After leaving more than ten lives, dozens of Thunder Dragon Knights left like a tide. In fact, they just jumped back to their mounts and stopped, watching the train leave far away.

The roof of the car is not an ideal place for combat. The dozens of Xunlong riders who participated in the battle intend to waste time. In addition, each rider is experienced and has no weak strength at all. So much so that the four strong men joined forces and failed to achieve much results, but were delayed until now.

In fact, the battle on the roof was quite boring, and no one tried his best, especially the three high-level spies. Most of the energy was spent on each other's defense, and the number of shots was very few, and it was all up to Sir Clin to support the scene alone.

The rebel knights are even more so. They bring the essence of wandering without attacking to the extreme. As long as they hold on to their opponents, it is enough. Unless they are forced to go to the end, no one will fight for life and death. Well, even if they are desperate, they don’t need to go back and jump under the car and rest assured. At worst, they can just ride the Xunlong to catch up to the battle. Anyway, you don’t dare to jump down and chase them. Then why do we still have to fight stupidly?

The Barons really didn't dare to jump down. Now there was only a group of low-powered soldiers below, but who knew if there were any strong rebels hidden around them. There were not many people. As long as there were those with the strength in a carriage, they would pose a serious threat to the Barons once they secretly launched a sneak attack.

They are all seeking life in the darkness. No matter how righteous the words are, they show that they hate the rebels, they are not as important as their own life. Instead of going down rashly and fighting desperately, it is better to find a way to kill a few more enemies on the roof of the car, and spend a little more time at most.

As for the people who were still fighting in the carriage? The energy fluctuations in the carriage stopped early. There was no movement yet. It was obvious that both sides were conspiring to do something and were not ready to continue fighting. No one in this industry is an idiot. You have all started conspiring. Why do we still have to fight to the death to seize time? Therefore, except for Sir Clin who was limited by his duties and had to deal with the battle as soon as possible, the battle of the remaining three seemed quite leisurely.

So the battle situation continued in a strange direction. One worked and three worked. It has to be said that in this case, it was enough to kill more than ten tough enemies, which showed the strength of the four people.

Time passed quickly and slowly dragged for five or six minutes, a whistle suddenly came from the Xunlong group. The Xunlong Knights tied the reins and slowed down at the same time, and distanced themselves from the Eastern Express. However, they did not retreat, but followed behind the train in a distant manner. Not only did the number of people not decrease, but became more, which made the three Barons feel an ominous premonition.

"I'm really retreating for the time being? I don't want the Extinction bomb?" The three black barons looked at each other. In each other's eyes, they only saw doubts and confusion. "No strong people really emerged and attacked? Then what are we waiting for after dragging for so long? This is unreasonable. These rebels wouldn't have come to die deliberately."

In fact, numbing the opponent with a lazy look and trying to lure out a real strong enemy that may exist in the opponent, find him and kill him, this is the tacit decision made by the three barons after sensing the energy fluctuations in the carriage that came to an abrupt end.

War is a continuation of politics and always serves politics. No matter how deep the hatred the two sides have, there is nothing that cannot be sat down to negotiate, even when facing rebels. The problem is that in negotiations, the initiative and the right to speak are often completely opposite. Then if negotiations are inevitable, killing one or two strong men on the other side and avoiding being the one killed by the other side will become the best way to fight for the initiative.

Unfortunately, no one of the three barons expected that the other party would take action from beginning to end, throwing down more than a dozen corpses and leaving, so that the barons could only helplessly watch the enemy two hundred years ago retreating further and further away, but they could do nothing.

Standing on the roof of the car for a long time, the three barons looked at each other and shook their heads. The four of them were confused and crawled back into the car from the pried window. As soon as they entered the car, Sir Clinn felt the blood vessels on his forehead leaping violently.

You are so polite. You didn't remove the entire car, at least you left a shell for us, look at the twisted and deformed car and the door of the box that turned into fragments, and then look at the fast-retching rails and sleepers through the big holes on the ground. Sir Clint felt that he would be better off bringing some blood pressure-lowering drugs when following the car in the future, otherwise he would die suddenly on the spot one day. The problem is that he can't say anything. But he took over the most difficult enemy for him, which caused such great damage. If he said anything nonsense, he would be too ungrateful.

Well, that's true, so even if you find that there are a few more graffiti on the calligraphy and paintings used for decoration inside and outside the box, Mr. Jazz can pretend to be something you didn't see. The only regret is that the expression on his face is a little convulsive.

"That...sir, can you tell me what's going on?" The living room of the private room was in a mess, like a hurricane passing through. Only the sofa was tidied up and kept it barely neatly. The crow and the female leopard were entrenched on the sofa, and there was a row of wine bottles in front of them. The two were happily trying to pass by one bottle at a time, without any tension as they had just experienced the battle. The two old gentlemen, Baron Swin and Baron Borenke, sighed helplessly and asked with a headache, "Looking at the appearance of the two, you should have gained a good harvest."

"It's a great harvest." The crow shook his wine glass and said with a smile, "At least two messages have been gained, one is good and the other is bad. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

No one answered, everyone was looking at him with a very boring look, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

"Tsk tsk, there is no sense of humor at all." The crow curled his lips and muttered reluctantly, "Forget it, let me tell you the good news first. The extinction bomb is no longer in the hands of the rebels, and the rebels have no intention of detonating it."

"Hmph, just say it." Baron Chalinjie sneered and said with disdain, "that bunch of scum can only cover up their sins with lies, and even saints and gods cannot save their pathetic souls."

"They can't save anyone." Baron Swin said to Chalinjie's mockery, "But I also think the rebels are unreliable, so at least this is indeed good news. Sir, what about the bad news?"

"Bad?" The crow took a sip of wine and raised his legs. "The bad news is that the thing is probably in the hands of people who really want to blow up the train and the city, and we don't know who he is."

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Chapter completed!