MTL - Age of Collapse-Chapter 1158 Cangtian lost me

Along the way, it is not that there have been no defections in the Imperial Army, and the frequency of occurrence is not low. You cannot require everyone to have the spirit of sacrifice. There will always be people afraid of death.

However, everyone who has come to this stage and reached the end has refused so many temptations to defect. They have long been concerned about their lives, and only the "blood" that is incompatible with the troubled times rolls in their bodies.

In this troubled and turbulent world, everyone is slowly falling, especially those who have gone through years of vicissitudes, from the prince to the prince to the common people, almost inevitably swallowed by the cruelty of this era, they are always sneer Tell others, tell yourself: Only fallen can you adapt to this age.

They laughed at all bright-hearted people. They felt that these people were stupid. They didn't know how to gain personal gain, didn't know how to swindle themselves, hadn't seen the world, and hadn't been beaten by the times. They still had "ideals" silly. But now, these soldiers, whose average age is in their early twenties, are the fledglings who have not experienced the disaster in the first year of the world's population. These fools who are regarded as greenhouse flowers, they have told everyone with blood, who should be laughed at.

Behind the motherland, there is no way back.

Some were chopped by the knight, some were bitten by a ferocious beast, and some flew into the arms of their enemies before they were dying to play a glorious bomb, but no one backed up, none at all. This is a picture that can sing and weep. The **** man is unwilling to submit to the times and fight the vast darkness with his own ideals.

However, just like many wars in history, pure faith cannot bring victory. After all, the miracle of blood is the imagination of weeping heart and blood in the literati's pen.

The outcome of this battle has long been doomed. It can even be said that the outcome of this war has long been doomed.

When the Cross Church forces swept the Empire Front, it was like a huge wave surged into the sand dunes, pounced on, swallowed up, and finally left nothing.

The imperial army fixed in the form of a casual line has been cut into hundreds or thousands of pieces, and there are flesh and blood scatter everywhere. No one knows where his comrades are, and no one knows whether his comrades are still alive. All they can do is keep fighting until they are broken. In front of the front, he used his own strength to kill the knives and was regarded as the last sheep's hope. However, he could not change the war situation, and he could not even "influence" the war situation slightly.

Sheep's ability is too limited. She has two abilities that are most suitable for melee combat, but what about that? After all, a person is a person. A person cannot appear in multiple places at the same time.

Hoan Lisen casually sent two thousand knights to come, even if the sheep killed one in a second, the two thousand knights also consumed her for more than half an hour.

What's more, the two thousand knights received orders, mainly entanglement and harassment, and never stubbornly tried. Before the sheep broke out, they ran. The goats retreated, and they chased. Sticking her like nougat.

In this case, it takes at least ten seconds for Sheep to kill a knight. Infinite strength does not represent unlimited physical strength. In the battle, her physical strength is being consumed little by little. Once depleted, Hoariansen will Will shoot in person.

On the other hand, Mo Qian is also at the forefront.

In the previous march, he was the only one who could not die. As he said, he had waited for his whole life to wait for the position of Grand Marshal, but he wasn't here to be a rash man.

But now, these don't matter anymore.

Behind is the motherland, which is the last line of defense. Everyone is treated equally, from the Grand Marshal to the Unknown Minor, all just part of the flesh and blood wall. What the Marshal has to do, and the only thing he can do, is to be a soldier, and use his blood to tell everyone: Is it clothesless? With the same robe!

However, although Mo Qian already held his will to die as a soldier, the knights of the church did not think so. In their eyes, Mo Qian is still the Grand Marshal of the Empire, the meritorious deed of moving, the reward of beheading, and the reward of life capture!

At this moment, Mo Qian was surrounded by the knights of the Cross Church. They did not give Mo Qian a fatal blow, but teased him like a cat and a mouse.

A knight strode forward, long sword picking off Mo Qian's Grand Marshal's robe, holding it like a baby, cheering and laughing: "Look! This is my booty! The Pope will give me ... what!!!!!"

Before the knight showed off, Mo Qian was a backhand sword. The Grand Marshal's sword was exquisite in craftsmanship, cutting iron like mud, and immediately broke the knight's face armor, leaving a blood mark on his face that was deeply visible.

"Hahaha! Look at this stupid guy, it's disfigured!" The surrounding knight companions couldn't help laughing, a Teutonic knight avoided Mo Qian's random slash and struck him on the ground with a punch. Then he grabbed his hair and grinned, "What's the skill of taking other people's clothes? Look at me!"

Under the heavy pain of Mo Qian, the knight long coldly cut off his left ear and squeezed it bloody.

"Return to my lord !!!" The knight raised the "trophy" in his hand, facing the pope in the sky, and issued a loud roar.

Above the sky, across such a long distance, Hoan Rison has long been a small ant and can't see his expression at all, but the golden seal of fire behind him has condensed into a giant eye overlooking the battlefield. At this point, the giant eye looked at the Teutonic Captain, as if saying: Fine, I'm looking at you.

When the giant eyes came down, every knight felt bathed in divine grace, rushing forward and rushing forward, trying to take something from Mo Qian ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ as his loot.

In the face of a tiger-and-wolf enemy, all Mo Qian could do was to wave his own Grand Marshal's sabre until he was exhausted.

At this moment, all the enemies are enemies, no comrades, no hope. Looking back on his past life, Mo Qian only felt that the sky was unfair.

Mo Qian waited for more than forty years. How many forty years do people have in their lifetime?

I waited for a long time, I did wait for what I wanted, but it was broken, incomplete, and even ridiculous.

Cangtian gave Marshal Mo Qian the position, but at the same time gave him an unmanageable situation.

It is unfortunate that Mo Qian hopes to build peace with all his talents and talents. On the day he took office, his country was destroyed, his soul was covered with charcoal, his enemies had tens of millions of divisions, and tens of thousands of tyrants. They are all soldiers, none of them will be available!

None will be available ...

All the empires have been exhausted by those incompetent generations, and have fallen into history, none of them left to themselves ...

Anyone has one ...

At this moment, the tragic wind is blowing, the blood and dignity are destroyed to no avail, Mo Qian only feels dejected, and the past scenes echo in his mind, as if he can still remember the naive oath when he enlisted, and the new recruit During the company, the dumb **** get along.

Immediately afterwards, the picture was torn by the **** reality, and things were wrong, it was time that I wanted to go back but could never go back.

In the end, Mo Qian was endless, unable to turn against the sky, and could only sadly place the Marshal's sabre on his neck. Proudly, this is the final dignity of the Marshal.

"If my robe Zepolulu is here, I will never let me go out of my way !!!" Mo Qian cried in the sky, faced to the sky, and screamed in tears, "Cangtian lost me !!!"