[Steel Flame Steel] Blue Lion

There are weapons.

He only saw one figure just now.

Counting down to three seconds in his heart, Ed bounced out from the side with both hands clenched to the pistol.The speed was so fast that it almost stunned the enemy who thought he was hiding perfectly.Within half a second, the muzzle of Hei Dongdong's gun was aimed at the Ishbal's forehead.

After seeing it clearly, Ed felt dizzy—it was a teenager who might not even be 13 years old, holding a pistol from nowhere.

It is not uncommon for national alchemists to lead a team on the battlefield. They have extraordinary fighting power and can easily increase the survival probability of the team.

Roy tried hard to recall what he had learned in the military academy, including how to command a small army.Thinking about it now, no matter what kind of plan it is, it cannot completely guarantee that everyone will not be harmed.

"Are you under a lot of pressure?" Hughes, who happened to be in Roy's team, said with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort, "Don't worry, these soldiers are not as fragile as you imagined."

Fiddled with the gloves distractedly, Roy rubbed his fingers to feel the roughness of the lighting cloth.As long as he flicked his finger lightly, the burst of flames would instantly burn the enemy—he hadn't tried it.

But seeing the trusting eyes of those soldiers, Roy felt a little ashamed.He didn't know if he could do it, after all, everything that happened in the military academy was still vivid in his mind.

"Sir?" The soldier standing aside waiting for orders couldn't help shouting, but the black-haired man ignored him.Time is running out, and this major is still in a daze... This made the soldier couldn't help raising his voice, "Sir!"

"What's wrong?" Roy, who was hit hard by Hughes, realized that he no longer just stared at his gloves in a daze.He pursed his lips and focused his gaze on the soldier in front of him.

"Our trenches are no longer usable." The soldier pointed to the pitted area not far away that was almost bombed, and asked, "Should we reopen..."

Roy walked over to check, but stumbled over the bricks of the house that had collapsed on the ground.He staggered and almost lost his footing, and then he heard Hughes chuckle.

It is true that it is no longer usable, but it takes too long to rebuild it. Now Roy can't help but start to miss Ed, who is a genius alchemist. If he is here, he probably only needs to clap his hands.

And Roy himself is very unfamiliar with this kind of refining, and it is almost impossible to use it on a large scale.

"I can only repair part of it." Roy took out the emergency chalk from his pocket, squatted down and began to paint on the ground to make formations.He had read these from Ed's notes, and if he had said that, he still had a little impression in his mind.

Hitting the ground, a blue light flashed.

Looking at the gradually restored trenches, Hughes felt the convenience of the alchemist in his heart.When he first came here, the destroyed trenches could only be restored manually, and the feeling of holding a shovel was really indescribably strange.

This is probably why each team will be equipped with an alchemist. In addition to superior combat effectiveness, there are other scattered uses.

"It's very convenient." Hughes touched his chin and praised: "Alchemists are very good at doing this kind of thing."

After hearing this, the corners of Roy's mouth twitched—why did he feel that Hughes' tone meant that alchemists were useless in other ways except for repairing things.

The explosion not far away interrupted the conversation between Roy and Hughes. The man who was squatting on the ground raised his head and saw thick smoke billowing from the other side.

"What's that?" Roy asked, who didn't know why. The explosion sounded like a weapon of mass destruction.

"That's the Alchemist of the Crimson Lotus, Zolph J. Kimpley," the soldier explained after pushing Roy so that he fell into the trench.He reloaded and raised the gun. "The sound is probably his alchemy... I don't know how, but he can definitely cause an explosion."

The soldier raised his gun and opened it mercilessly at the enemy hiding in the corner.Roy couldn't see any expression on his face, as if he had no psychological barriers to killing people.

"You alchemists are indeed scary, but you are still very reliable during the war." The soldier muttered, so that Roy couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a derogation.But he only knew one thing, no alchemist would be willing to use his alchemy to kill people - this is an insult to alchemy.

Continuous gunshots rang in Roy's ears. He poked his head out and squinted to see the Ishbal man who was hit by the soldiers and fell powerlessly to the ground. The bright red blood flowed all over the ground, which was extremely dazzling.

He squeezed his fingers tightly, but couldn't snap them no matter what.

Once started, there is no way to stop.Roy hesitated for a moment as he looked at the numb-looking soldiers shooting around him.He knew the attacking power of the flames, and the enemy's end would probably be burned to death by the fire.

"Don't be in a daze, sir." The soldier reminded that he had run out of bullets, "The sooner the war is resolved, the fewer casualties will be."

"..."

'Snapped--'

《[钢炼/焰钢]蓝狮》皇家基尔ˇChapter49ˇ最新更新:2014-03-1617:02:54

The friction between fingertips brought a crisp sound of snapping fingers. Hughes, who squatted down and waited beside the cat, could only see a bright red light flashing across the air, and then a sudden burst of flames.

The tongue of flame that appeared out of nowhere rushed directly in front of the Ishbal people, and the heat wave rushed in front of them, with the possibility of burning them all in an instant.However, they did not directly attack their bodies, but turned a corner to form a wall of fire.

"I do remember that it is not necessary to kill the Ishbal people, right?" Roy asked. He changed his mind when the flames were about to burn to the enemy. Since he can do without killing people, there is no need to go down Dead hand.Similar to the scene he saw in the military academy, he never wanted to see it again.

"It's not wrong to say that..." The soldier looked surprised. Although the order was to capture the enemy and have a special camp to hold them, most of them would directly choose to disable the enemy. "You Sure?"

Before Roy could answer him, his thoughts were interrupted by the very close gunshot.The bullet that flew from the section of the fire wall grazed his cheek viciously, leaving a very light red mark.

The Ishbal people did not regard the firewall as a warning.

"Even if this is the case, do we still need to take prisoners... We don't have so much time to spend here." The Ishbal battlefield has always been endless, and the Ishbal people cannot be completely driven out anyway.As long as there are a few players in a battlefield, it can cause them headaches for hours or even days.

Despite the pressure, Roy nodded.Then he saw the helpless shrug of the soldiers, and the bullets that went right into the Ishbal's shoulder and thigh.

With slight manipulation, Roy stopped the burning flame.The soldiers who were already ready to go immediately rushed up, regardless of the injuries of the Ishbal people, directly and forcibly pressed them to the ground and clamped their hands.

The bright red eyes unique to the Ishbal people shone with anger and hatred, and Roy, who was about to step forward, froze in place.This was the first time he had encountered such a baptism.

"Hughes, is the conflict between different races really irreconcilable?" Roy murmured as he watched the enemy being forcibly dragged away.These soldiers were not even willing to give them emergency treatment, letting the bright red blood keep pouring down.

"Who knows..." Hughes spread his hands. He had thought about this question himself, but unfortunately, even if he had the answer, these soldiers without real power still couldn't do anything. can be resolved."

The sound of explosions continued, and a war that could end quickly was abruptly prolonged.There is not only blood on the ground, but also human corpses.Judging from the rotting condition, it should have been left when Roy hadn't arrived at the battlefield a few days ago.

In the narrow passage between the buildings, Roy, who was standing next to the soldier, could feel the sight of the other party's trust.The dirt and dust on their faces couldn't hide their smiles. "It's great to have an alchemist," they said, which surprised Roy. "Now I can rest assured."

Flick, flick, flick...

Roy suddenly felt a little tired. He could only see the wounded Ishbal people being taken away roughly, and then continued to fight.The bullets that kept coming out of these buildings made them panic. Unlike Roy, the places where these Ishbal people aimed were deadly.

Is war such a thing?

Until the end, Roy felt baffled—the way those subordinates looked at him changed a little bit. Of course, this reason was not discovered until Roy set foot on the battlefield of the Red Lotus Alchemist.

It was a scene that almost made him retch. The Ishbal people who were killed by the bombing had no way to maintain their human form. They lay twisted on the ground, with unwillingness and fear in their bloodshot eyes.What surprised him the most was that the alchemist was actually smiling, as if he had made some kind of art.

"I heard you just took them captive, is that true?" Major Kimpley threw down such a sentence, then Roy turned around and stared at the slightly crazy alchemist.

"But I can also