"Then it depends on the third line of defense..."
The old man sighed, then said helplessly.
The third line of defense is the top priority.
Because... This is the real beginning of this battle.
Xiao Ling also nodded, his eyes a little complicated.
Because from this time on, it will be fatal.
At this time, Hua Qianshu said: "We should have another round of artillery fire. After all, the tank hasn't lost yet."
Xiao Ling was stunned for a moment, made a rough calculation, and then said: "Okay, then another round of artillery fire, and then... When the third line of defense begins, you must evacuate."
Hua Qianshu smiled and said, "Don't worry, those guys are more afraid of death than I am. As long as they have the opportunity, they will definitely run faster than me."
"This is not something to brag about."
"I know, but I like it!"
"Ok."
For this uncle, Xiao Ling is also quite helpless.
Hua Qianshu didn't shout anything. This time, he just looked at the sky and threw a small ball, and then... the ball exploded.
At the moment when the ball exploded, all the tanks rushed out like a roar of a beast, and then there was a burst of wild bombardment.
With the first experience, the second time, it will naturally come more smoothly, and can bring greater lethality!
Although... There are really few that really killed.
Under the roar, it really hurt many protoss and also affected the speed of their charge, which caused them to stay in that kind of ice and cold for a long time.
This time, they did not choose to use flames to increase their own temperature, because they were afraid that humans would create another flame, and then combine their own flames to let them burn themselves to play. That... really not fun.
The Protoss continues to advance.
Finally, came to the third line of defense.
Xiao Ling sighed, then said, "It's okay."
The old man sighed in the same way, then shouted loudly: "Three Ways!"
Not rushing, but middle.
In, represents a lot of meaning, it can represent the core of a thing, it can also represent the center of a geographical location.
And this time, it represents... Separation!
Thousands of people rushed out from all directions. They were all masters from all parts of the mainland. They were extremely capable of individual soldiers, and almost everyone had their own unique means.
At this time, it's time for them to play each other.
Because their purpose is only one.
That is, it is necessary to completely separate the middle of the Protoss from the other Protoss, so that the protoss army that looks like a monolith is abruptly cut into three pieces.
And to be able to do this, they must also pay the due price, such as... their own lives.
As soon as they contacted, in less than two seconds, hundreds of people in the human army fell and died tragically.
Blood and broken bones were scattered in the air, even if they were so far away, they could still smell a bloody smell.
This made Hua Qianshu couldn't help but frown, and said, "This... This is too tragic."
"Those who dare to die should be divided." Xiao Ling said: "If you want to divide a thing, you need a knife to cut, and even the sharpest knife will wear its blade when it is cut out, and it will be worn out. , Or even chipping. What we can do is to use the greatest strength regardless of whether the cutting edge is broken or not. Even if it is broken, we must make it worthwhile, right?"
The corners of Hua Qianshu's eyes twitched, and he sighed and said, "You really are the apprentice taught by that guy. It's just... this kind of force is not enough, or... just use Yin Lei."
Xiao Ling also hesitated, but in the end she shook her head and said, "It's not time."
Hua Qianshu sighed, and then said: "Actually, I did some tricks on these dark thunders, and I knew that such a situation would happen, so... I let those dark thunders have a connection, five As long as one explodes, the other four will explode together. I have told you about this, and how to handle it is up to you."
Xiao Ling's eyes lit up, and then he didn't say anything. He just cast his eyes on the battlefield again and nodded silently.
At this time, the battlefield was full of corpses, humans, and protoss, and these corpses only appeared for a moment, and they were no longer visible, because the rampant protoss stepped on their feet and crushed them directly.
But even so, everyone knows that human beings are definitely dead more than the gods.
The third line of defense, that's it... In less than two minutes, it was crushed and tens of thousands of people marched, and none was returned.
"It's over..."
Hua Qianshu smiled bitterly: "Even... still didn't separate them, the damn Protoss... is much stronger than we thought."
His expression was very painful, and also very unbearable. If he really didn't have such a big heart, he could send ten thousand masters to the battlefield forever.
Xiao Ling said, "No, it's not over yet."
Hua Qianshu didn't know what was wrong, it was like being provoked by a certain heartstring. After hearing this, he immediately furious, and shouted: "This is not over yet? How will it be over? They are all dead. They are not wrong. If they can't beat it, they can't beat it. If they can't be separated, they can't be separated. People are dead. What do you want them to do?!"
Facing the roar of Hua Qianshu, Xiao Ling turned his head and looked at him coldly, and then said: "Uncle, those who died in battle are far more noble than you think. They know that they are mortal and think that death is not their task. At the end of their lives, even if they die, they still want to play their value after death... This is much more real than doing all the hard work..."
"You... what do you mean?"
Hua Qianshu was stunned, not knowing what Xiao Ling was talking about.
At this moment, the old man slapped his hand, and then, from the second platform below, a stone tablet clicked and moved away, revealing a gap. A man in a black robe walked out of it and stretched out his hands. In the sleeve tube, only two dry bones can be seen.
The withered bones obviously had no flesh and blood, but they seemed to be alive, constantly shaking, fiddling, changing various postures, and finally... suddenly the two withered bones' arms were slapped together...
call!
Broken bones, into powder, flying in the wind, scattered around the world.
At this moment...
Shit!
A series of toppled teeth sounded in the places where the Protoss had just stepped on.
All the people who have died, the 10,000 masters, unexpectedly... all stood up straight!
They didn't move, but just stood like that, acting as wooden stakes, causing certain troubles to the protoss moving forward.
And in the next moment, as the sound continues...
Ten thousand masters, all of them, suddenly pierced countless bright red barbs in their bodies, like countless sharp swords, cutting around and venting, as if they were going to pierce a hole in this world!
"Blood Sword Sacrifice Nether?!"
Hua Qianshu's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted loudly, "How can you use this evil technique?!"