kind of war, only the soldiers who were strong enough could finally complete the northward retreat plan.

The weaker ones were caught and killed by the Wang family long ago.

Therefore, the soldiers still alive in this unit are all elites.

The soldiers on the roof began to withdraw, and five T4 fighters remained on final alert.

However, at the next moment, in the area ahead that had not yet been cleaned up, someone suddenly climbed up from the roof, a gunshot rang out, and a T4 who had not yet come down from the roof was suddenly hit in the thigh by a bullet.

T4 was caught off guard and rolled off the roof, and a few soldiers below caught him quickly and helped him unload.

The company commander said in the communication channel: "It's a soil gun, at 11 o'clock, covered with grenades."

Angrily, a soldier lifted the muzzle of the grenade launcher and pulled the trigger. The grenade hung in the night sky with a long white smoke tail. A huge fire suddenly erupted on the roof, and the hidden enemy was also bombed. flew out.

"Check the wound," ordered the company commander.

The T4 who was hit stood up and said, "No, it's a lead bullet."

Then, he used a dagger to cut a piece of his trousers on his thigh, revealing the wound inside.

Under normal circumstances, lead bullets are relatively soft, so when they hit the target, they will completely release kinetic energy. Broken lead bullets will directly cause horn-shaped wounds. If they are not treated in time, they will lead to lead poisoning of the injured person, and lead into the blood will destroy the whole blood circulation system.

But T4 is obviously different from normal people, and the quality of the buckshot in the wizarding country is far less than that of Middle-earth.

I saw that the lead bullet hit T4's leg, but it didn't fully penetrate the muscle tissue, but left a wound on the epidermis.

T4 took out the first aid kit. He wiped his dagger with alcohol, and then abruptly scraped off the large wound on his palm to prevent the lead bullet from affecting the blood system and leaving any sequelae.

This knife didn't even hurt his own muscle tissue.

"Alcohol, gauze," T4 simply dealt with the wound, and then stood up again: "Go ahead, I'm fine."

Everyone watched silently. The name T4 must be very painful, but the other party didn't snort during the whole process. This is the war machine that Tinder Company is proud of.

The company commander glanced at the other party: "You can go back to the rear to rest. The commander has established a temporary field hospital on Anning East Road. You can get treatment immediately as long as you go back."

"No," T4 shook his head.

The company commander patted the T4 soldier on the shoulder: "Brother is tough! Keep going!"

The company commander was born in the 6th Infantry Brigade and had experienced the Battle of Zuoyun Mountain. The post of company commander was also promoted after that war.

To be honest, the integration process between Tinder and the Sixth Infantry Brigade may not be very good. After all, they are two combat sequences, and they have not known each other for a long time.

The two sides cooperated to fight, it was only because everyone, as soldiers, had to obey orders completely and work hard for a common goal, but in fact, personal relationships can only be regarded as nodding friends, not friends.

But we all know that after this war it should be different.

Half an hour later, the assault column had reached the edge of the battlefield, and after turning a street corner, you could probably see the chaotic defensive positions of the Knights.

The company commander stopped, and he whispered in the communication channel: "Take a break for 5 minutes."

Five minutes later, it was a tough battle, and they had reached the enemy's flank.

The company commander, panting heavily, suddenly laughed in the communication channel: "Sometimes I am quite envious of these brothers from Tinder, all of them are like animals, so they won't get tired. Then why did you join the Northwest? military?"

Before receiving support, T4 smiled and said: "It's very simple. After the P5 chief found us, he only said a word, and we followed him to the northwest."

The company commander froze for a moment: "What?"

T smiled and said: "P5 chief to us, go with him, he can let us die on the battlefield with dignity."

At that time, the remnants of the fire retreated to the north like a lost dog, and all the barriers of fire control fell in front of the Wang's troops. They had seen too many comrades dying in vain. They were no longer fighting for the survival of the human fire in the Central Plains, but died in some Madman's Ambition

At that time, a dignified death was full of temptation for this group of Tinder warriors with persistent beliefs.

The time passed minute by minute on the Great Street of Ghent, and everyone fell silent again to adjust their status. The company commander looked at his watch and counted down the time.

Five minutes have passed, and he calmly said in the communication channel: "Are you all ready, the young marshal is still waiting for us, act!"

Then, the assault column all rushed out of the street, although they were afraid, they had no intention of retreating.

The fire support team moved towards the enemy's defensive position and finished a round of grenade suppression in one breath!

This assault column that detoured to the enemy's flank was like a sharp knife suddenly inserted into the enemy's rib!

...

"Is that old Tudor still awake?" An old voice roared in the Norman family's position: "It's just a waste!"

"Patriarch, it looks like he hasn't woken up yet, the Tudor Knights are still retreating," said the Knight Commander of the Knights of Light: "Patriarch, shall we retreat? It is the Tudor Knights who are mainly under attack now, so we can leave now. In time!"

"Where are you going?" Patriarch Norman said coldly, "Are you giving up on Ghent?"

At this time, the battlefield has gradually turned into a one-sided situation, and the incident of the Tudor Patriarch fainting is like the first downfall of the dominoes, causing a large-scale chain reaction.

And most importantly, the elite knights that the wizarding family is proud of are like helpless children in front of the modern army.

Every time the terrifying and icy black weapon burst into flames, knights would fall in pieces.

There are also weird vines that keep erupting from the ground, harvesting life piece by piece.

"We must make a move," Patriarch Norman said coldly. "Now we and the Tudor family are dead. If we wait for the enemy to solve them, we will be alone. The enemy we face this time is too powerful!"

More than a dozen snipers brought by the black fox have already taken their positions on the commanding heights, and their eyes have never lingered on ordinary knights.

The only task P5092 gave them was to find the wizards in the crowd and kill them.

Some wizards have just taken out the Eye of True Sight before being sniped to death.

Before tonight, no one thought that a Middle-earth troop would appear in the city of Ghent, and that this troop could hang them up and beat them on their territory.

For more than 200 years after this cataclysm, the wizarding nation faced Middle-earth with a kind of arrogance.

They can plunder population and resources, and even plunder gold, silver and property. Every war is initiated by the wizarding nation.

Although the 178 fortress is gradually getting stronger, the Northwest Army has never hit the mainland of the wizarding country.

In the war 17 years ago, the wizarding kingdom was actually defeated, but after returning, the old aristocratic class of wizards reached an unanimous tacit agreement: if you don't admit defeat, just don't go in the future.

For more than two hundred years, the decaying wizarding dynasty has formed a habit of thinking: the Northwest Army cannot counterattack.

And even if the Northwest Army counterattacks, this thousand-kilometer supply line will be a problem. When the Northwest Army arrives in the wizarding country, the elite knights and great wizards here will naturally teach the other party a bloody lesson.

In fact, the wizards were right. Now that the 178 fortress is in ruins, it really does not have the ability to build a super long supply line.

But what the wizards never imagined was that there would be Middle-earths who would learn to take the door of their keys and open the door of war in their homes.

supply line? No need anymore.

The huge No. 144 barrier has become the forward base of this war, and even casualties can be immediately sent back to the temporary field hospital of No. 144 fortress to receive the best treatment.

At this moment, Ren Su brought Luo Lan, T5 and the others close to the Norman Patriarch.

The Norman Patriarch was wearing heavy armor, and he said to the great wizard beside him: "Cover me, I'm going to shoot..."

But before the words were finished, a sniper bullet was shot from somewhere and blasted the great wizard next to him into blood.

The splashing blood even splashed in from the gaps in the Norman family's visor and between the eyes.

Patriarch Norman was stunned, and he saw Ren Su and Lao Xu who were killing him through the crowd. The rushing triangular formation was like an icebreaker driving on the ice. Every time it passed, the solid armored ice surface. Will be ruthlessly broken open, and then make the horrible sound of Carrara.

"Zhou Yingxue, did the vines reach my feet, clear the obstacles for me!" Ren Su shouted in the headset.

"Okay, I've been waiting for a long time," Zhou Yingxue responded.

The next moment, a manhole cover was suddenly pushed open by vines on the road in front of Ren Su. The rushing vines pushed all the knights in front of Ren Su out like a tidal wave, creating a passage for Ren Su.

Those vines still wanted to attack the Norman Patriarch, but they didn't know what means the other party used. Once all the vines were within ten meters of the other party, they all withered.

Not only the vines, but also the knights and wizards around the Norman Patriarch also turned to dust in the air.

Ren Su was stunned for a moment. In order to protect himself, the other party actually destroyed his own people indiscriminately.

At this moment, a sniper bullet came through hundreds of meters, but the protective magic around the opponent's body could quickly annihilate even a powerful sniper bullet.

The palm-length bullet spun within ten meters of the Norman Patriarch, and then, as if it had encountered a grinder, it was ground into powder little by little and dissipated in the air.

Beside the other party, it seems that there is an absolute field, absolute security.

However, after the opponent cast this sorcery, no other sorcery appeared. It seemed to be a continuous casting spell that could not be interrupted.

Can't even move the location.

The armor-clad Norman Patriarch stood in the absolute realm, and the black visor seemed to be making a silent mockery.

However, at this moment, the Norman Patriarch suddenly saw a black shadow door opened in front of him, and then stretched out an armored arm from inside.

The power of the absolute field began to annihilate the armor outside the hand, and the nano-robots continued to turn into powder and leave. However, no matter how many nano-robots were annihilated in the absolute field, there would always be new nano-robots to cover them again.

They are like warriors who are not afraid of death, reorganizing and annihilating one after another.

These tens of millions and billions of guys have only one purpose, to protect Ren Su's arm!

They have only one mission from the very beginning, driven by human will, to become real war machines.

Even if it is destroyed, it will be at all costs.

The owner of Norman stood in place and couldn't move because of the continuous casting, so he could only watch the arm resisting the power of annihilation stretched out in front of him little by little, as if he was penetrating steel with his will. Slow, but firm.

Then... the owner of Norman saw that arm and forcibly took the black eye of true sight from his hand!

The owner of the Norman family was stunned on the spot, and the black eye of true vision was taken away like this? !

The reason why the wizards put on the armor is because of the two previous incidents of the Shadow Gate slap in the Winston Church.

They didn't have time to improve their ability to resist pressure, and they didn't know how to better defend against the black hand behind the scenes. The great wizards thought that they should put on armor, at least they wouldn't be too ugly if they were beaten in the face.

Many people think that this is a face-slapping witchcraft, which is used to slap the face, and can only be slapped in the face.

But no one would have thought that this hand could directly pull away the black eye of true vision!

Patriarch Norman once held the Eye of True Sight tightly, but how could he have the strength of Ren Su? At that moment, he only felt that his fingers were about to break, and he had to let go!

The Eye of True Sight is the foundation of a wizard's spellcasting. Without the Eye of True Sight, sorcery will naturally be destroyed.

At the moment when the absolute domain was destroyed, the sniper bullets came again, and the sound of gunfire in the dark was like a judgment, announcing the destruction of life.

Ren Su put the black eye of true vision in his pocket: "Zhang Man, where is the Tudor Patriarch?"

"Young Marshal, he hasn't woken up yet. He is moving towards your 10 o'clock direction. It seems that he wants to retreat," Zhang Man replied excitedly.

At this moment, Zhang Man even wanted to cry a little bit. After a whole night, he finally had some use!

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