Outside the town, flas soared into the sky, and the army of the predators and Freedom Gate were engaged in a fierce battle.
The Gate of Freedom used the terrain of Graybridge Town to set up several closely connected defensive lines. The residents at the entrance of the town had long since been evacuated, and the empty houses were ready-made masks. In addition, the entrance to Grey Bridge Town was only a small street. The soldiers of Freedom Gate could easily set up a few barricades here and use a checkpoint outside the town to stop the other party's convoy, so that they could exchange machine guns with the predators.
The lines of fire flew, and the air was filled with the choking sll of smoke. The soldiers of Jean's side threw out one or two hands/thunder from ti to ti, blasting back the predators who were advancing in the rain of bullets from ti to ti. The opponent's firepower was also extrely fierce, especially the rapid-fire cannons on one of the vehicles. The tal cannon's body was illuminated by the flas. It spat out a tongue of flas, blasting out a blazing torrent of tal. Like a flaming whip, it continuously swept through the soldiers' hiding spots, suppressing the firepower of the Gate of Freedom for a ti.
Fortunately, Jean arrived in ti with the n from the town.
The hunters of Graybridge Town were also good at using guns, but they mostly used single-shot or shotguns. In terms of range, they weren't as far as the soldiers' rifles, but they were more skilled in shooting, especially at the motorcycle riders who charged forward at the risk of death. In the short and dium distance, the hunter was practically able to fire. Twenty or so shotguns alternated, occasionally mixed with the muffled rumbling of shotguns, capable of blocking the attacks of the predators.
Alan stood on the rooftop of a private house, his eyes glittering.
Night, flas, murderers painted with all sorts of patterns. The scene in front of him seed to have transmigrated through space and ti, bringing him back to the night when he was five years old. Raging anger filled his chest, like a whirlpool of the sea, roaring and boiling! Alan's expression was very calm. He even thodically removed the saber sheath behind him and pressed down on the cloth. The saber sheath opened, revealing the swarthy blade.
Qianjun didn't know if it was reflected by the flas, but a wisp of bright red flowed out from the blade of Qianjun's saber. Red sparkled like blood, and Alan couldn't wait to drink the enemy's blood with his heavy saber.
At this mont, his breathing was so scorching that it was as if there were raging flas rising from his body. The flas of revenge were burning his nerves.
The ground beneath his feet trembled slightly.
Alan saw a tall figure rushing out from the predators. It was a sturdy man who was nearly two ters tall. His body was wrapped in thick tal, and even his head was hidden in armor that looked like a football helt. He dragged a thick chain with a tal spike attached to the other end of the chain. The burly man charged towards the defensive line in a rain of bullets. The bullets caused a tallic storm around him, but in vain, they only made a shower-like rumble on the thick armor he was protecting, unable to stop him for a mont.
A soldier threw a thunderbolt at him, flickering with flas and the ground shaking violently. The impact of the explosion even caused the soldiers who were closer to him to fall to the ground. However, in the flas, a figure clasped his head and rushed out. The burly man shouted like a monster. He waved the chain and the spike and smashed it into a house.
Two soldiers scread and ran out of the room. The tal spike smashed into the house like a teor. When the walls collapsed, more than half of the building was smashed into pieces. Blood kept pouring out of the cracks in the thick armor. He was obviously injured, and his injuries were not light. However, he excitedly pounded his chest and roared. He then pulled the spike back, planning to launch the next round of attacks.
If he were allowed to continue, the town's defenses would have to be smashed by him.
Just as Jean was about to attack, a figure suddenly flashed towards the burly man. The silver hair on the man's head danced like a ball of azure flas under the night sky. Jean knew that it was Alan, a surprisingly young second lieutenant.
The burly man noticed that soone had jumped down from above his head. He wasn't scared, instead, he excitedly threw the iron rope spike at Allen. The twisted face under the helt was deeply imprinted in Alan's eyes. Then, his face was covered by flas, and Qianjun suddenly spat out flas. Allen slashed down with his saber and drew a brilliant flaming moon in midair.
Dang! The piercing ball was sliced open by Qian Jun's knife in the midst of a painful collision between the eardrums. The Flaming Moon was no longer obstructed and pressed down from mid-air. It was as if it was filled with heaven and earth, occupying the entire field of vision of the burly man! The heavy saber slashed to the end, tearing a clear trajectory from head to leg on the burly man's body. The burly man didn't seem to react. Then, his helt and chest armor split open in the middle, and a large amount of blood mist sprayed out from the crack, wrapping around the rising fire.
He was still standing on the ground, turning into a fireball, but no screams could be heard. This scene was very strange. Although there were many people present, only Jean could tell that the burly man had died when he was slashed down by Allen's knife. Afterwards, the flas only ignited the corpse.
Alan had already pounced on the other side of the line.
The heavy saber transford into a blade of vengeance, shuttling through the lines of fire and explosions, continuously killing the predators that rushed forward. There was more and more blood on the knife, and even Alan's face was stained with blood. He did not wipe the blood off his face, but his eyes beca redder and redder. The resentnt that had been suppressed in his heart for many years erupted at this mont without any reservations. Alan could even hear soone roaring in his ears. It was his hatred and anger that resonated with Sodom's aura.
As a result, the sar of crimson light at the edge of the Qianjun Blade beca fiercer and fiercer, and wherever the heavy blade went, a faint crimson blood color would definitely be left in the air. The blade that clearly didn't have a blade, however, easily tore apart the human body and the motorcycle like a piece of paper. After a burst of killing, the sll of blood at the defensive line was more than ten tis denser!
"Motherf*cker, I knew this kid was a pervert." After retracting the mask, the cowboy panted, his eyes still showing Alan wielding his saber to kill. He was now afraid that if he hadn't advised his fellow robes not to push his luck, he would have been so angry that he and Fatty wouldn't have been enough to play with each other's knives.
Allen's charging figure naturally inspired the hearts of the border guards in Graybridge Town, but it also attracted the attention of the predators. After the cannon was replaced with a new ammunition box, the gunner burst out laughing wildly. He aid the cannon at Allen and fired at him. The invisible saber Qi that Alan brought with him when he brandished his saber would bounce off the bullets fired by ordinary machine guns. However, he was helpless in the face of the tallic storm caused by the large caliber ammunition of the cannons. When the cannons turned towards him, he slashed another person. He suddenly retreated and moved sideways like lightning. A flaming whip plowed through the ground and swept past where he was just now. It smashed into the house behind him and smashed a load-bearing wall of the house into pieces!
Under the suppression of the artillery fire, he could only retreat and disappear from the gunner's sight. The gunner was helpless and could only use the cannon to greet other places.
"Damn, the firepower is too fierce. Captain, we can't stop it anymore."
The fatty bit a cigarette and cursed, "If only I had brought my bazooka over, I would have carried it with one shot."
Jean shook his head and said, "I never thought I would run into a predator."
"Otherwise, let's run." Fatty suggested.
Jean's face flashed with anger as he scolded, "Bastard, how could a soldier abandon a commoner to escape?"
Then he said, "I'm going to take their fire."
"I'll go." Suddenly, the wind blew and Alan jumped down from the high wall and jumped to their side. He wiped the blood off his face, and after a burst of killing, more than half of the fire of hatred poured out, clearing Allen's mind a lot. Hearing Jean's words again, he had a good impression of the officer from the Gate of Freedom.
He imdiately accepted the heavy responsibility of removing the fire point and said to Jean, "The command here still needs you. You can stay here."
After saying that, he wanted to leave without any hesitation. Jean stopped him and took a few hands/lightning from the fatty, stuffing them all into Ellen's body and solemnly saying, "Be careful."
Ellen nodded and took the thunder from the other side without any hesitation.
He flew out from the left side of the town and sprinted in a circle towards the predators' position. The gunner found no trace of him and continued to fire with laughter. Alan suddenly heard an explosion, but he threw out a hand/lightning and blew the few people beside the shooting position away. The predators found Alan and split up to stop him. Allen sneered and threw his hand/thunder as he ran, blowing up the predator motorcycle riders.
A flaming whip swept over, but the gunner turned the muzzle and fired at Alan. Alan dodged and rolled. He then bounced off the ground, holding onto his last hand/thunder. The gunner scread and jumped out of the car. The off-road vehicle and the cannon behind him were instantly engulfed by the flas of the explosion. The gunner's back was bloodshot from the explosion, and he was already unconscious when he fell to the ground.
Alan heaved a sigh of relief when he removed the firepower and the pressure on the town's defensive line greatly decreased. Suddenly, a warning sign appeared in his heart. His footsteps spun, and his entire body moved several inches sideways. At this mont, a bolt of black lightning passed through the curtain of fire and brushed past Allen's face. He plunged into the ground, his end swaying unsteadily, but it was a black iron spear.
Just as he dodged the sneak attack, the wind blew again. Alan turned his head and saw a blurry figure in front of him. Soone slamd into him fiercely. He swung his heavy saber in front of him, and that person actually made a loud noise when he collided with more than a thousand people. A huge force ca along the saber, and Allen's body was knocked flying by the lord. His gaze retreated, and he could clearly see that it was a man wearing thick armor as well. He grinned sinisterly as he pulled out his spear. The Genesis Energy patterns on his body floated, and a large patch of crimson light rose from behind his shoulders, floating around like a banner.
The man shouted loudly and shot him. A spear turned into a hundred thousand spear shadows. Every ti a spear shot out, it would shoot out a thin stream of dark red light. That was an extrely penetrating jet of Origin Energy. Alan dragged his saber forward, his heavy saber montum heavy and dignified, attacking like a sea covering a mountain, actually attacking with an attack. Heavy saber guns clashed repeatedly, and explosive cries of origin energy collided with each other echoed in the wilderness outside the town.
Gene retracted his gaze from Alan and secretly rejoiced that Grey Bridge Town had an Alan today. Judging from the movents of the predator expert, he was undoubtedly a close combat expert. Jean himself was a Level 15 Warrior, but he wasn't good at close combat. On the other hand, Alan slapped his opponent like a sea of rage. As long as the opponent's spear montum was torn open, Allen's saber wave would definitely charge in and fight with one saber strike.
With Ellen around, Jean's confidence in defending Grey Bridge Town increased greatly. At this ti, gunshots rang out from the east side of the battlefield, and the next team entered the battlefield from the east in the night. When both sides of the predator race were attacked, Jean was greatly shocked. He couldn't figure out where that team ca from.
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