The situation is indeed a little bad.

In the distance, the sound of the main forces of the Great Xia Kingdom and the Y Country clashing was bursting, and it was obviously to the point of white heat.

If it weren't for Mo Wentian blocking the vanguard of these five hundred werewolf dead soldiers, and just letting them destroy even one more corps, the Great Xia State would have been defeated, and it would have been a complete defeat!

The other party obviously knows this very important point.

The eyes of the forty or fifty werewolf dead soldiers were burning with rage, as if they wanted to devour Mo Wentian alive.

Mo Wentian is still calm.

It's just that behind the seemingly calm and relaxed, I am also secretly anxious.

This is definitely the hardest battle he has encountered in the past three years, and it is even worse than the last time he faced the siege of the three kings of the "Six Gods and Eight Kings" in the underground world, the Treasure Elephant Ming King, the Sword King and the Boxing King.

The only remaining forty or fifty werewolf dead soldiers are definitely all hard stubble!

Of course, anxiety is anxious, Mo Wentian's heart is calmer than ever!

The spirit of the god of war, which was like a tiger, was all stimulated.

Time is life!

After another burst of applause, forty or fifty werewolf dead soldiers pounced again!

Shots, they are all life-defying moves that don't care about their own life and death, and they are completely in the same posture!

Almost at the same moment, Mo Wentian's figure also moved.

The sword slashed again.

The sound of the dragon's groan followed.

"Snort" a few times, accompanied by the sound of sword qi cutting through the air, the sword light had already kissed the neck of the werewolf dead man who rushed to the front.

Blood gushed out, and there was another word of corpse on the ground.

In exchange, it is an even more ferocious offensive!

"General, in the battlefield situation that I just discovered, General Mo single-handedly blocked the five hundred werewolf dead soldiers, and bought time for the retreat of our corps, but it was just ...... It's just that in this battle, our defeat is decided!"

The senior staff officer in charge of monitoring the battlefield situation reported to Shen Yuechun, who was frowning, with a little panic and two restlessness.

"No! Can't be defeated! Absolutely can't be defeated!" Shen Yuechun suddenly roared, "Send the order down, let those retreating corps stop retreating, and rely on the terrain to defend on the spot, if anyone dares to retreat half a step back, they will be punished for defecting in battle!"

"But...... But General Mo is now under siege, and the situation seems to be a little bad......" The senior staff officer in charge of monitoring the battlefield situation was shocked, gritted his teeth and said it head-on.

"Execute my order! Otherwise, I'll send you to a court-martial!" Shen Yuechun roared angrily, "As for Mo Wentian, he is the culprit of this defeat, and now that he is under siege, even if he dies there, he is to blame!"

With this order, the eleven corps that had been retreating on the rumble stopped retreating, and once again became entangled with the field corps of country Y, which was in hot pursuit.

Mo Wentian single-handedly blocked the opportunity for five hundred werewolf dead soldiers to retreat and retain their strength, and it was completely lost.

In the battlefield, the sword of the king in Mo Wentian's hand has been shortened from the original zhang Xu to three feet long.

The light is not as dazzling as before.

There are also ten werewolf dead soldiers, standing opposite Mo Wentian.

The rest of the thirty or so werewolves fell to the ground. They were not killed by a clean blow like before, they were all severely injured, and there was still a glimmer of life.

At the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth, there was a trace of blood remaining.

The right hand holding the sword of the king was already trembling slightly.

The cold light flickering in his deep eyes was three points more than before. The killing intent exuded from his body was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, surging in all directions like a tide.

"Ahh......h

After another wolf howl of bullying, the remaining ten werewolf dead soldiers took out a syringe with a brush again, and injected the blue medicine into their neck arteries without hesitation.

The battle intent permeating the bodies of the ten werewolf dead soldiers has increased dramatically, and in just three or two breaths, it has been strengthened by more than five or six times compared to before!

Ten werewolf dead soldiers, who were almost seven wolf-like, pounced on them as if they had lost their minds again.

This time, Mo Wentian did not take the initiative to attack, but stood quietly with his sword in his hand, waiting for ten werewolf dead soldiers to pounce on him!

10 meters ...... Seven Meters ...... Five-meter ......

In the blink of an eye, ten werewolf dead soldiers had already deceived within three meters.

Mo Wentian still didn't move.

The right hand holding the sword of the king was still trembling.

The ten werewolf dead soldiers who had already approached Mo Wentian naturally noticed the trembling of Mo Wentian's arm, and instantly the killing intent became stronger, and they pounced on each other.

Ten pairs of steel claws have been revealed.

Twelve points of strength!

Deadly moves!

It is inevitable to beat Mo Wentian to pieces!

In the distance, the eleven corps of the Great Xia Kingdom, which was originally retreating but received an order to desperately resist it, had already suffered heavy casualties under the unstoppable fire attack of the Y Kingdom.

In each corps, the casualties exceeded 30%.

However, these hot-blooded sons and daughters have already killed their eyes at this moment.

In order not to lose an inch of the country, in order to avenge those sacrificed comrades-in-arms, and in order to resolutely implement the military order, life and death have all been put aside!

It is better to die standing than to live on your knees!

Even if you fight to the last man, you must not let the enemy invade!

Shen Yuechun in the command hall of the base camp of the West Field Department is like a gambler with red eyes at the moment, pressing all of himself!

With a slightly hideous face, he stared at the battlefield situation map, and gritted his steel teeth with a "boom".

Although he had already found a scapegoat, he still couldn't accept defeat.

What he needs now is not a scapegoat, but a victory. Only victory can accumulate the assets of self-advancement!

However, everything went unsatisfactory, and the good battle situation was completely destroyed!

Damn, damn it!

The ten werewolf dead soldiers had already entered within three feet of Mo Wentian's side, and they saw that the steel claws with the power of thunder were about to greet Mo Wentian!

Mo Wentian's right hand, which was originally trembling violently, suddenly stopped trembling.

The sword ray, which had been shortened to more than three feet long, skyrocketed again!

After a short drink, the sword of the king carried the sound of the dragon's chant and circled around Mo Wentian's side.

A sword slashed with the strength of his life.

An earth-shattering sword.

A sword that the devil cried!

After a sword, Mo Wentian's body shook violently a few times, slowly slumped to the ground, and the blood stains at the corners of his mouth slowly oozed out, dripping on the snow, like blood flowers, extremely enchanting.

And those ten werewolf dead soldiers who saw that victory was imminent, were cut into two pieces by Mo Wentian's all-out sword!

The five hundred werewolf dead soldiers that Senluo Hall spent several years of hard work to cultivate were all wiped out!

At the same moment, Francowski, the commander of Country Y, who had learned the news of the annihilation of all 500 werewolf soldiers, did not hesitate to give the order to withdraw all of them from the battlefield.

The field army of the Y country, which was fighting inseparably with the red-eyed soldiers of the Great Xia Kingdom, was already worried in their hearts, and they had long lost their fighting spirit. At this moment, seeing that Shangfeng ordered to retreat, he immediately spread his feet and retreated in the direction of country Y.

Seeing the other party's sudden retreat, the soldiers of the Western Field Department of the Great Xia Kingdom wanted to be pursued, but they had already lost all their strength, where did they still have the strength to chase?

The second confrontation between the Great Xia Kingdom and the Y Kingdom at the border gate of the second country came to an end.

No one got the slightest advantage from it.

On the side of the Great Xia Kingdom, the entire two corps were wiped out, and the remaining eleven corps sacrificed more than thirty percent, and all the survivors were wounded.

On the side of country Y, the losses are not small. In particular, the 500 werewolf dead soldiers who were played as trump cards were wiped out in a battle, which made Commander Frankowski's heart ache to the extreme!

The cost of cultivating these 500 werewolf dead soldiers is enough to equip them, not to mention two legions, even twenty legions!

Originally, I thought that with these five hundred werewolf dead soldiers as surprise soldiers, I would annihilate the main force of the Great Xia Kingdom in one fell swoop, and lay a solid foundation for the next step of fully entering the territory of the Great Xia Kingdom. Who would have thought that these 500 werewolf dead soldiers were just exchanged for the destruction of two legions!

"Who the hell is the man who killed my five hundred werewolf dead!" Frankoski was almost out of anger, slamming the table with a "thump" and feeling the anger in his heart.

"This is the news that our intelligence system has just arrived, and it is the one who has stopped our five hundred werewolf dead on the battlefield...... It's ......," a staff officer said with a report handed over to him.

Frankoski took the report and didn't even look at it, then slammed it on the table with a "snap" and shouted: "Tell me, who the hell is it!"

The staff officer was so frightened that he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva before saying, "Yes...... God of War, don't ask the sky!"

"What?" said Frankowski, petrified.

The god of war turned out to be the god of war Mo Wentian!

After a while, Frankoski slammed his fist on the table and said categorically: "Report to the headquarters, the previous information is wrong, our opponent is the god of war Mo Wentian, not that soft boy brother Shen Yuechun! Let the headquarters immediately increase troops! At the same time, ask the headquarters to coordinate the werewolf captain team to come to support, be sure to get rid of the god of war Mo Wentian first!"

Mo Wentian, who fainted from his strength, lay in the snow for three hours before he was carried to a sheltered cave by the little monk who had taken the lead in recovering his strength.

From beginning to end, under Shen Yuechun's strict orders, no one in the Xiye Department dared to disobey the military order to find out whether this person who desperately resisted the death of five hundred werewolves and won a glimmer of life for everyone was dead or alive.

It's as if his life and death no longer matter.

At this moment, in Shen Yuechun's heart, Mo Wentian's life and death were indeed no longer important, and even he desperately hoped that Mo Wentian would die so that he could better put the charge of defeat on him.

Even the report has already been prepared and is just waiting to be signed and sent.

"If you lie in this ice and snow for most of the day, even if you don't die, you should be frozen to death, right? In that case, the entire military power of the Great Xia Kingdom is in my hands, and no one can beat it! Don't ask God, don't ask God, I really want to thank you!"

Shen Yuechun's face showed three points of cruelty and seven points of pride, and he muttered to himself in the study.

"In the battle of the border pass, our side and the local government had their own victories and defeats, and our side took down the opponent's 500 werewolf dead soldiers at the cost of two corps, and forced the opponent to retreat 60 kilometers. Adjutant General Mo Wentian's improper command resulted in heavy casualties on our side, and he himself absconded in fear of crime, and has not been seen to ......"

A briefing note was reported to the cabinet as soon as possible.