But even so, human resistance will cause minimal damage to these Cyclops.

The musketeers shot countless bullets, and the gorgeous skills of those warlocks only slowed down the giants.

Finally, a Curry man climbed over the wall, and his tall body was as terrifying as a demon in front of the tiny human beings.

A soldier was unable to load ammunition due to excessive fear.

Soon, the Curry grabbed his head, and amid his painful struggle, the Curry's big hands crushed his head.

The soldiers were frightened and retreated desperately.

"Hold on! Fuck it, get back."

The officer killed several people in a row to stop the collapse.

The Curry man drooled and swept the human soldiers with a huge axe.

Gunshots, screams, and scolding indicate that the human camp has reached the brink of falling.

And among the people running around, a figure walked against the current and turned into a afterimage and swept over the crowd.

Qingyang, who had arrived, just stopped and saw an axe bigger than his body slashing towards him.

He quickly flew back.

The overbearing power of the axe instantly swept the chest wall above the city.

Lin Qingyang's eyes narrowed and he kept thinking: "What a strong power, it is obviously different from those cyclops before.

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Facing the possible masters of Curry, Lin Qingyang did not dare to be careless at all. He put the knife in front of his chest and stared at the Curry vigilantly.

The human who avoided his attack made the Curry feel very angry and seemed to have been challenged.

He roared and came to Lin Qingyang again.

Faced with such fierce power, he could only rely on his own flexibility to deal with the other party, and from time to time he saw the opportunity and left a scratch on the giant.

Although the physical strength of Curry is abnormal, Lin Qingyang is not weaker than this kind of creature in terms of strength, and is even stronger.

It was just that the poor weapons in his hands seriously affected his strength.

But even so, in less than a minute, the Curry's legs were already bloody and he staggered and knelt on the ground on one knee.

For the enemy, Lin Qingyang would not give the other party any chance to breathe.

After throwing two short spears out, distracting Curry's attention, a silver light flashed past Curry's neck the next second.

The Curryman seemed to have been used to impose a method of immobilizing, kneeling there motionlessly.

Soon, a ferocious head rolled down from his neck, and a huge headless corpse slammed heavily on the city wall.

Although one of them was solved, the human defense line was already in chaos at this time, and the Curry people broke open the broken city wall.

Human corpses are everywhere.

Lin Qingyang saw a young soldier holding the arm of a cyclops and stabbing desperately with a dagger.

But his power was too weak, and soon Curry pulled him off his body and tore it into two pieces.

Blood scattered in the internal organs, making it look like Shura hell.

Lin Qingyang was filled with anger.

"I'll fuck your ancestors!"

With a loud curse, he casts only a short spear.

His figure followed closely behind.

The Curry seemed to have noticed the danger, and just turned his head and instinctively dodged for a moment.

The short spear instantly pierced his shoulder, but before he could react, Lin Qingyang's had already arrived in front of him.

With his hands raised his sword, Curry's head was slashed in half.

And Lin Qingyang's steel knife that had been with him for a long time finally broke.

Lin Qingyang kicked the giant's body away and threw away the broken knife.

His eyes swept to another battlefield.

There, the two warlocks and dozens of musketeers were desperately resisted in front of a gap.

Lin Qingyang glanced at the two barrels of oil not far away, grabbed one of them casually, and threw it at the Curry people.

A loud shout

"set fire!"

The two sorcerers flew over here when they saw a cylinder. They saw Lin Qingyang rushing towards him at an exaggerated speed. Although they could not understand what the oriental man called again.

But now there is no need for any translation, and the two of them immediately understand it.

I saw a warlock quickly raised his right hand and aimed it at the flying cylinder, with an extremely solemn expression.

Soon a hot flame appeared in his palm.

The flame shot out instantly and hit the barrel accurately.

The gasoline barrel ignited by the high temperature exploded instantly.

Devour several Curry people and a few unlucky humans into the sea of ​​fire.

At this time, Lin Qingyang had already come. Under the shocked gaze of the Middle Eastern people, Lin Qingyang jumped onto the shoulders of the Curry people with flames.

Without any hesitation, his fist smashed at the back of Curry's head like raindrops.

In just a few seconds, Lin Qingyang smashed dozens of punches.

He didn't care about the injuries on his fist, and inserted his right hand between the broken flesh and blood, pulled hard, and pulled out the Curry's spine.

This scene was shocked not only by humans, but also by Curry people.

The battlefield seemed to have quieted in an instant.

Suddenly, a Curry man shouted something in horror.

The panic moment spread across the Curry people.

The Curry people who were arrogant just now fled here in horror.

Lin Qingyang threw away the spine that was still attached to the brain in his hand, and looked at the escaped Curry man with a frown.

The surviving humans watched all this incredible way.

"Living! Mom, have you seen it? I'll survive!"

A young soldier kneeled on the ground and cried loudly.

More people were confused for a while and suddenly burst into excited cheers.

"Win!"

"Win!"

Cheers rang through the camp, and people were glad that they could survive such an attack.

Lin Qingyang looked at the city walls that were about to be scrapped and the corpses all over the ground, and felt an inexplicable sense of depression.

When the weapons that humans are proud of lose their due power, they can only be lambs to be slaughtered when facing powerful and backward enemies.

Perhaps in the heyday of human civilization, we would not be afraid of these backward barbaric natives, but unfortunately, humans came to this strange world almost naked.

Without the protection of modern weapons, how fragile human beings are.

As long as humans are given time, it is no problem to restore their strength, but will this world give humans time?

He couldn't help but think of the strange aircraft, and who were those people.

Although Lin Qingyang doesn't know much about military equipment, he still has basic insights.

The technological level contained in that thing is far above that of today's human beings.

If humans face such a technological race, what should they do?

Lin Qingyang shook his head and stopped thinking about this. He looked at his right hand ticking and bleeding, and a skin was tied to the wound from the sleeve of his clothes.
Chapter completed!