Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 32 The Raptor Crosses the River
At this time, the "golden rain" from the maple leaves slowly came to an end, and the last fallen leaf floated on Long Kui's shoulder. The latter shook slightly, and the fallen leaf sank again, covering a " Dead body" on the back of the head.

Long Kui patted his hands as if nothing had happened and shook off some dust. Around him, there were already "corpses strewn in the field", all of which were "elites in black" buried in the mud with their heads down. .

Fingel was still holding up his hands in confusion at this time, looking at Long Kui who was walking calmly in the "pile of corpses" in front of him with dull eyes, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Senior, is this the welcome ceremony of Cassel College?" Long Kui looked around in the distance. A group of armed thugs wearing black and red combat uniforms were shooting at the campus mercilessly. The sound was deafening.

If he hadn't clearly seen the bright "Kassel Academy" font on the plaque on the door, Long Kui would have thought he was on the North African battlefield of World War II.

"It is indeed a school that can hire a psychiatrist as a professor." He couldn't help but sigh sincerely.

"Ahem... accident." Fingel put down his long arms in embarrassment, coughed twice to cover up, and explained:

"Normally we are very law-abiding, but today is a day of freedom."

"Free day?" Long Kui raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, to put it simply, today is a carnival for our students. In previous years at this time, we would hold traditional chariot motorcycles, but this year, at the suggestion of a certain noble man, it became a real-life CS." Fingel He spread his hands and explained helplessly:
"But it seems like it was a little overdone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Long Kui pull out two "Desert Eagles" from the waist of a "dead corpse" at his feet.

"It's real-person CS, right? Does that mean the bullets in these guns can't kill anyone?"

Fingel watched as Long Kui shook the magazine that he had removed at some point. The bright red lines on the bullets inside were particularly obvious.

"Yes." The slovenly bearded senior nodded:

"This is a Frigga bullet, which is equivalent to a tranquilizer bullet and has no killing effect."

"Oh?" Long Kui played with the two "Desert Eagles" in his hands, with an intriguing smile on his lips.

"Snapped……"

He slowly inserted the two large-caliber pistols into his waist, then put away the scattered playing cards, turned and walked towards the center of the campus.

There is the battlefield where the war between the two sides has reached a fever pitch.

"Junior, you don't want to..." Fengel behind him looked at Long Kui's attitude, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Since they have invited me, there is no reason for me to miss such a grand ball." Long Kui turned his back to Fingel and waved his hand nonchalantly.

Then he raised his feet and stepped forward towards the center of the campus, the fierce battlefield between the majestic church and the giant library where gunfire was raging and corpses were everywhere!
Fingel watched over Professor Manstein, who was still unconscious, and couldn't help but mourn for these excited students.

A ferocious dragon crossing the river is here to cause trouble!

……

"Church Church! Team A received an ambush in the southeast, requesting heavy firepower to cover the retreat!"

"Church Church! Two enemy elite teams appeared due north, requesting support! Requesting support!"

"Information came from the forward investigation team! The location of the opponent's headquarters has been locked near the Amber Pavilion. Repeat, the location of the opponent's headquarters has been locked near the Amber Pavilion!"

Countless roars and rough roars echoed in the radio channel, and the commander of the red team looked at the stronghold map in front of him expressionlessly.

The military lines above are divided into red and black. The red front is retreating steadily. The black front is like a file, slowly eroding the outer forces of the red line. A sharp corner is slightly exposed, so that the opponent can cut it quickly and accurately. Go down and make it an oval. It is enough to show the current unfavorable situation on the red side.

All the troops were suppressed by the opponent, and the group shrank them closer to the headquarters church.

"It seems that the Lion Heart Club is planning to serve us a pot! What a big appetite!"

A tall, handsome and unruly blond man looked at the battle line situation on the map with an expression of interest on his face.

"It's a pity... I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it!"

A sharp light flashed in the man's sky-blue pupils. He turned around and walked into the combat conference room where people were busy. He picked up the pager and issued an order:

"Alpha Team, prepare to go out, target, Amber Pavilion!"

"Alpha Team got it!"

"Isn't it too fast to use decapitation tactics now?" Someone in the conference room couldn't help but raised an objection.

"Unhappy, the decapitation tactic is just to force the opponent's main force to return to defense and release our defensive pressure. The real war is still to come!"

The blond man coldly inserted the sand flag in his hand into a place, which was in the direction of the magnificent Great Library!
"You want...the former wolf to pretend to be asleep to lure the enemy?" Someone suddenly reacted.

"That's right!" The blond man nodded, with an uninhibited smile on his face:

"What's the point of destroying an Amber Hall? Even if the perverts of the Lion Heart Society take away their headquarters, the remaining ascetics can still continue to suppress and attack us in an orderly manner, so we must destroy their barracks '! Destroy their source of weapons!"

He just got information that the Great Library is the logistics headquarters of the Lionheart Club!
After everyone heard their leader's plan, they seemed to see the dawn of turning defeat into victory. The combat conference room was instantly noisier several times. The intelligence agents responsible for contacting combat teams from various places shouted out various tactical directions with red faces.

Just when everyone was busy, suddenly, an intelligence officer suddenly stood up, and the chairs behind him were overturned to the ground.

"what happened?"

Such a big movement attracted the attention of the blond man, and he frowned and asked.

"Ah... Team Alpha lost all contact after entering the sycamore forest in the Amber Pavilion area."

As soon as these words came out, the war conference room, which was originally noisy like a vegetable market, fell silent for an instant.

"Did you get caught by the Lionheart Club's ace unit, the Fangs?" A hint of anger flashed across the blond man's ice-blue pupils.

Alpha Team is the most elite sharp knife force in his hands. The only one who can wipe them out in such a short period of time is the opponent's Fang Special Attack Team composed entirely of "A" grade hybrids.

Just as he finished speaking, a urgent cry for help came from the pager channel on the other side:

"Point A is under enemy attack! Point A is under enemy attack! The opponent is the Lionheart Club's ace unit 'Fangs'! Requesting support from the headquarters! Requesting support from the headquarters!"

The blond man was startled. Not only him, but everyone was stunned.

Then everyone suddenly had this question in their mind:
If it wasn't the "Tusk" force, then who did Alpha Team encounter?

(End of this chapter)