can't fight the demon king who fell from the sky, and he can't win the martial arts who fought several times, the dish is the original sin, and Zhao Chongtian, who is burdened with this original sin, has not revealed the arrogance that belongs to the Zhao family that originally belonged to him and melted into his bones for a long time. So he didn't care if the Yue people in front of him could understand what he said, and after receiving no response to the questioning, he directly stuffed it into the ground with the earth escape spell and buried it alive.

"You, who instructed you?"

A Yue Ren was photographed again, and Zhao Chongtian asked in the other party's flashing frightened eyes.

"Hmm......"

Everyone in the previous Yue Ren scene could see it clearly, this Yue Ren was obviously also a person who couldn't understand the language of the Celestial Dynasty, but he didn't want to die, so a grunter of words jumped out of his mouth.

Mo Xie guessed that he was speaking Yue language, but who knows, anyway, Mo Xie himself couldn't understand a word.

There is no way, the cultural level is limited, and it is already very good for an orphan like a poor man like Mo Xie to learn the language of the heavens, court officials, and fangs.

"I don't understand, next. ”

Zhao Chongtian listened for a while, and then very casually let the "faucet" in front of him, which was "knowing everything and saying everything", press it into the ground.

……

Mo Xie watched Zhao Chongtian press this group of thin monkeys into the ground one by one, and about two minutes passed before and after, except for the two people at the beginning, the rest of the Yue people ushered in the ending as soon as they opened their mouths and did not make a sound.

It's not about the thieves, it's about planting potatoes.

"Brother Mo Xie, according to these Yue people, there was a traitor who ran to the territory of Da Yue and was taken in by Da Yue, but that person soon died of day and night anxiety - I guess this statement is not reliable - the elite of the Da Yue people learned the cultivation exercises on that person and read the classics he brought, and then they became bold and dared to come here to spread wild!"

It turned out that Zhao Chongtian could understand the Da Yue language, and what he did before was just to have fun.

"In this era, the one who can cultivate must have the help of the elixir, Brother Mo Xie, I'm afraid that the Heavenly Dynasty can't stay anymore now, let's go big and go, right?"

The expression on Zhao Chongtian's face made Mo Ye think of the words "another village" and "mourning dog".

Mo Ye looked at Zhao Chongtian and didn't say anything for a long time, until Zhao Chongtian's lips moved, and he was about to say something to persuade him.

"Whatever you want. ”

Mo Ye sighed.

He sighed not only for Zhao Chongtian's lack of fighting spirit, but also for the decline of his vitality, and even more for the fact that there was only such a thing left for the helper who could be a companion and really get on the table.

Forget it, let him go, as long as he survives the last ten or so days, Mo Xie can re-enter the mission world to gain power.

He's put all his stakes on this mission world.

……

As long as you survive these few days, you can hold on to hope.

His Holiness curled up in the underground palace, like an old dog cowering in a den on a winter night, shivering with a pair of vigilant eyes staring at the deep darkness outside the door.

There is no light here, as early as a few hours ago, when the tragedy on the coast was staged, His Holiness gave an order, and all the electricity, manpower, and material resources of the whole country were concentrated in those few military factories, and an escalation operation against unqualified nuclear weapons was in full swing.

Fifteen days, this is the data written on the timetable sent by the military researchers, and His Holiness erased the fraction of it and sent it back.

Fifteen days, too extravagant. No matter how confident His Holiness was, he couldn't think that the defenses that the Celestial Dynasty had built up with fog would really be able to hold back those invaders for fifteen days.

If he guessed correctly, the next thing the enemy at sea had to do after burning the coastal lines and buffer strips was to land—and it could only be landing.

The purpose of invasion and strategy has never been to burn a piece of land into white ground, but the purpose of invasion and strategy is to plunder and plunder.

Plundering resources, plundering wealth, plundering population.

There is only one way to resist or "respond" when the aggression is unstoppable, and the counter-aggression strategy is weakened and weak.

"The order has been passed down?"

In the deep darkness outside the door, there was a man with a lantern, and in the dim light of the light, who was the man who was not the chief?

"It's all passed down. ”

Stepping into the door, he kneels down after placing the lantern at his feet, and the chief is accustomed to bowing his head and touching the ground with his forehead.

"How's the execution?"

His Holiness asked.

"After pulling out a few thorns, the army has carried out your orders meticulously, please rest assured, your honor, there will be no useful things left for those vampires!"

The first and the long swear by it.

"That's good. ”

His Holiness nodded and propped himself up from his seat,

"No matter what the cost, we must hold it for ten days! In addition, whatever the requirements of the military factories we have, we must meet them! Remember, it is any request!"

In the darkness, His Holiness's eyes were bloodshot, like bats that had been hungry for days.

"Yes!"

The chief kowtowed a few times and then retired.

It's useless for him to stay here, and there needs to be a spokesperson and a shield outside.

He was gone, so lost his soul that he dropped the lantern he had used for lighting when he came.

His Holiness stared at the lantern until it went out.

Each candle flame has a time to burn out, which is predetermined from the moment they come off the production line, which is fate.

But every candle flame would beat and struggle as it was about to burn out, praying for a moment more in the world in a way that could be said to be completely futile, and even in turn hastening one's own death.

If the candle flame is so, so is His Holiness.

……

"Boom!"

The artillery fire is roaring, and this is not ordinary artillery fire, but the ignition, burning and bombing that has been banned internationally for decades.

Round steel bullets were thrown from the belly of the plane, and the flames jumped on trees, houses, vehicles, and even people and animals.

The plane was printed with red stars, the steel bullets were printed with Chinese characters, and the ground was full of yellow skin.

"Don't leave a drop of water, a grain of rice, or a chicken for the invaders!"

Inexplicably familiar slogans, outrageous indicators.

There was no time to transport supplies.

Then burn it out.

There was no time to arrange for precise blasting and demolition of premises.

Then burn it out.

There is no time to evacuate civilians to safe areas where they do not know where.

Then burn it out.

The soft-hearted have been uprooted, and the hard-hearted have been divided into two factions.

"Let's go, let's go, folks, hide in the mountains!"

A military uniform stained with dust, white salt stains mottled on the neckline and cuffs, and the stars on the shoulders messy in the wind, a man, a car, and a cannon aimed at the iron rooster that laid eggs in the sky.

Shouting, directing his companions in the same uniform to maintain the evacuation effort, the man finally caught the trajectory of the plane and fired a shot.

"Boom!"

There was an extra red cloud in the sky.

"Withdraw! Move quickly! Enter the mountain! Enter the mountain and it will be safe!"

Shooting down a bomber would only buy everyone a few more time, and several black dots appeared in the distance, and the man grabbed the binoculars, and his face was extremely pale.