The sky is blue, the sun is charming, and the lover’s beautiful face is wantonly publicized.
Thistle velvet flowers fly in the sky like happy children running on the grass, soft and fragrant, dancing in beautiful fields, and blooming in all directions, filled with a kind of softness and wonder, as if it were brilliant, and holding a feast in the sky and the earth every minute.
The scenery in early summer in Lichao is particularly charming.
Without the Kuroshio, perhaps this will be the first most beautiful summer for Li Cao people in Li Cao, but it will cast a shadow on their hearts before the disaster of Warcraft.
Although they are not afraid of challenges, the pressure of the coming rain still makes them breathless.
People in the rear are better, but they can forget something temporarily in their hard work, but the front includes 1 million migrant workers and 500 thousand people, but it is tense and urgent for 2.1 million people to stand by.
As time goes by, they are constantly perfecting these three miraculous defense walls and waiting for the enemy to attack.
And these enemies, that is to say, those fierce and terrible attacks will bring heavy disasters to Milla Gao, Warcraft.
The decisive battle moment is finally coming, and man and beast will eventually win or lose in this battle of Milla’s high prehistoric example, proving themselves to be the most deserving master of Milla.
The first defensive wall soldiers are busy cruising back and forth in the wide wall, up to four meters high, watching the arrow tower, and the eyesight eagle soldiers can’t stop patrolling back and forth from all angles and look into the distance.
It’s another sunny day.
In Wan Li, a bright blue sky, the sun pours from the sky and pours on the first defensive wall of Li Cao. The vision is very wide, and the vision can be tens of miles away.
Two soldiers who are looking at the arrow tower light in the middle are looking forward with dedication.
Suddenly, a black line appeared far ahead, and then the earth shook slightly, from slow to urgent, from light to heavy, as if death were running here in a chaotic rhythm.
As the vibration became stronger and stronger, the black line in the distance changed significantly, from black line to black wave, then from black wave to terrible black tide, and then the waves rolled over and rushed towards Li Cao
Just ahead is a black sea of death. Suddenly, a landslide and tsunami rolled up a black wave and vowed to swallow up the beautiful grass.
Enemy attack enemy attack Kuroshio is coming.
Two light soldiers were frightened to disgrace, and their hands were already sweating. They roared and sent out an alarm, drew a strong bow and put a long and heavy golden arrow on the bowstring.
Although their hands are still stable, their frightened eyes reveal their deep tension.
At the end of the day, they haven’t really fought Warcraft yet. They don’t know what kind of fighting power and destructive power these Warcraft have.
But soldiers can make them hold their weapons tightly and get ready for battle.
At this moment, the Fangcheng wall has already prepared for the war, and the soldiers have finally shown that they have worked hard in the past six months.
Although they were trained in a panic, they rushed to their posts in an orderly manner under the orders of the chief executive, and held their weapons in their hands without a trace of disorder, which belonged to the murderous order of real iron soldiers
Rows of long arrows have been set on the bowstring, and shiny spears are pointing far away, and the broadswords of Warcraft are carried on the shoulders of the warriors. It took less than 20 minutes for the light soldiers to prepare for the defense. The speed of preparation is also fully obvious. Li Cao has not relaxed his strict training for the army in the intense preparation for the production in the past six months. On the contrary, the physical quality of the army has been tightened to a higher level.
The soldiers of the Gaoaboriginal tribe in Milla who just joined the army were nervous and looked at their comrades-in-arms around them.
Before the war, these veterans around them were like their own brothers, joking with impunity. Except in the training ground, they didn’t see their fighting capacity at ordinary times. High soldiers in Milla always beat several light soldiers and were full of vanity.
However, nowadays, looking at these soldiers, the fierce and murderous look of marching forward, these high indigenous soldiers in Milla have finally become frivolous and ashamed. They already know that perhaps these soldiers’ ability to fight alone is much worse than that of their high and proud warriors in Milla, but these soldiers’ fighting spirit is strong and they will never give up, but they will never be matched as a combination of scattered sand.
War is an art, not an individual brave stage.
From this moment on, they have finally joined the ranks of these soldiers and feel really proud because they have become a light soldier.