But at this time in another space.

The green-blue flames slowly dissipated, and black smoke went straight into the clouds.

The soil on the ground has changed from yellow to gray.

If an experienced superpower comes here, he will immediately judge that there has been a premeditated and long-awaited assault battle here.

Moreover, the battle was very fast from start to finish, and the whole process was high-energy.

It can be said to be a textbook version of blitzkrieg.

There is no pause in the process, and no external interference.

There isn't even the most basic reconnaissance firefight.

It was as if he was saying.

So what if all of you here are experts? It’s probably because you have exhausted all your strength by traveling a long distance.

Even though he knew there was a pocket open in front of him, he still rushed in without hesitation.

This is so stupid and so brave.

That's right, the bet is on this slim chance of survival.

Both sides are betting.

The attackers are betting that they have been traveling long distances, and although they are strong, they have a proud heart.

And the party that travels long distances is also betting.

And the bet was huge, more than once.

If you feel that the information is inaccurate, just reach into the soil and grab a handful and you will understand.

This black and gray thing is called soul ashes.

This is the only trace left behind when a top powerhouse falls, and it is also the last souvenir left for this world when the body and soul return to the road.

And if you look at the thickness, it's obvious that it hasn't rained like this one or two times.

From this we can conclude that the attackers and the people being attacked are not from the same wave.

Therefore, we can derive the psychology of the person being attacked.

Because this side speculates that the attackers have run out of ammunition and food, and there is no one to replace these people.

As a result, many of the opponent's wounded were unable to be moved in a short period of time, and they were unable to stop themselves.

Even if you are prepared in advance and open your pockets in advance, you are still capable of tearing the opposite net.

If it really succeeds then, it will be of extraordinary significance.

The warriors can even occupy the entire front, thereby launching a negative and textbook blitzkrieg against Shenlong.

Or it could turn around more fatally and cut off Shenlong's supply line, causing a large number of casualties in a short period of time.

The benefits at that time were unimaginable.

Both parties embrace their own psychological activities and know the other's psychological activities, but they still cannot escape their own prejudgmental psychological activities.

So there was the battle just now that had been planned for a long time and had deep grudges.

And the temporary war entered the intermission state silently.

The raiders were trimming the men and carrying the wounded back to the rear.

Then pairs of new troops were added to take up the positions of the original wounded.

The breakthroughrs on the other side are also mobilizing their troops and preparing for another charge.

Strive to get more and stronger help from powerful people, and use a fatal move against your opponent.

This decapitation operation must be fast and absolutely steady.

This is the battle between minds and talents.

We understand each other, but we can't express it.

If you say it out loud, nothing will work.

For example, if you dare to say this now, the secret would have been revealed back then.

After all, the wounded's psychological defense is extremely fragile and cannot be attacked.

Compared with serious physical injuries, mental injuries are more serious.

This is the trump card of the existence of faith.

If you don't know, just look at the light in their eyes.

Those kings of youth who shouted that I was fine and let me down.

These people were still struggling, but were always persuaded to slowly get on the car.

And on the top of a hill in the distance, the supreme commander of this war stood here.

I don’t know if I can’t bear it, if I don’t want to see it, or if I’m numb.

The angle he stood at was very clever, and he could hear the voices of his men, but they certainly couldn't hear him when he spoke.

They could see their own figures, but they were carrying their backs.

That figure, like a gun, stuck firmly in the ground, gave strength to countless people.

And these people have no intention of stepping into the battlefield now, and they can't get in front of the commander.

Therefore, no one could see this pain.

It is even more impossible to know the eyes of this supreme commander.

Those turbid eyes with sparkling tears.

These people are the backbone of the Demon Cult, and the members have worked their way up from scratch.

In the future, we will improve step by step and fight step by step.

These are the people who eat steamed buns rolled with pickles, and these are the people who can drink a large bowl of wine.

These are the people who are able to take away four or five Netherworld soldiers before they die. These are the people who are screaming in pain on the stretcher.

These are the kids who always like to do some mischief and train no matter how hard they can.

Every time I celebrate my birthday, these people surround me like primary school students.

The old man was filled with emotions, sighing and feeling sorrow beyond words.

The messy thoughts filled the entire mind with all the emotions.

The surging power hit the old man's iron-willed body again and again.

The old man has experienced this kind of thing dozens of times.

Every time I welcome people with a smile, I send them away with an expressionless face.

When I came, I was a teenager or a young girl who stepped into the school gate.

I always want to become a martial arts master, the kind who can kill a cow with one punch.

The kind that can fight eight times a day without a small frame.

There was a real fight when I gave it away and I didn't come back.

To be precise, the soul has never returned and is forever attached to this mountain and river.

Let the fearless spirit in everyone embellish the mountains and rivers forever.

The old man's spine became straighter and straighter.

The lonely figure stood on the ground, with his feet as if straight into the center of the earth.

Tall and tragic, helpless and vicissitudes of life.

But this is the responsibility of the supreme commander, the responsibility of the officers of the Eastern Continent.

There are only orders and obedience is a duty.

The instructions I received were just to hold this place, and no matter who comes, they will hold it for me.

Then just rest assured that it will be useless no matter who comes, you will definitely be able to hold on.

It's just that when the song of victory was playing, I don't know how many people were returning.

This is something that these fools will never think of.

"Oh, the casualties are a bit heavy."

The old man seemed to be talking to himself in a low voice, and seemed to be telling the world his pain.

"It's not bad, this is the thirteenth time."

Not long after the old man finished speaking, his soliloquy was suddenly picked up.

At the same time, there was another person wrapped in smoke beside him.
To be continued...