Receiving the order of Feng Ming, a row of white-clothed magicians stepped out of the ranks, shooting indiscriminately into the air, only to hear a rumbling sound, and the sky was shrouded in firelight, no less than the flares that rose from the drunken flower just now.

When the sky lit up with brilliant fireworks, Feng Ming waved his arm fiercely, and the three rows of archers stepped out of the line and stood in a stepped formation, only to hear a "release".

There were countless shuttling air currents in the air, and then there were bursts of explosions on the ground, and after the explosion, another flare rose into the air.

Looking at the feather arrows on the ground, Feng Ming nodded, now that he felt much safer, he shouted, "Our victory is not far away, soldiers, kill with me." ”

"Kill ......" The drunken Huayin soldiers drew their weapons and rushed towards the silent Western Legion camp opposite, they knew that in this battle, if they don't win, they will die.

Feng Ming took the lead and just ran a few steps, but suddenly felt that he stepped on something under his feet, and there was a powerful force under his feet, and there was a shocking thunder sound in his ears, and when he reacted, there were already corpses all over the field in front of him.

"What the hell is going on? I have already let the archers fire a salvo, why, why ......" Feng Ming couldn't help but roar, if Bai Xiaoshu was here, he would definitely laugh wildly.

Mines have evolved into an almost artistic existence in countless years of warfare in the surface world. The ones that exploded earlier were just the accidental explosion of the mines by the archers, while the other bows and arrows were not as lucky as the others, and even if they pierced the mines, they could not make them explode.

And Feng Ming, who didn't know about this situation, suffered a big loss as soon as he came up. At this moment, at least 100,000 people died in the elite army of Drunken Huayin, which is not untragic for the very small number of Drunken Huayin.

"Go ahead, keep going. Feng Ming jumped up from the ground and took the lead again.

As soon as the wind roared, the other generals of Drunken Huayin also drew their weapons and rushed over with him.

The shouts of killing went straight to the sky.

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Western Corps

Listening to the earth-shattering sound outside, Bai Xiaoshu lamented for a while, "Drunken Huayin is over, and the rest of the work will be handed over to you." ”

Merida also knew what Bai Xiaoshu was going to do, so she nodded and said, "Go ahead, be careful." ”

When Bai Xiaoshu turned around, there were already people standing behind him from the Secret Mobile Team, and after glancing around, he always felt that there was someone missing, and couldn't help asking, "Who hasn't arrived yet?"

"Report to the captain, Zhao Mingkong hasn't arrived, we have been looked for just now, and no one knows where she is. Zhou Xiaohong bowed and said.

"Mingkong, damn it, why is this critical period, it seems that we can only talk about it when we come back. After thinking for a while, he said, "Binggui is fast, Zhao Mingkong's matter will be dealt with when he comes back, and open the door." ”

Bai Xiaoshu gave an order, and the three of Qianjing Yezi, Sakura, and Vera immediately ran out of the queue, opened the portal, and finally glanced at the direction of Zhao Mingkong's tent worriedly, and strode into the portal.

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Seeing his comrades-in-arms around him constantly dying in front of him, Feng Ming's tears kept rolling in his eyes, he couldn't stop, and now it was not his life that he gave up, but the lives of all the remaining soldiers in Zuihuayin.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Feng Ming stepped down step by step, at this time, what he could do was to eliminate these traps for his comrades. Anyway, the mines didn't hurt him much, so he forcibly triggered all the mines in his path.

"Boom, boom......, boom" I don't know how long it has been, this roar has finally stopped, the Western Legion is in front of him, Feng Ming looked back, 5 million elites, now there are less than 3 million, I can't help but feel a sharp pain in my heart, and I am even more resentful of the Western Legion.

Suddenly remembering that now after last night's hangover, most of the people in the Western Legion are still asleep, a trace of cruelty appeared in Feng Ming's eyes, and he fiercely pulled out the sword hanging from his waist, and raised it to "avenge the dead comrades and slaughter the entire Western Legion." ”

"Revenge, revenge, revenge......" At this time, not only Feng Ming was angry, but the entire Drunken Flower ** Ying team was angry, this was the most battle they had ever fought in their lives, and so many people died without even seeing a shadow of the enemy.

So when Feng Ming drew the sword, everyone rushed to the Western Legion station.

At this moment, the sun crawled out of the corner of the mountain heavily, and the light returned to the earth, and Feng Ming had just run two steps forward when he saw Merida who looked like a flag not far away.

At this moment, the blood on Feng Ming's face instantly receded, and he pointed at Merida in horror, "Why are you here?"

"Who said I was the only one here?" Melida smiled wickedly at the corner of her mouth, waved her arm lightly, and heard only the sound of neat footsteps, and a black line that looked like a wall appeared behind Merida.

Seeing this scene, Feng Ming's brain roared, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground, yes, he lost.

"Impossible, I saw your barracks drunk everywhere with my own eyes, how could there be so many?" Feng Ming gritted his teeth unwillingly and shouted angrily.

"That's right, they weren't in the barracks when you came, and as you can see, our barracks are still full of drunks. Merida didn't intend to lie to Fengming at all, and told the truth.

As soon as Merida said this, Feng Ming suddenly thought a lot more clearly, and asked, "You guys have already started calculating me, haven't you?"

"Soldiers, treacherous. It's not a calculation, it's just that you and I don't have the same path. Merida silently looked at the glimmer of the morning sun in the sky and sighed.

Speaking of this, Feng Ming fell silent, he lost unjustly, if he couldn't beat him after making so many preparations, it would be hell. The difference, though, is that it's not a simple bet, and the only way to lose is to sacrifice your life.

Feng Ming laughed, in this life, he had never felt so ridiculous, the ridiculous was himself, the ridiculous thing was this unfair world, "Merida, I haven't lost yet." ”

The next moment, Feng Ming raised the long sword in his hand high, and a brilliant light appeared on it, and he rushed over with a roar.

Merida sighed and waved her arm fiercely, and countless rays of light flew out from behind Merida......

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Guan Sifei woke up from his dream suddenly, and just now, he saw Hong Chenggong, who was covered in blood, standing silently not far away.

Knowing that Hong Chenggong was unwilling, Guan Sifei opened his mouth to ask Hong Chenggong what he wanted to tell him, but Hong Chenggong just silently pointed to the direction of the city, and finally turned into a pool of pus and blood.

Guan Sifei was awakened in an instant, and quickly walked to the city wall of Martial Saint City, looking at the three inverted triangle-like cities not far away.

Just three days ago, overnight, three heroic cities were built on top of the flat bottom, although it was nothing for him Guan Sifei, but it was obviously not right to suddenly appear on the road to the Western Legion at this juncture.

Just as Guan Sifei was thinking hard, a messenger hurriedly ran over and knelt in front of him, "My lord, it's not good, the news just came, no matter the city and Qingteng City are broken, Drunken Huayin has suffered heavy casualties, and the wind roars thousands of arrows and dies in his heart......."

(End of chapter)