lead soil control trumpeter

As soon as the main city of the trumpet defended a wave of advances, Xiaobai's cry came from the battle room next door.

Han Feng changed his mind and moved to the side of No. [-].

Even Han Feng was a little moved by the battle situation reflected on the huge light screen in front of him.

Perhaps when the meat reaches the mouth, no matter how lazy people are, they will move their mouths.When Wu Xunzhen arrived at the door of the house, even those who were still lying on the corpse would get up and step on it.

In any case, from the perspective of Han Feng looking down on the mainland of Bingzhou from a high altitude, he could find that the Bingzhou players who were still sick and even "half dead" were like undead who were slowly recovering under the darkness, heading towards the three airborne points from all directions. The location is coming.

Among them are the online players of the Fortune League. Maybe some of them were paddling before, some were hanging up and lying dead, and some were purely lazy and unwilling to go to the front line because the battle line was too long... Other than that In addition, among the enemies that rushed in were Bingzhou's Scattered League players, as well as some field players who didn't even have an alliance, and their targets were all aimed at the Fengxuanhu three regiments.

You must know that in the north-south script, there is a shared landing point every certain distance in the player's birth state. This is the exclusive building of the season. It can serve as a link for all players in this camp, and it is also the best for different states of the same camp to support each other. drop point.

At this moment, this exclusive sharing point is like a kind of summoning field, calling for his people to come and guard this territory, and completely expel these young people who want to invade.

"Why are there so many here?" Han Feng asked the number one next to him suspiciously.

Number [-] did not reply, but just controlled an account at random, clicked twice, and called up a scroll that looked like an oracle.

"Call out!"

Han Feng quickly recognized this thing. He is no stranger to it. He often sees Benben stitching up his essays. Mengxin's blood is boiling with enthusiasm, which is the only magic weapon for inspiring people and boosting morale.

"Sent by Chen Buchen." Number [-] opened the message and added smoothly.

Looking at the densely packed text, Han Feng was a little speechless.

There is only one mmp in my heart: cultural people, there is so much nonsense.

After a few glances at Han Feng, he lost interest. This trick was probably to deceive those who didn't understand the true strength of the three regiments at all, and to use everyone's mentality of doing more and more martial arts every season to make them come over and resist.Even if it can't stop us, it can disgust our advancement efficiency.

"If you like to give away experience, let them give it away! It just so happens that there are still many members in Xuanwu and Xiaobaituan who have not reached the full level." Han Feng directed towards No. [-].

The battle had obviously just begun.

The "momentum" of sticking to their homeland was several times more majestic than that at the checkpoint, and several scattered forces assembled their troops and charged towards the fortress group guarded by Xuanwu...

not far away

At a certain airdrop point among the many scattered forces, a group of troops with significantly stricter discipline appeared.

Ever since the head-on confrontation between the two major organizations "Holy" and "Hao" in the eastern battlefield has become more and more intense, that unforgettable appearance has already become a template in everyone's mind!
Uniform fortress group names This is the most straightforward display of a team's cohesion, dominance, and execution!
Landing!

Banners!

The flag representing the [Bank Union] was hoisted high!
Bank [Nine First Regiment], come!

Followed by the other three regiments supported by the Bank Alliance [Fanxing] [Grass Mission] [Peerless Mission]!
The four regiments are like the four phalanxes on the parade ground, completely blocking Han Feng's road to Jizhou.

【silver】!
Fortresses were erected one after another, without exception, and the familiar one-word fortress names came to this continent again.

Following the "Hao" and "Holy", the Banking Union also used this ceremony this time.

At this moment, the four groups will no longer represent a certain group. They have only one identity, and that is the Banking Union.

They fight for the bank!

……

"interesting!"

Through the chaotic fog of war, Han Feng saw the bank's airborne point 50 yards away without hindrance, and also had a panoramic view of the bank's battle.

The arrows flying all over the sky had already crashed into the "defense net" formed by Xuanwu. Han Feng knew that the group of Bingzhou hot-blooded scattered people on the battlefield was nothing more than delaying Han Feng's advance and ensuring that the bank's reinforcements could be airborne successfully.

Han Feng was not even interested in taking a look at the hundreds of tragic battle reports that appeared in that instant.

"Xiaobai, advance to the northeast!"

Han Feng ordered coldly.

In an instant, the "Steel Fortress" that had just resisted the concentrated fire of Bingzhou scattered players not long ago, following Han Feng's command, the blue arrows scattered like thousands of moths, which was extremely spectacular.

Xiaobai excitedly manipulated the accounts of the entire White Tiger Group, with huge data streams circling between his fingers, and with every finger movement, dozens of data streams could be brought up to dance wantonly in the silent darkness.

Xiaobai can clearly grasp the account information linked to each data stream terminal, and he can manipulate them as freely as he manipulates his own hands.

It seems as random as Spartan scattering, but when those bunches of arrows fall in the frontline trenches, they can always turn the land into "dead silence", like the god of death wielding a sickle to harvest the lives of the resisters. .

Groups of blood red filled the battlefield, and the character "Mian" symbolizing defeat was mercilessly carved on the land of Bingzhou time and time again.

The attack is still going on.

The tyrannical atmosphere spread wantonly in this battlefield.

There are 50 members of the White Tiger Regiment, and hundreds of troops carry a milky white halo of the legion, like a light of dawn breaking the enemy's position.

Long and narrow!

sharp!

It's just that what this brilliance brings to Bingzhou players is not the hope of dawn and dawn, but the beginning of despair and death in the next dark era! !

……

The full red battle report is constantly passed on in the Sanren Alliance group.

This group of ignorant people only now know what kind of opponents they are facing!
Full of red and blue arms, this kind of existence in their hearts belongs to the top combat power, but it is the norm among this group of invaders.

Among them, there are red and even red armors that some of them have never seen before. This defensive battle has completely opened their eyes.

……

50 yards!
40 yards!
30 yards!
……

When 700 returned to the battlefield and saw the flood tide from far to near again, his heart still couldn't help throbbing.

He knew that it was the fear of the former Feng Tuan.

He still couldn't forget the unbearable memory of the Yongzhou battlefield.

The same attack method, the same unstoppable force, the difference is that this time it is more domineering and tyrannical!

Finally, the flood stopped!
The attack of the White Tiger Regiment stopped!

A drop of cold sweat flowed down from 700's temples... (End of this chapter)