Chapter 3661： Blown up again (1/2)
Fang Fan squinted his eyes, then ordered.
The full-scale battle has just begun.
Among them, the controllable scale is relatively large.
”Oh, Lord...”
The commander of the Law Heavy Aircraft Artillery Corps, Bayless nodded quickly, and then silently led his troops over, and the full-scale battle had just begun.
The **** fight starts from this moment!
The next thing becomes more and more interesting.
There is always a rhetoric about how the situation develops afterwards.
”Luo Hu, you bring the Blood Shura Corps cover rule, the heavy aircraft artillery Corps...”
”After they finish bombing, quickly cover them and evacuate back!”
”Remember! Don't love war!”
”The main reason is to weaken the enemy...”
Fang Fan groaned, then ordered directly.
At the moment, this is still more critical.
”Yes!”
Luo Hu nodded, and then silently hid in the surrounding darkness with the Shura knife in his hand...
...
”Boy Fang Fan, you...you can do it hard!”
”Hey... I won't die until the Yellow River...”
”I see what else you'd better evolve into.”
”In the end, sooner or later, there will be a blood collapse...”
”How nice it is to be safe and stable...”
”If you have to toss, you have to toss!”
”What's the point of tossing and tossing?”
”How dangerous is this!”
”It's not that you can't see it...”
”What if something happens...”
”You kid, just can't be idle!”
Bai Piaoxu was babbling, and his words could not help but increase. At this moment, his desire to vomit could not help becoming stronger, and he kept yelling from the side as he spoke.
”Shh...”
”do not speak……”
”As much as possible to reduce the sense of presence...”
”Be prepared to evacuate at any time!”
Fang Fan squinted his eyes and glanced outside the military tent. At this moment, the Blood Shura Legion and the Law Heavy Artillery Legion had moved to another military tent not far from here...
Slowly, everything followed.
boom……
Rumbling...
The shelling sounded again!
The Protoss camp, which had been silent for a while, suddenly became lively again.
Even some cultivators of the Protoss race just set up the ruined military tent, and before they could lie down, they were slammed into several pieces...
The howling of ghosts and wolves gradually increased, and the surrounding spit sounds gradually gathered in all directions.
”Damn it! This **** star nuclear gun... why is it here again!” (Protoss language)
”Grass! How do I know it! I am also confused now! Rubbish! It's all rubbish!”
”Throw up, I... just threw up! How will this be done next!”
”Get out... Get out, it's too dangerous here...”
”Run! Now this place has become a place of curse, it has been cursed by the devil...”
”Curse? Is there such a thing?”
”Hehe... I would rather trust it if there is something untrustworthy than nothing...”
”Anyway, it's right to run away now!”
”At the critical moment, the generals don't know where they are going...”
”Hey... God will be incompetent, and the three armies will be exhausted! We don't even have a chance to rest well now.”
”The star nuclear gun seems to be launched from there, it seems to be the same place before...”
”Could it be that those enemies stayed there and stayed there all the time?”
”Perhaps...perhaps, this matter, who knows, it's nothing...”
”Rush... rush over, speed up, speed up...”
”My little heart is beating...”
”Step over...”