The general's voice was loud, and the guards outside swarmed in, and the muzzle of the submachine gun was aimed at the Great Moba Yanwang.

"You're talking to me!" Yan Wang was unafraid.

"The report, the radar shows that six helicopters are flying along the road and are approaching the ambush area......" The signal corps entered the door, and when he saw the situation in the headquarters, he was dumbfounded.

"Knock them down now!" Iwanwang ordered.

"If you don't tell the truth, forgive your fate!" the old general started the case, and he couldn't be ignored.

"Old ghost, you're looking for death!" Yan Wang's eyes narrowed slightly, shimmering coldly.

"Hmph, astrologers, you gods should have been shot a long time ago!" In Yan Wang's gaze, the white-haired admiral said what was in his heart for some reason.

"Okay, then you'll die!" said Big Demon Ba Yanwang sneered and waved his hand.

Everyone looked at it intently, and they were all shocked, only to see that Yan Wang had a beating heart in his hand, and he held it into plasma with a snap.

The white-haired admiral Mu Ran lowered his head and looked at his intact heart, where the pain was like a heart, his face twitched, and he collapsed to the ground with a pop.

"General, kill him!" a lieutenant general was so furious that he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Yan Wang, about to pull the trigger.

Gunfire rang out in the temporary headquarters, and the last bullet casing fell to the ground, and smoke curled from the muzzles of submachine guns in the hands of more than a dozen guards with blank expressions.

The lieutenant general, who gave the order to shoot, was beaten into a sieve, and as he lay dying, he looked at the guard who fired in disbelief, lying in a pool of blood.

"Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die!" Yan Wang, who was close at hand, slowly wiped the blood stains on his hands with a handkerchief and looked at the last lieutenant general named Su Yan.

"Obey the commissioner, immediately send the order, the first division to block the Jingpo army, the second division rushed to the border to stop the Siamese army, tanks, air defense and artillery units are on standby, ready to shoot!" said Lieutenant General Zhengse.

"That's right, Lieutenant General Su Yan commands Ruoding, I will recommend you to President Nai'an after this time to be the chief of the general staff of the three armed forces of the National Defense Forces!" Yan Wang smiled strangely, full of rampant pride.

Lieutenant General Su Yan smiled, but his hands under the table were clenched into fists, no one knew that the general who had just died was his mentor.

Da Moba Yanwang would not have thought that it was the Lieutenant General Su Yan in front of him who overthrew the Nai'an regime in the future and ascended to the throne of the president of Myanmar, and he laid the groundwork for all this.

Six helicopters struggled to drag boulders in a large net and slowly flew along the road.

Wang Zixuan looked through the driver's window and looked at the angry front with a solemn face.

The national teacher Ah Zan Song said calmly: "I have already contacted General Baghan, the army will cross the border to respond, and the Jingpo army will also cover us! As long as the army commander of Burma has a little brain, he will not dare to act rashly." ”

"National teacher, I'll stop them in a while, you take the stone back, and to ensure that my wife is safe and sound, just say that I'll go back to her after finishing my business, and let her wait with peace of mind!" Wang Zixuan said in a deep voice.

Take what you shouldn't have, there will be a catastrophe, if you escape this catastrophe, there will be greater difficulties waiting in the future, the feng shui master can be regarded as occupied, it is indeed possible to know the things before and after, but numerology is difficult to violate, one less disaster in the present day, and a report in the coming day, the disaster can be avoided and cannot be removed.

Ah Zansong's face changed slightly when he heard this: "Master Wang, is it so serious?"

Wang Zixuan's mind turned, and he sighed and said:

"Originally, you would have died in Myanmar, and you would have had a good relationship, and I couldn't bear to see you killed, but I blocked this catastrophe for you, and today there will be a greater disaster!"

Wang Zixuan's words are half-true and half-false, and the historical Ah Zansong was appointed by the king of Thailand to secretly contact Jing Pojun, and his life became a mystery in history.

And because of Siam's low-key handling, many people don't even know that Azan has praised this national teacher.

Ah Zansong's face changed slightly, and he clasped his hands together and said: "No wonder I have been restless during this time, and I have been in a bad omen for a long time, Master Wang is really a bodhisattva, and this ode of kindness has been recorded." ”

"Time is pressing, do what I say!" Wang Zixuan said indifferently, he asked Ah Zansong to send people on each helicopter in advance to control the pilot.

"Everyone listens to my instructions!" Ah Zansong picked up the walkie-talkie, his trust in Wang Zixuan was accumulated several times.

On the walkie-talkie, one of the pilots suddenly shouted in horror: "No! There are anti-aircraft guns on the hill ahead! There is an ambush, and we must lay down the stones and evacuate immediately......

"What?" said Azansong's face froze.

"Fly over directly!" Wang Zixuan took off the bronze bell on his waist and said indifferently.

The more you encounter major events, the more you have to be calm, panic can not solve any problems, and now the killing is coming, only to face the difficulties and kill a glimmer of life.

Wang Zixuan's calmness infected Ah Zansong, and he picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered: "Fly over directly, fly straight!"

"Crazy!......" The driver on the walkie-talkie cursed, apparently taught a lesson by the Pamang Task Force.

On the top of the mountain, Da Moba Yanwang and Lieutenant General Su Yan looked at it with a telescope.

didn't retreat, just rushed over, and couldn't find death.

The communicator with the walkie-talkie came over, and when he saw Yan Wang nodding, Lieutenant General Su Yan picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered: "Fire!"

At the same time, the radar in the command center suddenly sparked, and the communicator who paid attention to the radar took off his headset and screamed in horror.

Tanks and artillery went into battle together, tongues of fire spewed out, and the ground shook.

The crisp and melodious ringing of the bell resounded faintly throughout the world, as if hallucinating.

The pilot in the helicopter had a bloodless face, his forehead was covered with sweat, the back of his head was on the muzzle, and his hands were trembling slightly.

As soon as Da Lushi stared intently, he saw countless cannonballs whistling and flying, but every time he brushed the fuselage, the sweaty pilot's mouth continued to be blessed by God and Buddha!

Ah Zansong looked at Wang Zixuan, who was sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed and chanting words in his mouth, and his heart became more and more awe-inspiring.

The smoke that filled the air was blown away by the wind, and the six helicopters remained unstoppable.

"How could one miss!?" said Lieutenant General Su Yan with an incredulous frown.

"It's someone who is playing tricks, I'll take people down, you continue to command the shooting, and knock them down!" The Great Demon Ba Yanwang sneered, casting this kind of large-scale illusion was extremely mana-consuming, he wanted to see how to parry him now.

The people on the six planes were stunned, it was a miracle, such a dense artillery fire was unharmed.

Wang Zixuan's eyes widened, and he looked at Ah Zansong: "National Teacher, I'll go down to stop them, you come and pour spiritual power into this bell magic weapon with all your might!"

"Okay, leave it to me! Master be careful!" Ah Zansong took the Sanqing Emperor Bell with both hands, glanced at the bronze bell that was not good-looking, and said solemnly in his heart.

"Borrow your sword!" Wang Zixuan said, beckoning to absorb the saber of one of the Pamang task forces.

He cut his fingertips and smeared them on the blade of the sword, chanting words in his mouth, and quickly pinching the trick with both hands, making a medium-grade magic weapon.

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Wang Zixuan pushed open the hatch, jumped off the helicopter, and jumped on the boulder in the net.

The tip of the knife in his hand waved downward, and Wang Zixuan shouted: "Yanwang rats, dare to fight!"

The echo reverberated through the valley, murderous.

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