Fan Yi pulled out the Triangular Military Spike, hiding behind the fortifications, slightly bowing his body.
He looked like a leopard ready to pounce.
Yang Fei glanced at the dark sky, sighing deeply.
"I really miss Sister Xueyi, damn, I really want to eat fried chicken and drink beer on Yannan Street!"
Less than fifty meters ahead, hundreds of soldiers were madly charging at them.
The soldiers were so close that they could clearly see the enemies' faces blackened by gunpowder smoke and their ferocious expressions.
Meanwhile, soldiers from the rear and sides were swarming in, their rifles continuously firing.
The two looked like leaves in a raging sea, ready to be wiped out by a single wave.
Eight hundred meters away, the face of Sorcery King was full of triumphant grins.
Hart Shaman's heart, which had been stuck in his throat, finally fell back into his chest.
He had never seen such terrifying soldiers.
