Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

It wasn't just the Qingyang Gang's mines that were attacked.

As Lu Meng and Xiao Gu sneaked along, they could hear alarms ringing from bronze bells in many streets, shouting to kill, roaring, crying... all the chaos seemed so illusory because of the distance.

Such a large-scale invasion can only be the migration of the fog people. Their tribe is hunting for food in order to establish a new home.

The mine and these streets happened to be in the same area. It was only because the Qingyang Gang was relatively powerful that they were able to extend their tentacles here to control the mine. The previous conflicts with other gangs were also caused by it.

But the heavy fog man did not appear.

It is the reaper.

When it appears on the battlefield, the war is over and there will be a new enclosure.

Relying on Xiaogu's sense of smell and guidance, Lu Meng discovered it.

This thing was sitting among the ruins, with the rotten wooden floor and the flat rammed earth beneath it. It had its legs crossed, its long arm flat between its knees, and its hands on both ends.

If it weren't for the fresh blood-stained torture stake standing in front of it, it would look more like a monk-like warrior.

Even the heavy fog people don't really know what they are doing. It should be that their actions during life have been engraved into their muscle memory, allowing people to imagine what kind of warrior it would be when it was still a soldier bee.

At the moment when it is not stimulated by the outside world, its big head is lowered, and from time to time it makes a gurgling sound of bubbles rolling in the slime.

Four or five ordinary fog men were wandering around unconsciously.

This is Lu Meng’s goal this time.

It's just that there is no way to increase his strength too much against ordinary Mist Man.

Under the double crushing of actual combat experience and swordsmanship skills, ordinary fog people who only rely on fighting instincts to show off their cruelty can only help him supplement some experience of cruelty.

This is not because they are too weak. After all, before they became foggy humans, they were just low-level worker bees who were diligent and did not complain. In the Western Hive Clan, they are excellent farmers and architects, but no one stipulates that they must be excellent warriors.

But with the numerical advantage, their ferocity and fearlessness still made Lu Meng feel some threat.

Because the goal this time was to improve his martial arts, he did not install the "simultaneous attack" module.

If the difference is too large, the proficiency gained will drop off a cliff.

Lu Meng touched the small bone and signaled it.

Gouzi was a little reluctant.

Lu Meng slapped it hard behind it.

"Awwww——"

Xiaogu howled in pain and ran out quickly.

All the fog men present seemed to wake up from their lost state in an instant, and their bloodthirsty instincts stirred in their bodies, driving them to chase the source of the sound.

‘Go around a crowded place and they will leave you alone. ’

Lu Meng believed that it knew how to get rid of these enemies better than he did.

The heavy fog man also stood up.

It just didn't have the same stress-like reaction as ordinary fog men. Its movements were smooth and natural, so it fell behind everyone.

Chi!

It was hit by an arrow in the back of its heart, and a steel cluster even poked out of its front chest.

But this didn't seem to affect the heavy fog man at all. It allowed the blood to drip from the wound and turned around to look in the direction of the crossbow arrow.

Keng!

The second arrow was chopped down by a long-handled knife.

Lu Meng hung the crossbow on his back, holding the cleaver in his hand, and walked out of the corner of the abandoned hut.

Not understanding the language and having nothing to say, he rushed towards the heavy fog people.

At the same time, the long sword fell down.

However, the Heavy Fog Man continued to retreat, obviously its long-handled knife had a longer attack range.

Just because Lu Meng was too fast, he was about to get close to him in an instant.

Although you can use the holding method to slide and shrink the empty circle, it is equivalent to giving up the advantage of a long weapon - the real blade of a long-handled knife is not as thick as a combat cleaver.

A harsh impact sounded, and the heavy fog man accurately swung his weapon and hit the middle part of the long knife, abruptly interrupting the fierce force of the knife.

Then the wooden pole exerted force and struck Lu Meng with a longer arm and knife speed.

According to common sense at this moment, Lu Meng could only stick to the center line and attack it with weapons. Otherwise, even if he could hit the heavy fog man's side by swinging the knife from other directions, he would definitely be slashed by the long-handled knife in the previous second. Open chest and abdomen.

But when caught in a knife-fighting situation, Lu Meng's strength and skills were not as good as those of Chongwu Ren. Sooner or later, he would be knocked away from the weapon and hit by the knife as well.

Facing the blade, Lu Meng could already clearly see the blood stains on it that had never been wiped off.

Dark red hardening is the life lost.

He lowered his head and did not choose to attack. Instead, he held the long knife upside down, turned his wrist, and used the entire broad blade of the chopping knife to protect his vitals from the neck to the chest and abdomen, and rushed towards the heavy fog man.

The iron hat was suddenly knocked away, and the edge of the blade made a scratch on his face, and his flesh and blood rolled around.

next moment.

Lu Meng ran directly into the arms of Chongwu Ren.

His footsteps did not stop, and he rushed into the hut next to him with Chongwuren in his arms.

The monster roared and used the wooden handle to forcefully open Lu Meng's hands.

Lu Meng also took advantage of the situation and took a step back, holding a long knife in his hand and assuming a chopping posture.

It looks like the situation is no different from before

There is only this living creature in the eyes of the heavy fog man.

The flesh and blood around Lu Meng exuded a fatal attraction to it, and it wanted to personally integrate this person's life with its own.

By way of digestion.

It howled and slashed.

Click.

The end of the long-handled knife was stuck by something, and the attack came to an abrupt halt, and was easily blocked by Lu Meng.

The man in the heavy fog turned his eyes and saw that it was not an enemy, just a crooked beam.

The ceiling of this house has completely collapsed, but the surrounding walls and pillars and beams are still standing.

They arrived "indoors."

The cramped environment will limit the performance of the heavy fog man's long soldiers to the greatest extent.

Lu Meng turned sideways and guarded the door.

…

The Qingyang Gang's position was in chaos.

The mist man who stole in was just a fish that slipped through the net. Soon, under the siege of the gang, his limbs were cut off and he fell to the ground twisted.

The price was that seven or eight close gang members were torn into pieces.

Behind it, more fog people emerged.

Each one looks like a demon.

Crossbows and spears soon became unable to keep them out of the fence, and from time to time a Fog Man stepped on the corpses of his own kind to cross the line and enter the mining area.

And this often means at least ten times its casualties.

What is more terrible than death is the coming death.

The gang members are not loyal people to begin with. Seeing the evil spirits fighting all the way to the mine, their morale will collapse before the defense line.

If Wang Hu and her personal guards were not still guarding their rear, with sharp knives pointed at their backs, these gang members might have retreated unconsciously.

Wang Hu's expression was also quite solemn.

She did not choose to fight the Fog Man. Her task at this moment was to use her power to hold the last line of defense, and use her eyes to drive back every gang member who tried to escape.

In this war, a warrior's power is like a pebble thrown into the tide, and the waves it makes are no more powerful than the original flow.

Once the defense collapses, it's all over.

Even if they retreat to the center of the mine, they actually have no way out. The Qingyang Gang has no way to retreat.

That's when the carnage really began.

The bright red blood and foggy slurry splashed freely on the dry ore sand.

One after another, the foggy people broke through the defense line formed by the gang members with human walls and weapons.

Wang Hu could only lead his guards to stop them, but he could not guarantee that everything would be taken care of.