At this moment, a figure squatting on the ground suddenly stood up.

"Enemy attack."

As soon as the voice went down, almost all the supernatural beings who were squatting on the ground stood up.

Even those who reacted slowly rose up in the second wave.

"Prepare weapons."

A headless man shouted loudly.

The superpowers nodded hurriedly and drew weapons from various parts of their clothes regardless of appearance.

In the midst of such commotion, the headless man who had just reminded everyone to get their weapons fell to the ground.

From the looks of it, he must have been attacked by some inexplicable force. He flew sideways a few meters away and was thrown high into the air. He hit the ground hard and bounced up and down a few times due to the rebound force.

This is too exciting, the one without a head is better, and the one with a head is a novice who has not opened the package.

The cooperation of new people and old people has created this chaotic situation.

Some ran up the hillside, hoping to occupy the commanding heights where it would be more convenient to attack the enemy later.

Some ran towards the guard post, hoping to escape from the fire-covered area before turning around and counterattacking.

Their ideas are all good, but for real battlefields, they are absolutely professional and unrealistic.

If you don’t believe it, look at the seven or eight headless men, the commander’s cronies.

They are leaning on each other now.

Keep spinning, leaving the largest viewing angle to us, and at the same time evacuate the place very quickly.

The cooperative combat skills passed down from our ancestors are clearly understood.

Look at these people, for novices, they don't feel the importance of the group at all.

At this time, a headless man lying on the ground pretending to be dead was thinking.

He watched the headless men disappear from his sight before he turned over and sat up.
Chapter completed!