"There's a big incident on the side of the Tree of Babel, my eldest brother and father are in danger, Dragon, please bring the men and horses back immediately and go to support ......" On He Zilong's side, Lan suddenly rushed in front of He Zilong and described the information to him.

And behind Lan was followed by a grizzled Tongtian tribesman, apparently a warrior who had run out to find support. In a chaotic war, it is impossible for every soldier to fight to the death, and it is impossible for no one to escape.

It's normal for soldiers to run out to find support.

"Okay, it just so happens that we are in the exercise, and we don't need to do any equipment work, we can turn around the direction of progress immediately......" He Zilong pretended to have an expression that he had just knew, and turned to his subordinates and gave a loud order to go back to support.

So, in Lan's expectant eyes, He Zilong's hundreds of centaurs began to accelerate in the direction they came. It's just that, no matter how fast they sped up, by the time they arrived, it would only be an hour later.

This is thanks to the fact that the direction of their exercise is basically going in circles over there, and it is getting closer and closer. And the equipment and personnel do not need to be reassembled, it has been a long time since they finished eating, and the warm-up has been completed. It's the perfect time to speed up your march!

And when coming, marching slowly, and stopping from time to time to rest, are naturally two different concepts.

"An hour? If the eldest prince can't hold out for an hour, then it's not worth taking refuge, well, it's best when we go over, they both lose, and it's best if I can make a profit......" He Zilong looked at the marching people and horses, and thought secretly in his heart.

Unlike the stupid emperor who can be a puppet for thousands of years without letting people pull down the throne, Chinese basically have the idea that I don't have the strength to say. Once I have enough strength, I will think, you can be the emperor. Why can't I?

Feng Shui takes turns, coming to my house next year. From mortals to Monkey King, basically the thinking of the Han people is like this, they all want to go against the sky.

Therefore, if he could, He Zilong preferred that both sides of the civil war would be finished, and that he would take over the Tree of Babel. Let him be the real boss, and the life or death of others is none of his business. It's just an underworld!

(Of course, because of this, the Chinese are also fighting because of this thinking.) Naturally, being an emperor in all dynasties is also a high-risk profession, as long as you are not a Ming Jun and do not have enough strength, the people below spend a lot of effort on it.)

Being an emperor is a high-risk profession, and there is a risk of unnatural death at any time!

There are no two lords", and the emperors must muster up their spirits to face this brutal struggle for power. And the struggle for power can be called the most unguardable competition in the world, and if you don't pay attention, you will lose without a trace.

History has always pursued the strategy of "it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to miss one", and no one else can be blamed for it, but only this power game that cannot be hurt.

The emperors died in a variety of ways, some were starved to death like Emperor Xiao Yan of Liangwu, and some were angry with their wives like Emperor Wei Xiaowen, and the funniest thing in this is Sima Yao, Emperor Xiaowu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, who was suffocated to death in the bed by his little wife, and after the little wife killed him, he was still safe.

Having said that, the eldest prince didn't use He Zilong as another kind of cannon fodder, and after using it, I am afraid that there will be no good end, this He Zilong used the little male ghost to eavesdrop on the conversation in the room of these people, but the more he listened, the more frightened he became, and now he has another heart, in fact, he is also forced.

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When He Zilong's team marched for more than half an hour, the Tree of Heaven was here.

I have to say that the original patriarch still has some hearts, and he is invincible, but he is stubbornly defending. Covering their mouths with water and animal skins, there are also many warriors who stick to the level, so that the enemies below cannot immediately attack the middle and upper floors of the cave.

In addition, if the smoke is increased, the people below can't stand it, so they can only maintain the original level, and they really fell into a stalemate for a while.

However, no matter how you look at it, the side of the eldest prince and the patriarch is still below, and as time goes by, as long as they can't think of a better way, and there is no support. Defeat is only a matter of time!

What's more, the water and animal skins in the room are limited, and it can't make everyone cover their mouths, not to mention that covering them well is not a panacea.

Slowly, many of the fighters felt breathless and their limbs became weak.

Of course, the smoke is poisonous, what is poisonous, it depends on what is burned, burning sweet potatoes and burning sofas is definitely different. The harder it is to burn, the more terrible the smoke is!

For example, carbon monoxide. It's colorless, odorless, and light, and you don't even know it's in your nose. It binds intimately to hemoglobin, with a binding force about 250 times that of oxygen, and dissociation is 3,600 times slower than oxygen. I have to say that the physical fitness of the natives here is still very perverted, and this has to be replaced by modern people, this kind of smoke has been soaked for half an hour, even if there are some protective measures, most of them have already hung up.

In fact, covering a towel and dipping it in water is not 100% poison-proof, why? Because these poisonous gases are the size of molecules, very small, and can completely penetrate the holes in the towel and go straight to your throat. These indigenous people, etc., have been able to persist until now because of their strong physique.

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"Send out the outpost, and the others will slow down and move forward......" Seeing that he was about to reach the vicinity of the Tree of Babel, He Zilong suddenly ordered.

"Dragon, we are almost there, why do we have to slow down the speed of progress, time waits for no one......" Lan asked He Zilong anxiously.

"It's because we're almost there, we have to slow down a bit, because there may be traps arranged by people around here, and we need to have people look for them. Can your people think that we can come to the aid and the enemy can't think of it? And maybe there will be more traps than just us. In addition, the rapid march consumed too much of our physical strength, if we don't recover, just rush over, let alone fight, and don't let people be slaughtered as pigs, it's good......" He Zilong explained.

Lan tried to tell what he wanted, but in the end he opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Because what He Zilong said seems to be very reasonable, and she has a daughter's family, but she actually doesn't know how to fight.

As far as He Zilong is concerned, there is certainly the reason he just said, but more importantly, he is convinced that only by knowing that he can win a hundred battles, and his own life is more important than anything else.

In the end, when he was so close to the Tree of Babel, he even decided to halt his progress for the time being, based on the report of the outpost.

"You, yes, that's you, bring dozens of people, go find some of this grass, that's it, there's a lot of it around here, it's near this kind of big tree, I remember. I found out last time I came, the more the merrier......" He Zilong suddenly walked not far away, dug out a strange grass under a big tree, and said to an indigenous warrior squad leader.

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