National Juggernaut

Chapter 810
Life is always full of surprises or frights.

War is never ready.

"We don't need to support?"

".No, don't use it for the time being. There is a high probability that it is a fake attack. Even if it is true, it will not be served at this time."

The other legions at the headquarters set off one after another, but Zheng Li's peace legion was ordered to stay put and stand by.

That's not good news, and it's not bad news
"As the sharp knife of the "hunting king", we will not appear before the prey is exhausted."

So, when does the prey get tired?Zheng Li touched his forehead and sighed.

"...I get it, I'll keep my men in check."

The prey at this moment is still the top hunter, as long as it satisfies the desire to kill or even returns with a full load, it will really fall into exhaustion.

The issuance of such an order also means that the hunting team will not enter the battlefield in the early and middle stages of the war.

Then, you can only watch your compatriots fight to the death
Waiting is also a part of war, but seeing the signs of death one by one, and the cancellation of legion numbers one by one, makes people feel uneasy, and at the same time makes people lament their own powerlessness.

"No.30 Ichigami is defeated!"

"In the Xiwei theater, two more god-level combat forces have been crusaded."

"The secret weapon of the Winter Sakura War Zone has been analyzed. It is a time-space disrupting weapon. It will take a while to re-enact it. If you only have a targeted defensive weapon, it should take a week."

"Let them speed up, people are dying on the front line every day, up to three days, three days!"

There is a lot of bad news, but there is even more good news. When the first round of Atel's outbreak ended, when their elite and top combat power stepped into the human territory, they naturally suffered a backlash.

Just like the original human beings, the spread of the front has become the possibility of extensive hunting.

Every day, every hour, or even every minute, there is news that high-end combat power has been harvested. Those high-end combat power that can only be cultivated in hundreds of thousands of years have suffered various targeted attacks.

"I joined the hunting group, just to kill some second-rate goods, no problem."

Zheng Li couldn't help but finally made up his mind.

But this time, his opinion was not overruled because on this occasion, many other members of the hunting team, and even other hunting teams, had already quietly left.

Discipline?Everyone is dead, and his own people are dying in front of him. How can soldiers have any discipline at all.

However, they are still quite conscious, and they are all "fighting the weak with the strong", fighting against the wind with a high survival rate. Once the situation is not going well or they encounter risks, they will choose to retreat without hesitation. At this time, their lives no longer belong to the Own.

"Take Cancer and Aries."

After getting permission, Zheng Li set off with the whole group without hesitation. The first target to hunt and kill was a six-winged son of God.

He is an attacker on the battlefield, but the feathers on his six wings are bursting weapons. He is the king of endless storms and hunting battles. When he first appeared on the horizon, the flames and storms tore apart all defenses.

The most troublesome thing is actually his storm attribute, which brings extremely high mobility. It goes without saying how disgusting a high-speed bomber is.

But this time, he encountered the same type of opponent no, a hunter who came here specifically for restraint!
".Master."

When Jiang Fengyin took the lead, the phantom of Rakshasa gathered behind him, and the false god with thousands of hands and feet came to the mortal world.

Cannons, red arrows, ice swords, blood drops, armor-piercing heavy artillery, countless famous or unknown heavy fire weapons, all attacked the "bird" in the sky.

Time is a ruthless judge, but it is also the most benevolent healer. "Raksha" Jiang Fengyin naturally re-entered the battlefield after healed her injuries.

This time, with resources, companions, and cheating guides, "Master" easily crossed the limits of the myth.

One person is the output firepower of a regiment. When Jiang Fengyin dyed the entire sky red with the power of one person, everyone knew the weight of the "phoenix-colored sky".

"Wow!"

The giant bird didn't stop there. After several hours of bloody battles, even though it was covered in scars, it was still not afraid of any mortal challenge.

It accelerated violently, spread its wings, and appeared hundreds of meters away in an instant, as if it had easily gotten rid of the firepower of the Jiangfengyin Phalanx.

But a strange scene happened, the firepower array floated up collectively, directly blocking the giant bird!

"mortal!"

Roaring was meaningless, and judging from the result, this guy seemed to commit suicide.

At this moment, Zheng Li's vision of the future, coupled with Master's perfect "reflection", created this grand occasion.

".Stupid, inferior, curse you, curse you, you think this kind of thing can kill me? Stupid."

Like other direct descendants of the Atel people, they have something in common when they start fighting, but as it said, this level of attack is still too early to kill.

"Boom!"

The six wings spread out violently, and countless flames and thunder shot out from them, directly hitting the human firepower group that was close at hand.

At this moment, it emptied its firepower that had been stored for a long time, and directly collided with the human anti-air firepower.

The cannons, throwing props, and arrows disintegrated in an instant, and the mythical combat power of human beings and the son of God smashed into long-range shots. In fact, there was no chance of winning as always.

However, the people below are already laughing.

Even with 20 years of time, Jiang Fengyin is still just entering the mythology and not the top mythology. These seemingly bluffing firepower groups are dense and scattered. To put it bluntly, the lethality is not enough, and it is enough to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers. It is difficult to break the defense.

But this time, the menacing attack forced the giant god, who had already become frightened, to directly throw the firepower of the next round of attack, which has already made a fortune.

Of course, this alone is not enough.

The God Son of the high-speed air combat system is the most helpless and disgusting. If it cannot be killed at once, its mobile combat will cause continuous blood loss on the front line.

Zheng Li turned his gaze to the back, where there is his own spirit race, there is a way to solve it.

As a long-range bow-type Xiaobailong is already a strong enough magic soldier, but with the thunder attribute, she is naturally not suitable for hunting the storm-attribute Bird God Son.

If it is any one, any "god" is the target of restraint and hunting.

"Sagittarius"

But it's a pity that Zheng Li's eyes only got the man's silent shake of his head.

Zheng Li sighed helplessly, he also knew that any trump card is important at this time, especially the trump card that has not been turned up all the time.

"Zheng Li, you'd better take a rest. This kind of thing is enough to leave it to us. Heh, this year, right now, is the time when Feng Mingliu will become famous."

Taking a glance, he saw "junior brother" and "nephew", Zheng Li also agreed.

Time flies, time flies, and with the rise of Zheng Li, Fengmingliu has become the most prestigious shooter school in Shiqian City irresistibly. Although its entry threshold is high, the terrifying success rate of its disciples has attracted countless new forces .

Later, with the passage of time, they also irresistibly stepped into a more important battlefield - the Southern Continent.

Considering the relationship between Zheng Li and them, it is natural for Zheng Li to be dispatched. However, when Zheng Li saw his "Silver Sister" in the Southern Continent, he lost his temper. But he couldn't drive her away. go back.

Now, Feng Mingliu also has double-digit quasi-myth and myth reserves, and he would choose to hunt and kill Bird God Son because the Peace Corps has a prominent reputation as a shooter.

Now, when the sharpshooters are displaying their entire column, and when the sky is full of god-killing arrows that can turn and predict, the high-speed Niao Shenzi has encountered the greatest predicament in this world.

But even so, killing gods is still not an easy matter.

After half an hour or two hours, after Zheng Li and the top fighters of the guards personally entered the field to intercept the number theory, in the No. 17 hour of the battle, Niaoshenzi, who was "deep in depth" but unable to get rid of the air defense net, became the prey.

"Report! Zheng Li's Peace Corps and Fengming Liu bow masters, kill the 'Angel of Calamity!'"

Some people are right, at this moment, the cruel battlefield, the bloody day of hunting gods, is the time to become famous.

(End of this chapter)