The people sent to guard the Principality of Gers are definitely elite.

As Gongsun Murong's voice came, ten people lying on the ground slowed down their breathing at the same time.

The shield hand adjusts the position, the crossbow hand is flat, the archer is half open, and the preparatory is made.

All magic professions find safe places to hide.

For such a team, I believe that no matter which race it is, the enemy is unwilling to face in the war.

Needless to mention whether it is strong or not. Discipline has already made people know what kind of existence the opponent is.

"The distance is one thousand two, the spearman is ready, single shot shot, free attack, three, two, one, fire." Gongsun Murong's voice did not fluctuate at all, and fluctuated, and every word was so clear.

‘Bang,bang,bang’ The spearman attacked, and his powerful arm strength made the gun tremble without any trembling from the bullet from the fire to the point of the gun.

Ten people fell down on the opposite side almost at the same time, not the way they covered their chests and leaned back.

Instead, he fell down instantly when charging, and fell into the front with just one ostentatious moment. This is the real gun battle scene.

Unlike the ancient movie clips that Gongsun Murong saw from the Intelligent Butler, it is an artistic rendering technique and is different from actual combat.

The sudden fall of ten people did not slow down the ambush team, but instead stimulated them to run even harder.

Gunshots continued to sound.

The person holding the gun clearly saw the enemy getting closer from the scope, but he was still as stable as a mountain and had even lost his personal emotions.

In their hearts, they can only aim, fire, aim again, and fire again.

Gongsun Murong smiled. He liked the current team and was even more grateful to Grand Duke Geles.

Even if he had a little sense of belonging in his heart that he was unwilling to admit, he had to cheer.

Grand Duke Gers seems to really attach importance to this group of children. The race that cares about children has never been a weak race.

Only by knowing how to protect and be attached can you have real goals and ideals.

The children hiding in the spacecraft stopped crying. They looked out carefully through the window and saw their own side, the defensive lineup of the Principality of Gers.

Seeing the soldiers who were waiting for orders motionlessly, they felt at ease.

"Grandpa of the Grandpa really sent the strongest team." Narasha praised.

"Yes, grandpa said, the hope of the Principality should be put on me and the other babies. The guards are really stable. More than 60 people have fallen down by the other party." Lucia said.

"Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, seventy, the closest distance is eight hundred and six." Narasha said, pressing the particle gun's launch button.
Chapter completed!