Chapter 1342: Brave Little Overlord

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After the Sun God Chariot Unit was destroyed, the Sun God Kingdom was not completely crushed, but was extremely angry. The whole country was united and planned to fight to the end.

Amar'e Stoudemire stood on the city and roared angrily: "You damn bastards, I will never let you go, and I will fight you to the death."

Zhao Yiming stood in the back and saw it, and he was also very angry, but considering that he still needed the cowards of the Warriors to persuade the Warriors Kingdom to surrender, he could not touch them for the time being.

He had to order others to continue the attack. After receiving his order, those Western cannon fodder camps launched a tide-like offensive against Phoenix City.

However, Phoenix City was really united. All the people fought hard there, and all kinds of weapons rained down, hitting everyone with blood.

Facing the continuous casualties, the Eastern Gods really had no meaning at all, and still shouted at them to continue to rush forward. Only the dead Westerners were good Westerners.

Phoenix City is not actually a strong city. It has shortcomings in all aspects, especially the height and thickness of the city walls, which are not even a little bit worse.

Faced with this tide-like offensive, the city wall was immediately lost and was soon attacked by the enemy, but they were still shouting and killing the enemy.

Many people shouted and hugged their opponents, jumped off the city wall, and died with their opponents, but this unequal consumption made their pressure even heavier.

Amar'e Stoudemire roared angrily there, with a sun halberd in his hand, constantly beheading his opponents, and his men were also very welcoming.

The two sides killed the sun and the moon without light, and the blood dyed the sun red. This desperate fight greatly weakened the morale of the cannon fodder camp.

Zhao Yiming kept feeling the changes in the air. This moment was really weird and unpredictable. The luck was boiling like boiling water, but it was more like a last gasp.

Klay Thompson and Dermond Green looked at each other again, and immediately organized the sharpshooters to shoot wildly at the city. Anyway, there were surrendered soldiers on the city, and it didn't matter if they died.

Many times, this kind of inhumane and indiscriminate attack can achieve excellent results. The people fighting on the city wall fell under the rain of arrows in an instant, and most of them were their own people.

Mike Williams, a subordinate of Amar'e Stoudemire, looked angry, waving the knight's sword in his hand, and rushed towards the sharpshooters.

Facing the bow and arrow that came out of nowhere, he still gritted his teeth and was soon shot like a hedgehog, but the speed of the charge did not change.

Dermond Green saw that he was covered in wounds and thought he could take advantage of him, so he rushed towards the other party, and then he kicked him in the balls with his best kick.

Mike Williams also held the determination to die, allowing the other party to kick his balls to pieces, and the long sword in his hand also pierced the other party's heart.

Davin Reed and Tek Yunus were furious when they saw their brothers being killed. They waved their knight guns and rushed over here.

However, the sharpshooters were prepared this time. They fired arrows with attributes. One of the two people, Ice and Fire, was frozen into ice and the other was turned into ashes.

Amar'e Stoudemire was heartbroken, but he still gritted his teeth and led his men to retreat into Phoenix City to fight with the other side in the streets.

Those cannon fodder camps rushed in. They were extremely fierce to their own people, as if they were not allies of the West at all, but just pigs and dogs.

And they absolutely killed everyone, men, women, old and young, and even children of a few months old were cut in half with a knife.

However, street fighting was indeed cruel. The cannon fodder camp had been paying a huge price, often sacrificing more than a dozen people in exchange for one person from the other side.

But their biggest advantage was their large number of people. Even with such a loss ratio, they still had an absolute advantage and did not give the other side any chance at all.

Amar'e Stoudemire and his remaining men stayed in the palace, intending to use this place for the final resistance, but now most of his men are dead.

The cannon fodder camp surrounded the place. Jordan Clarkson, the surrendered general of the Lakers Kingdom, looked at him and shook his head and said, "You are worthy of being the little overlord who was famous all over the world. You have done your best now.

This defeat is destiny, not something that can be resisted by human power. It can be said that it is not a crime of war. You might as well surrender. The adults will definitely treat you well.

Just like the stone Buddha Marshal Duncan, who has now established roots in the human world and is the god of war in the West, enjoying the incense of the people. You can go to him to be a general."

Amar'e Stoudemire laughed proudly and said, "Only your Hu Kingdom still maintains the confidence of the nobility. The others are just garbage.

We are descendants of the sun god. We will only die in battle and will not surrender. Now that my brothers have gone, what is the point of staying? Come on if you are not afraid of death!"

Shaun Livingston of the Warriors saw that the opponent was exhausted and thought it was a good opportunity to pick up a bargain. He immediately waved the cross sword in his hand and rushed up with a roar.

Amar'e Stoudemire looked at him with disdain, and swung the Apollo 14 in his hand suddenly. Everyone felt the sun rising, and Shaun Livingston melted like ice and snow.

After this blow, Amare Stoudemire spit out a mouthful of blood. His own injury was also very serious, and this affected his wound again.

David West, another despicable guy from the Warriors, felt that his opportunity had really come this time. He picked up the warhammer in his hand and rushed out with a roar.

Amare Stoudemire watched the opponent hit him with a hammer, with a look of disdain on his face. He raised the Sun Halberd upwards and immediately raised the hammer aside. Then he swung the Sun Halberd and slashed the opponent's neck. superior.

This guy was like a revolving door, killing more than a dozen divine generals in a row, but his injuries became more and more serious, and he finally stood up with the Sun God Halberd to support his body.

Jordan Clarkson slowly came to him, bowed respectfully, then waved the battle sword in his hand and chopped off one of his six-yang leaders.

Zhao Yiming came from a distance at this time and said to Jordan Clarkson: "This is a respectable opponent. Let's sew his head and give him a good burial.

I will notify the World of the Undead and take more care of him. I hope that he can return to the status of a god in the future and can be used by my elder brother. Clean up the battlefield! "