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Chapter 334 Waterfall?
A scale slammed into Zhong Ming's face. The hard scale, like a blade, cut into his left cheek and got stuck in his teeth, making him look incredibly ferocious.
Zhong Ming was 100% certain that this was a warning from someone's sister.
The enemies were like puppets in a puppet show, each struggling to escape the threads of fate.
With each shell that flew over this spot, the lake water below seemed to come alive, instantly becoming as viscous as cement, carrying the prey into the air and catching the shell steadily.
This was a killing field meticulously crafted for her, and even the entire Little Cannon Guard, who were the main attackers, became mere background figures.
Flames, death—the great formation laid beneath this lake is far more powerful than those in the military camp.
Setting up a military camp and keeping it a secret from everyone is extremely difficult, as there is a great risk of leaks.
But here, you wouldn't think that the troops responsible for testing groundwater are really just doing testing, would you?
The grand formation they spent so much time and effort setting up was all for this moment.
Some enemies quickly refused to go into the water and ran wildly along the mountain roads on both sides, but the "Sky Watching" outpost on the mountaintop also unleashed its deadly attack.
The flying beasts belonging to the Flame Wolf Army roared as they descended from the sky, hunting down enemies on land, driving them back into the lake or killing them outright.
The enemy who raided the camp suddenly discovered that they were now completely exposed to artillery fire from the mountain, and that the cunning humans were evacuating the civilians at top speed, using all their strength to delay their advance.
One trap after another was set up until there were no more survivors left, at which point the Flame Wolf Army could unleash their full firepower to bombard the entire position.
The barbarian leader looked up at the magnificent cannon of the 134th Battalion and asked, "Do you really intend to blast this cannon to pieces as well?"
Do you really think that a shell so weak it can't even destroy such a giant cannon is enough to kill our brave barbarians?
"kill!!!"
He roared and waved his banner, and the barbarians rallied, gathering around him to form an unbreakable wall of flesh.
Behind him was the "wall" of the Shield Guard Battalion.
The two long-time rivals lined up face to face. The Shield Guard was prepared for a fierce battle to stop all the barbarians here, but the barbarian leader did not give such an order.
He waved the large flag in his hand, pointed to the tall turret, and shouted, "Blow it up!"
Before carrying out this mission, someone gave him a bomb. Of course, he didn't know the specific structure of the thing, only that if he threw it into the barrel of the cannon, the evil cannon would be blown to pieces.
The first time, he was kicked off by the battalion commander; now, it's a formal confrontation.
The battlefield was divided into two parts. The remaining barbarian forces launched a fearless charge towards the turrets, rushing up the cannon barrels, while the slaughter continued in the distant lake, with more merfolk willing to charge towards the water, even though it was more dangerous there.
Zhong Ming fell back into the water and scrambled up the cliff face on the shore in a panic.
This is definitely using public office to settle personal scores.
It's hard to say whether the severed limbs that always seemed to hit him precisely were intentional or simply accidental.
A flame rose up and transformed into a fire phoenix soaring in the sky.
The battalion commander's tactics were incredibly brilliant, his fire magic was superb, turning the area under the cannon barrels into a sea of fire, and allowing Zhong Ming to see the attacking enemy clearly.
A barbarian warrior leaped nimbly from the ruins of the plank road like a forest ape. The battle between several Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sky was also fierce. Just as Zhong Ming was about to use his sword to attack, a giant sword fell from the sky. It was unknown which barbarian weapon it belonged to. It spun in the air and pierced into the cliff.
This blocked Zhong Ming's view, and in the blink of an eye, his opponent landed heavily on the greatsword and threw a punch at him.
Zhong Ming parried with his spear, but the fist, as large as a bowl, bent the entire shaft of the spear, creating a terrifying arc that almost touched his chest.
The next second, he was instantly thrown back by the force of the spear's rebound, and had no choice but to put away the spear to reduce the inertia and summon the mother and child swords to his feet.
"boom!"
"Ding!"
The bell rang and crashed into the cliff. Then, the mother and child swords obediently came to the stone wall, plunged into the cliff, and successfully reached his feet.
Just tell me whether you came or not.
This blow really hit him hard. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and forced back a mouthful of blood. His body, strengthened by the dragon flesh, wasn't so fragile after all.
It's just embedded in the mountainside! Even if we come again... we can't come again.
Zhong Ming's mind was racing, but he seemed inadequate in dealing with a tough, strong enemy.
This is the end point of the enemy's attack, and also an excellent vantage point for observing the battle.
Here, Zhong Ming could see the merfolk being picked off one by one. Fang Qianqian's sister rarely attacked the barbarians after the first round of attacks. Several dark figures were about to rush to the artillery position from under the lake.
"cracking!"
The firebird's mournful cry echoed through the sky.
The battalion commander was using all his strength to unleash his signature move, "Golden Crow Perched on a Branch".
A phantom firebird barely condensed on the cannon barrel, blasting almost all the barbarian warriors away. This move was extremely powerful, but also consumed a great deal of energy.
The mountain began to shake.
The chimes were set firmly, and the sound was exceptionally clear.
This wasn't an earthquake, nor the tremor of artillery fire; it was a bursting forth of vibration, a vibration that shattered everything, a...
Wait, the waterfall has been stopped for so long, you haven't let all the water accumulate...
The idea flashed through his mind, and the surging floodwaters seemed to respond to his "ingenuity," pouring down from above his head.
The barbarians were once so close to their goal that they could have easily leaped onto the artillery positions and torn those fragile creatures to shreds.
What is within reach is the furthest distance.
The flood submerged everything, and the barbarians who were nearby were swept away. The massive floodwaters submerged everything, and the entire camp was underwater.
Just a moment ago, the barbarian chieftain thought he was only ten feet away from the commander of the 134th battalion.
Now he knew it was a pre-planned, insurmountable distance.
The cunning human looked down at him.