.Eighty-five, get out of the waste soil

Eighty-five, get out of the wasteland

For any male with normal orientation, facing such sweat with his own eyes, the muscles and beards are entangled with each other enthusiastically, and the scene of the explosion of love in the burning is a severe test that seriously hurts the eyes and the soul, and may even leave permanent trauma on the gods.

A person like Kuroshima Hitomi is a very calm person who is just blushing and screaming.

More soldiers either turned around tremblingly, covered their faces with their hands, bent down to make squat defense postures, or lie among the pile of sand and vomited wildly. Some people knelt on the ground, closed their eyes, muttered words, and prayed devoutly to the gods they believed in.

The extremely conservative general Yang Xien, who was extremely conservative in terms of xing concepts, was immediately weakened and his eyes turned black. He fell to the ground and fainted.

Only Angela's great arcane, whose mind was completely distorted, still enjoyed the grand scene of the burning love ahead with a satisfied and enjoyable expression - men cào men, men cào stallions, stallions... Occasionally, there are a few mares to make some fun.

When Marshal Feri Taylor returned to the rescue from the near the imperial capital with his main force, the battle on the south bank of the shadow sea had completely ended. The remaining Tukan people completely gave up all attempts to annihilate the enemy and left behind the evil friends in the sand dunes. They all fought desperately with their eyes blankly and fled in a mess.

The soldiers of the Giant Bear Legion, who were originally being chopped and killed, were also unintentional to take revenge. They just used the amazing speed of a tiger chasing behind them to quickly escape from this hell-like collective performance, and then found a cool place to vomit wildly.

——Although among the recruits recruited from Japan, there are also many men-style samurai warriors... They call them "all ways", and the "small surname" who subscribe to samurai usually uses their butts to eliminate their master's job. However, the horror scenes of people playing horses and horses playing horses are still a bit too heavy, and even real gay men can't stand it - looking at the "horse whip" that is comparable to the arms, bringing in and out with bright red bloodshots, bringing out a burst of high-pitched howls that are both excited and terrifying, no matter that gay man, he feels a little chill behind his butt.

As for those who are not gay, let alone.

"…Huh? This is… Dahasan? Didn't you get an arrow in your knee? Why did you wrap your eyes with a bandage?"

"...Ah, I blame my sister who is a field nurse. (Update the latest chapter of this book) I just woke up from the fainting mile when I heard her say something incoherently: "The world of a group of men making a grammatical trick is already terrible. I didn't expect that it was actually a small witch who saw a big witch, no matter what method he used, he must not let my dear brother fall into a stranger world of human and beasts'... Then I bandaged my head without saying anything.

By the way, what strange thing happened on the battlefield later? It actually blocked my deep-Piao Tianyi, King Diglio, and asked the Cormier army to launch an attack... Relying on the sophistry of sè, he almost successfully convinced the king, but he could not drive the soldiers below. These poor people who were originally depressed by the withdrawal of the imperial capital and were frightened by the terrifying news of the demise of the empire, after watching such a terrifying collective scene, they fell into a state of collapse and absent-mindedness. After hearing the order to advance, they almost exploded the camp and mutiny...

So, under the rumor of complaints, His Majesty King Diglio had to command the army to give up the camp and continue to retreat to his own territory in the south. In fact, due to the interruption of communication, he was also in great need of whether the Kingdom of Cormier survived this catastrophe, so he was very anxious... If even his old nest had been taken over, what's the point of fighting here?

Even during the retreat, the last Southern Army had obvious sequelae. Many people dared not get too close to each other. Even when marching in a row, they would subconsciously keep a distance as far as possible. Even if the most normal man is hugging the same man, he would definitely get goose bumps. As for the deserters, there were countless deserters, and after only seven days, he had escaped one-third.

Fortunately, because the bad news of the destruction of the empire was too shocking, and the collective Fujishu in the desert was too disgusting, the tens of thousands of Northern Army, who were also seriously injured in their hearts, had no intention of pursuing them. King Cormier, who was actually on the verge of collapse, was able to return to the local area safely.

Two days later, after sheltering the remaining officers and soldiers on the south bank of the Shadow Sea, and sending a priest to provide psychological counseling for some soldiers with the worst conditions of the gods, Marshal Fili Taylor ordered the entire army to set sail south, leave this wasteland with nothing as soon as possible, and find a place to gain a foothold.

——The cities, villages, pastures and fields near the imperial capital were all destroyed. Tens of thousands of soldiers were quickly consuming the limited number of supplies on the Xiangrui every day. More importantly, in this core area of ​​the catastrophe, he could not receive news from the rest of the empire's territory. He was simply disgusted and naturally could not formulate a next action plan - only by going out can he know what to do next.

However, since Angela's great arcane is only good at "pink spells" and lacks mechanical skills, he can only activate the basic functions of Miser energy core, keeping the Silver Trojans floating, but still cannot play with the ship's maximum engine. Therefore, Feili had to try to none a thick black and hard iron chain, tie the two ships one in front and one behind, and then let the Xiangrui drag the Silver Trojans to set sail and slowly travel south.

In this way, under the drag of the Xiangrui, the two floating battleships carried tens of thousands of soldiers, flew over the shadow sea that was rapidly drying into swamps, flew over the steep and scimitar mountain range, flew over the Gobi desert with sand dunes, flew over the withered and yellow grass and the shepherdless, and finally arrived at the first city south of the imperial capital that was not destroyed by catastrophe, sandwiched between the Kingdom of Cormier, the hub between the Republic of Sambi and the valley, and the city of Tivanton.

This city is located on the northwest border of the Kingdom of Cormier. It has always been in fierce competition among all parts of the capital, Sambiya, the valley, Cormier and the imperial capital. After the Neseril Empire fell into the north-south division, the city of Tivanton was seized by the Kingdom of Cormier. When the Xiangrui floating battleship flew over the city of Tivanton this time, dozens of Cormier soldiers were stationed in the city. The retreating King Cormier** also left here the day before, led by His Majesty King Diglio, and continued to travel south.

Although they were on the hostile side, due to the fact that the power difference was really different, the defenders of Tivanton City had no will to resist at all. After seeing the huge hull of Xiangrui, they scattered. The business associations and gentry in the city quickly organized a maintenance meeting and surrendered to the northern army.
Chapter completed!