Just like the first thunderous explosion in early spring, the armored steel was twisted and almost bent to ninety degrees.
It flew out with Pantabo hanging behind it, and crashed down dozens of meters away.
The four seven Those with super-level power abilities were thrown around, hitting the surrounding walls directly, and then slowly slid down, then collapsed to the ground and could no longer stand up.
The invisible shock wave centered on Murray's fist and spread in all directions in a ring.
Everything encountered along the way, including weapon racks, humanoid targets, and even various handymen, fell down or even flew away.
Murray maintained the bombardment posture, and the edge of his fist was slowly cracking, blood began to pour out, and the phalanges of Murray could even be seen in the cracks.
Murray's phalanges turned out to be golden.
He looked at the distance between the armored steel plate and Pantabo's throw, and a smile finally appeared on his thick lips.
Although he was injured, he punched Pantabo and four seventh-level ability users away at the same time.
The flying distance was five meters longer than last month.
This made Murray very satisfied.
In recent days, The resentment that had been accumulated for no apparent reason dissipated a lot unconsciously.
Just when Murray smiled, he suddenly heard a faint explosion in the distance and raised his eyebrows, and the extremely weak shock wave was immediately distinguished.
This was the sound of a rocket exploding, and judging from the vibrations on the ground, it should be the collapse of a sentry tower outside Maca City.
Maca City has no city walls, but has set up checkpoints more than ten meters high in several locations to keep an eye on the enemy.
The reason why Maca City does not have a city wall is simple.
This is the residence of the governor of the northern border of the empire.
In the history of the empire, when successive governors of Northern Xinjiang led a full strength of fifty personal guards and five hundred personal guards, they had never been defeated in front of an enemy with less than 5,000 people.
Only once in history did eleven lords of Northern Xinjiang unite in rebellion, amassing an army of more than 20,000 people, and ambushed the governor of Northern Xinjiang who had gone deep alone because he underestimated the enemy.
That battle lasted a day and a night, from the foothills to the forest.
The governor and his three hundred guards finally failed to support the arrival of reinforcements.
When the governor and his captain of the bodyguard fell, they were surrounded by the corpses of more than six thousand enemies.
This battle brought peace to Northern Xinjiang for twenty years.
Murray's face immediately darkened, he clenched his bleeding fists and strode outside the pyramid.
When passing by an accompanying maid, Murray grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up to him, and almost shouted in the girl's face: "Where are my guards?
Call me all those dead pigs."
Get up, Pantabo, get up.
Don't lie there pretending to be dead.
Take ten people with me.
I want to see who is so bold and dares to blow up my sentry tower."
Of course, Pantabo was not pretending to be dead.
He withstood Murray's full blow.
Even if four subordinates helped him share the blow, the injury was not light.
It was an injury that could keep him out for a whole week.
But he felt the governor's raging anger, and he understood the source of the governor's anger.
Murray is proud and arrogant.
If it were not for his skin color, he would definitely not be sent to Northern Xinjiang based on his abilities.
Among the eleven governors of the empire, everyone knows that the northern border is the most barren area.
In contrast, Northern Xinjiang is also the most peaceful area.
There has been no major rebellion in twenty years, which leaves Murray completely useless.
In an empire that advocates personal force, this means that there is no opportunity for performance.
But the attack in front of him led Murray's thoughts in another direction.
The attack was neither early nor late, but it happened on Murray's watch.
Do these guys think Murray is easy to bully?
Standing in the square in front of the pyramid, Murray put his hands behind his back and stared into the distance, his face as gloomy as the radiation clouds in the sky.
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The sentry tower that was blown down was four kilometers away, surrounded by plains.
Gunshots were still faintly heard, and from here, one could see the attackers in two trucks retreating toward the distant jungle.
There were more than a dozen indigenous warriors running behind the truck.
The sentry tower was still burning, with seven or eight corpses lying around.
A few surviving soldiers were hiding behind the ruins, shooting at the retreating enemies.
But everyone knows how accurate an AK rifle is at a distance of more than 500 meters.
Unless you are lucky at level 8 or above, these guys cannot pose any threat at all.
What they did, one showed they still had the courage to fight, the other was a waste of ammunition.
The piercing siren sounded over Maca City, and groups of soldiers rushed out of the barracks and gathered at the designated location.
But then, they don't know what to do.
Some were waiting in place, while others were driving in formation and rushing out of Maca City, searching for traces of the enemy everywhere.
Twenty years of peaceful life have long made the officers of Maca City forget how to fight a war.
As for the war with the indigenous tribes, it is more like hunting.
In the pyramid, the heavily armed governor's guards were pouring out from several exits and forming a queue in the square.
The Governor's personal guards appeared behind Murray at the first moment.
They are all tall, with muscles as strong as wires twisted together, but not bulky, and they are all black.
In appearance, these fighters are almost carbon copies of Murray himself.
They are never expressionless, nor will they be afraid or betrayed.
The equipment of the fifty personal guards is very simple.
They only have alloy armor to protect the most important parts.
The weapons are daggers, machetes and three throwing axes.
They are simple and primitive, just like the gladiators of ancient times.
But even Pantabo didn't dare to underestimate them.
He knew very well what kind of destructive power these fifty beasts had in the rainforest, night and mountains.
Pantabo squinted his eyes.
Although he had not strengthened his eyesight, his basic physical fitness would improve as his abilities improved.
It was not difficult to see clearly the scenery several kilometers away.
Looking at the two trucks that were neither running fast nor slow, he tried hard to think of a word from his head full of muscles: "Luring the enemy deeper" This word ushered in Murray's increasingly bigger fist and punched Pantabo more than ten meters away.
Only then did Murray roar: "Nonsense, of course I know this is to lure the enemy deep into the body.
Even your whole body is covered with it."
Even a muscular idiot can see this problem.
How could I not see that those guys are using such an obvious strategy?
They are not luring the enemy, but provoking.
Do you know what provocation means?
Do you know how to spell this word?
They are saying that our intelligence can only see this kind of strategy.
How can I raise a bunch of idiots like you?"
Murray's furious roar almost spread throughout the pyramid.
Pantabo got up from the ground, shook his groggy head, and staggered back.
A punch that could break an elephant's neck bones only made him feel dizzy.
However, Murray seems to have forgotten one thing, that is, he cannot spell the word provocative.
"I'm going to let you know how wrong you are," Murray murmured to himself coldly, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "All the Guards are coming with me, two hundred Guards are coming, and the rest are on standby.
Go and tell The garrison commander asked him to send three thousand men to outflank him from the left and right, so that if a black-skinned monkey escapes from him, he will not have to come back."
A messenger rushed away.
In the complex urban environment, the fourth-level speed enhancement made his running efficiency far more efficient than that of a car.
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Two fat and burly black men walked over carrying a gorgeous, dark blue heavy alloy cast with one-handed heavy axe, with the axe surface and handle decorated with gold patterns.
They knelt on one knee and presented the heavy ax to Murray. before.
The heavy ax is one meter and a half long, and the ax handle, which is ten centimeters in diameter, is not something that ordinary people can hold.
Murray grabbed the heavy ax, lifted it gently, shouted "Go", walked away and ran towards the outside of Maca City.
That's right, Murray didn't ride a horse at all, but relied on his two long legs to run directly to the battlefield a few kilometers away.
His big bare black feet made an extremely dull sound every time they touched the earth.
Tremolo.
No matter how sharp the gravel is, it is impossible to pierce the soles of his feet.
Instead, it will be shattered under the heavy pressure.
The originally expressionless guards began to show excitement, cruelty and bloodlust one by one, and followed Murray towards the battlefield.
The Guards automatically separated out two hundred men and followed up, while the remaining three hundred men remained on standby.
Until Murray ran out of Maca City, the soldiers in the city had not yet completed their assembly.
Under normal circumstances, no matter how elite the troops are, it is impossible to assemble from scattered camps and complete preparations for attack within a few minutes.
But Murray was moody, and it was doubtful whether the garrison commander would be whipped for this.
With a ferocious smile on his face, Murray ran faster and faster.
In the end, he was like a mammoth sprinting at the speed of a cheetah.
The guards could barely keep up with him, and the two hundred guards were somewhat uneven.
Together, the team was dragged into a long line.
"Oops, the Governor has begun to charge."
On the top of a 30-meter-high sentry tower, the short and fat garrison commander put down his high-powered telescope, and without even bothering to wipe the sweat flowing down his face, he roared to the messenger next to him: " Go tell those two idiots Piro and Xialubo to stop wasting their time in gathering soldiers and bring as many people as they have now.
The young man set out immediately to meet at the top of Kafre Hill and told the two stupid pigs that if they couldn't get out of the city within three minutes, they would die if they couldn't intercept all the escapees south of Kafre Hill.
The attackers, before the Governor sends me to the gallows, I will cut off their eggs and throw all the women in their family into the military prostitution camp."
After venting hysterically, the garrison commander remembered something, and roared to the staff beside him: "Take a good look, what kind of bastard's army are those people from?"
The messenger was covered in cold sweat.
The garrison commander's speech was as fast as a rapid-fire machine cannon.
He didn't even have time to relay the order.
Fortunately, he was smart enough to hold up the walkie-talkie high so that the garrison commander's roar could be directly transmitted to the two corps below. long.
However, before the garrison commander finished his threat, the doors of the two military camps in Maca City were opened wide.
A dozen high-powered motorcycles rushed out first.
The knights on the motorcycles directly turned the accelerator to the bottom, and the entire motorcycle roared violently.
He stood and rushed out of the city at a crazy speed, completely ignoring the crowds coming and going on the street.
With a bang, a thin indigenous slave was hit by a leading motorcycle.
His body flew high into the sky and flew directly to a dozen meters away.
The knight in the car cursed angrily, and suddenly waved his right arm.
The thick steel chain wrapped around his right arm flew out like a poisonous dragon, and instantly caught up with the slave in the air.
A flower made of blood and flesh suddenly bloomed in the air.
Such a tragic scene was released on the street, but no one stopped it, and no one even dared to show an expression of unbearability.
The rider on the motorcycle was Piro, commander of the Third Corps, who was famous for his cruelty.
He would be fine if he killed a dozen free people, let alone a slave.
At the end of the road in the distance, groups of soldiers belonging to the Third Army were running at full speed, chasing their corps leader.
Although it was impossible for the two legs of these soldiers to catch up with their commander, everyone was running at the risk of their lives.
It is a tradition of the Imperial Army that the warrior who runs last during a charge will be severely punished or even executed.
The second tradition of the Imperial Army is that no matter what kind of enemy it encounters, the first choice is always to attack.
The third tradition of the imperial army is that the highest command is at the forefront.
This was the case now.
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Governor Murray charged ahead of all the guards, and the commanders of the two attacking regiments led the charge.
The only person in the entire Maca City who does not need to do this is the garrison commander.
Although the garrison commander's personal combat ability is average, he is the nephew of the current emperor.
However, in the Sun Empire, where martial arts was prevalent, this status could only get him a modest position, and it had to be on the frontier.
It was only a rocket that knocked down the sentry tower, but this rocket was like poking a hornet's nest, causing the entire Maca City to explode.
The two trucks that caused all this also got rid of their coy attitude and began to accelerate crazily.
The old car body kept jumping on the rough ground and might fall apart at any time.
The people in the car were obviously extremely frightened and desperately wanted to escape, completely ignoring their companions running on the ground.
At this rate, they would definitely be caught up by Murray before escaping into the forest.
"Starting a charge five kilometers away is indeed Murray's style."
Kubire put down his binoculars and murmured.
There were beads of sweat on his dark and fat face, which showed that although he looked very calm, Murray had been gaining power for a long time, and his arrogant charge indeed put great pressure on him.
The woods are not deep and only about a kilometer wide in front of the hill.
Su was sitting on the hillside of Mount Cavrie, and his sight was just right enough to see the truck speeding this way and Murray, who was chasing after him.
Su was still sitting on the high-backed chair, calmly looking down at the battlefield.
Although Kubire standing behind him has a powerful eighth-level offensive and defensive master, his role these days is more like a professional porter, responsible for moving this chair
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