"I'm dead, so naturally there is a deputy. If the deputy is dead, it will be topped by other officers. As long as there is still an officer who is not dead, we will stick it on..."

It is destined to be a battle with heavy casualties. Since Tianzha decided to go out, Hongshi did not consider contacting Gao Feng before taking action. He just wanted to win.

"Boom boom boom..."

Ten artillery roared again, and the uneven shooting was not as shocking as the volley, but the flying shells were the deadly King of Hell.

"Then let's go..."

Tianzha sighed, and he had a psychological shadow at his own command. Hongshi had done a good job, so he stopped insisting. He waved his right hand suddenly. When he waved his right hand, dozens of black shadows were like dragons dancing, pounced on a shell that was hit directly in front. This shell did not come from Tianzha, but should have flew over the head of Tianzha and landed in a queue dozens of meters behind him and rolled out of the blood avenue.

Only Tianzha and Gala could see the shells clearly. Dozens of black shadows vividly intercepted the shells, wrapped around them, slowing down the shells with a thousand pounds. Soon, the shells were reduced ten times and fell from the sky weakly. At the same time, the dozens of afterimages also eroded their power and turned into invisible.

Tianzha's face was pale and he was even more worried. He could only use all his strength to stop a shell, but he could not completely erase the shell. The power of this primitive cannon made him start to fear.

The remaining nine heavenly claws were powerless. Five of the nine shells smashed into the queue, and a bloody storm was rolled up in the team. The most dangerous time just passed by Redstone's ears and cut off the head of a guard beside him. Only the headless body was still in place. The blood sprayed out hit Redstone's face. The wet and scorching heat suddenly caused Redstone's skin to shrink suddenly, but Redstone had no intention of avoiding and was still motionless. His eyes were firmly looking ahead. Redstone's unmoving figure also calmly restored other elite warriors who suffered the blow. At this time, it was useless to say anything. Only the officers set an example can comfort the fear in the hearts of the warriors.

More than a dozen casualties were killed and caused a very bad effect in the queue. The morale aroused by the drum beats before was also dying. At this moment, Hongshi raised his hands and kept waving his cross. The gold energy on the float nodded at the same time as the white tiger, and swung the stopping drumsticks heavily.

"Dongdadada...Dongdadada..."

The three light and one heavy drum beats sounded again, as if they had the magic to calm fear, calming down the elite warriors who had changed their chaos. As the flag waved, they couldn't help but step on the drum beats and slowly stepped forward.

The square formation of thousands of people advanced again, causing the deserted people to laugh loudly. Although it was a bit far away, there were no obstacles to block it. They could see the casualties after the shells smashed into the queue.

The sky claw drives Yalala, walking in the front, dozens of Yalala behind him followed, leaving Yalala who was killed before behind, and was flooded by the neat queue. Only Xue Ya and the Fanged Beast were blocked aside intentionally or unintentionally, but they were afraid that Xue Ya would suffer misfortune.

The deserted people laughed at the momentum of the queue becoming thinner and thinner. The gunners were busy operating the cannons amid the heart-wrenching roars of the warrior leader. The cross-section of the three square formations of the western army exceeded two kilometers. The queue also continued to be pulled apart with the intentional order of Redstone, becoming looser, and the distance between the front and back increased.

It has to be admitted that Redstone is a very talented commander. After two rounds of artillery attacks, he saw the defects of the artillery and knew that the more dense the more casualties the more they suffered. If they followed the previous intensive marches, when their infantry rushed to the front of the formation, once they were attacked from close range of artillery attacks, a square formation would probably be erased.

The third wave of shells arrived as scheduled, and the team was dispersing, but it had not completely dispersed. This time, six shells hit the queue, each shell made more than three elite warriors fly out, and each shell made more than three deserted soldiers break their legs.

Once the queue advances, no one will come to place the bodies and wounded. The elite warriors behind fill the gap, step over the bodies and howling wounded, and continue to move forward. More elite warriors see the power of the cannons, and the blood-stained grass trenches are deep in the trenches. Every round iron lump is a fatal weapon. Even with the guidance of the drums, they still make the wrong steps, causing the queue to be confused.

Redstone did not care to wipe away the blood from his face, turned his head and saw the chaos in the queue behind him, and made a gesture to the guards beside him. The red triangular flag was raised in the air by a shrinkable metal stick. The next moment when this pocket flag was raised in the air, equally bright red flags rose from the queue one after another. A bright red flag was raised in front of each thousand-person brigade, and all the elite warriors and pro-slaves saw this flag.

The moment the flag appeared, hundreds of cold and fierce, tall archers walked out of each square formation, with all the metal longbows in their hands, and twenty arrow pouches with arrows with feathers behind them. When they gathered behind the thousand-person square formation, they formed a slender scattered belt, they took down an arrow in an orderly manner and put it on the longbow lightly.

These people had no fear, their cheeks were carved like rocks, and they were firm and rigid. In addition to their stubborn eyes, there were only cruel and Yinqiu. They were the toughest warriors in the queue. The iron-blooded warriors who came out of the battlefield of the North Dragon Canyon would not frown even if the enemy's blade slashed to the eyelids. They were also the Redstone's supervisor.

The moment the red flag was raised, everyone in the queue understood the meaning. Once it appeared, it meant retreating and killing. There was no reason. Only blood and corpses could maintain the dignity of this flag. It not only includes all the elite warriors, but also Redstone himself. It is also the flag of decisive battle, and it is also the flag of gambling life that will lead to success if you fail.

The chaos was stopped the moment the flag was raised, and the tragic atmosphere was brewing in the team. Every elite warrior was not going to see the bodies lying on the ground and the wailing wounded. He only had a army of deserted people facing each other, like a dark clouds pressing over him.

The artillery is fired again and again, and each time it is fired, more or less shells fall into the queue. Each shell that bombards the queue will cause more or less casualties, and more casualties are added to an astonishing number. At this moment, the lives of elite warriors have become worthless consumables, used to consume the high-temperature resistance of the opponent's artillery.

After the artillery fires five shells in a row, it must stop dissipating heat unless it is cooled down with water, but this will cause the lifespan of the artillery to be severely reduced. The people in the wild seem to have not expected this problem. The underground people who taught the people in the past were killed by the people themselves, so naturally they didn't know what to do.
Chapter completed!