Just as Du Yuqi was sighing, another giant ice bomb was thrown over and hit the ice and snow blockade line hard. This time it was thrown from the right hand of the heavy mecha. Du Yuqi silently calculated that this guy could cross his left and right arms and throw, and the frequency of firing had reached four times a minute.
At the same time, the powerful force it has shown so far is already very impressive. If an ice bomb falls and hits someone solidly, even a strong person who has successfully awakened will most likely die on the spot. Therefore, the appearance of this strange mecha is enough to stop the Bantu tribe's crazy offensive momentum, and everyone hides in a hidden place and dares not show their heads.
"If I were the leader of the Bantu tribe, I would have to deal with this heavy mecha first. Otherwise, the morale of the army would be broken if they were suppressed and beaten like this. At the same time, this ice bomb can also destroy the buildings on the ice blockade. If the bombardment lasts too long, the people in the temple might counterattack, and we will be attacked from both inside and outside!"
These thoughts immediately flashed through Du Yuqi's mind, and he suddenly felt happy:
"Yes, if the Bantu people attack this place with all their strength, then they will certainly relax the blockade of the surrounding area. Doesn't that mean my chances of sneaking in will increase greatly... Although the Minsk Cathedral has been besieged for so long, the clergy inside should be exhausted, but top-level divine arts, such life-saving things, should not be wasted!"
"The Holy Temple has always had a good relationship with the Empire. Little Paul's identity as Count Latness will come in handy. I can also propose some exchange conditions. If I want to achieve my goal, I can't say it's 100% certain, but I have 70% to 80% chance of success. There is always a way out!"
At this time, the Bantu people had gathered together. Just as Du Yuqi had predicted, they came from all directions and launched a fierce attack on the square where the heavy mecha was located. Seeing this, Du Yuqi immediately began to make a big circle, then quietly slipped towards the ice and snow blockade line.
This time, Du Yuqi's infiltration immediately became much easier. Before, he would be discovered if he went forty or fifty meters at most, but this time he went about two hundred meters deep and still successfully hid his body. However, just when he was feeling proud, he suddenly heard a cold voice from a distance:
"Don't... come any closer."
After hearing the voice, Du Yuqi's pupils immediately contracted, and all the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant, ready for a complete explosion. Although he didn't see any figures at this time, Du Yuqi didn't have much time to waste. Even if he was discovered, he had to grit his teeth and force a charge while the Bantu people were dispersed.
Fortunately, a gunshot was heard not far away, followed by the sound of fierce fighting. Du Yuqi came to his senses at this time. It turned out that the cold voice was not a warning to himself, but was directed at the rest of the people. He thought to himself that it was a close call and he almost fell into the trap.
He peeked out from his hiding place and found three Bantu warriors with cold faces appearing below. Their skin and hair were ice blue, as if the icy temperament had penetrated into their blood. They wore a sharp wolf tooth necklace around their necks. Although it was a very cold day, they only wore a dark red waistcoat and a pair of dark red pants, which showed off their well-developed muscles to the fullest. Their eyes were also exceptionally cold.
Confronting them were four professionals.
Among these four people, there were two burly clergymen, a mysterious man with a tall and thin figure wearing a bamboo hat, and a woman carrying a machine gun who was the rear guard. Behind them, there was a group of civilians carrying three stretchers. It could be seen that the people on the three stretchers were all seriously injured, and blood was constantly dripping from the mattress next to them.
For some reason, Du Yuqi always felt as if she had seen the tall and thin man with his face covered somewhere before when she looked at him. His every move and gesture was obviously out of tune with the people around him, giving people a frank and cheerful feeling.
The two priests wore mechanical gloves, raised their giant axes and slammed them heavily on the ground, sneering at the three Bantu warriors in front of them:
"If you don't want to die, get out of here now. We are in a hurry!"
The three Bantu warriors sneered and slowly walked towards them, with cruelty in their eyes, but they kept repeating the same cold voice:
"Don't... come any closer."
"Don't... come any closer."
"Don't... come any closer."
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The voice has always been flat and indifferent, without any ups and downs. It feels harsh when you hear it for the first time, but after listening to it a few more times, it really feels like brainwashing. It can be said to be a devilish sound that makes people collapse. In this situation, the female gunman felt very annoyed, and she directly raised her gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
When these three Bantu warriors were attacked by bullets, they really shut their mouths and stopped talking, and let out a long sinister laugh. They suddenly entered a terrible state of explosion, and the main attribute of the explosion should be speed. A long phantom was dragged behind them, and rushed straight towards them!
At this moment, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became tense! One could even feel a strong wind blowing, and the murderous intent spread and penetrated into the skin and bones.
When the two leading priests saw the speed at which the three Bantu warriors burst out, and even left several long illusions behind them, they were stunned. One of the priests seemed to have more experience, and suddenly he seemed to recall something terrible and shouted:
"Be careful!! These are not ordinary Bantu warriors, they are elite Bantu guards, the chief's personal guards! They are perverts who have experienced the hardships of surviving in the snow cave!!!"
The Bantu people's snow cave survival is very famous. Every Bantu boy who is fifteen years old or above is eligible to participate in this activity, but he cannot participate after he is twenty years old. That is to say, everyone can only participate six times in his life. Its content is similar to the triathlon in modern competitions, and it often starts thirty days after the first snow falls in the Stone Snowfield.