General John watched as the stone beam, which looked like a hill, broke apart with the roaring explosion and fell.

After a while, it seemed like a long time had passed, and there was a loud earth-shattering sound from the bottomless Grand Canyon that was no less than the explosion just now. The ground beneath his feet shook like an earthquake.

No matter how deep the Grand Canyon is, after all, it doesn't really lead to the bottomless abyss, and the broken stone beams will eventually fall to the bottom of the canyon.

Maybe the bottom of the valley is really unfathomable, and the sound of the stone beam** is very low, slightly worse than the sound of the explosion. But the vibrations from under his feet were far from being comparable to the blasting caused by man.

I saw that the sand and gravel on the mountain of the Grand Canyon were rolling down, the dust was flying, and the cliffs at the north and south ends seemed to be about to peel off piece by piece, and then fell to the bottom of the valley.

With the huge shape of the stone beam, its weight is simply incalculable, and coupled with the terrible impact of falling from a high altitude, it is not impossible to say that the cliffs on both sides of the Grand Canyon will collapse.

The Aberdeen army, whether it was the captain of the general Qian, or the ordinary soldiers, all retreated several feet in fright.

On the other hand, on Taranto's side, I don't know if it was prepared in advance, or if the artists were bold, but they stood in place one by one, unmoved.

When the dust settles, everyone's eyes are focused on the huge "bridge" built by nature.

I saw that the stone beam did not collapse completely, but the middlemost and relatively "slender" part broke and disappeared.

The whole stone beam is about 30 zhang, and the fracture in the middle accounts for about one-third.

But this gap of ten zhang has become a moat at the north and south ends of the Grand Canyon, which can no longer be crossed.

Nearly 10,000 troops hurriedly retreated, stood still, and then looked ahead with a blank expression, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

The cold wind blew through, and the scene looked a little weird.

The voice from the enemy's boss became clearer, louder, and even faintly pressured.

"The way you are going has been broken."

"Where you want to go and which way to go, it's not up to you to decide, or your generals and commanders, but for me to decide."

"If I don't let you go, you have no way out! The way I want you to go, you have to go if you don't want to! ”

"Isn't it very proud and proud to have won eight games in a row when you came? That's what I deliberately let you win, idiot! On the other way, I have also prepared eight checkpoints for you, but you will try to see if you can pass safely and return to your hometown. ”

"Don't try to run away, don't run away, you can't run away and you can't avoid it. Your General John, who thinks he is the number one general in the world after reading a few military books, is weak and naïve in front of me like a baby who has just learned to walk, and can only be led by my nose. If I told him to go east, he would never dare to go west. I asked him to break through the eight levels that had been carefully arranged, and he had no choice but to do it obediently. Hahaha! ”

The arrogant laughter, pushed by the powerful golden fighting spirit, fluttered unscrupulously in the air of the entire Grand Canyon.

I don't know if it was because of the huge shock of the broken stone beam, or because of the cold words of the famous Riga general Frankie, the generals of the Aberdeen army stood in place like sculptures, as if they had lost the ability to move.

General John, the commander of the ridiculed army, had a gloomy face, as if he was about to drip water. The generals around him were afraid of touching their heads, and no one dared to put their eyes on him. But he still felt that everyone's expressions were weird, and they might be laughing at himself in their hearts.

The strange feeling that had been haunting my mind, the unreality of the overly relaxed eight-game winning streak, and the unwarranted conjecture that vaguely felt that I had fallen into the trap of the enemy were finally confirmed by Frankie's words.

The doubts about one's own abilities that once came out like ghosts grew and grew like weeds after the rain, and even overshadowed the anger of anger. And the resulting sense of helplessness and powerlessness in turn deepens and amplifies the anger in the heart.

Anthony has been silently watching the army commander, and at the moment he can only sigh silently in his heart.

In any case, General John, as the commander of the counterinsurgency army, should respond to the enemy's words at this moment. Scolding, reprimanding, rebutting, or even pestering is much better than being silent.

This kind of response that seems to be "default", what do the generals and soldiers under his command think? Is the morale of the army still alive?

General John was silent, but the Sword Master had something to say.

"This Riga man is too arrogant and treats us all like fools."

If he could, he really wanted to rush over and split the so-called mainland famous general in half with a sword. He is not good at playing tricks and fighting on the march, but if he fights alone, he is not at all afraid of this Riga golden fighter.

The insurmountable Grand Canyon break that ordinary people seem to be difficult to overcome, and it is difficult to defeat the dignified "Azure Sword Saint".

However, this thought could only be thought about in his heart, and he knew very well that it was impossible for the Riga people to fight alone.

If the army pushes over, it will be their own side that beats these dozens of people on the opposite side; If you rush over the cliff by yourself, you will become surrounded by dozens of masters on the opposite side, and Master Caton is not so stupid.

Well, maybe two.

He turned to look at Anthony.

"Boy, can you still use that secret technique?"

Anthony glanced at him and shook his head slowly.

A magic weapon like the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife can be used once is already a great luck. It would be a bit greedy to hope that you can use it as you want like an ordinary weapon.

Caton let out a disappointed sigh, but he wasn't too surprised.

With a wave of his left hand, Anthony shone through the light of magic, transmitting his voice far away.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the glorious empire, there are countless capable people, General French said this, is he a little too self-conscious? For example, the last time in the suburbs of the imperial capital, the general faced this unknown country boy below, I am afraid that he would end up running away with his tail between his legs. At that time, if he had been more serious and worked harder, maybe the general would have left his life there, and he would not have the high spirits and guidance he has now. Therefore, it is best not to speak too much, so as not to be embarrassed in the end. General, do you think that's the reason? ”

Anthony's voice was flat and gentle, far less than General French's arrogance and domineering, and his sharpness was exposed. But the meaning of the words was like a needle hidden in the cotton, pointing to the vital point, and the Aberdeen soldiers felt shocked when they heard it.

But there was no joy in the young man's heart, only a faint helplessness.

If he could, he really didn't want to be in the limelight, he was already overstepping. However, the main word is like gold, and it is difficult to open Chrysostom.

Frankie's eyes widened at the northern end of the Grand Canyon, and his gaze shot like lightning and pinned to Anthony.

Whether it is the identity of the envoy, personal strength or past achievements, today's Anthony can definitely no longer be regarded as "unknown". As the number one general in the continental platoon, Frankie naturally will not ignore this important figure in the enemy formation.

And the encounter on the outskirts of the imperial capital gave him an intuitive and personal experience of the martial arts strength of this genius boy.

But what I didn't expect was that in addition to the frighteningly high martial arts cultivation, the young man's mind was also meticulous and keen. The plan he carefully arranged and implemented to attack the heart was about to be completed, but he intervened sideways, so that the effect was greatly reduced.

As for the sarcasm and ridicule in Anthony's words, Frankie didn't pay attention to it at all. Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and he Frankie has been in battle for a long time, and it is not that he has not lost.

"Mr. Anthony is extremely talented and has a strong martial arts strength, which General Ben admires. However, winning on the battlefield is very different from individual fighting. When the two armies fought, he knew that no matter how high his personal strength was, it would be difficult to do much in the battle array. ”

The corner of Frankie's eyes swept over the iron-faced General John, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"It's a pity that Mr. Anthony is not a commander, otherwise with Mr. Anthony's mind and strategy, he will definitely be able to fight a classic battle with General Ben. It is not known whether it will be recorded in history for future generations to study and study. As for General John, hehe, don't mention it, don't mention it, hahaha! ”

His voice was equally neutral and aggressive. But compared to the previous one, it can be regarded as very polite.

Anthony was praised and recognized by the famous mainland general, and he was not happy but worried in his heart, and secretly shouted that it was going to be bad.

This plan to sow discord is simple and straightforward, and everyone can see it with a little dim sum, which is not very clever.

However, there is no distinction between high and low strategies, and the most important thing is to see whether it is effective.

Just now, in order to avoid the demoralization of the army, he had to open his mouth to lose a game before he officially engaged in the battle.

And Frankie deserves the aura of a famous general, with an old eye and an extremely keen sense of smell, and immediately took advantage of this opportunity to counterattack.

Whether General John saw through Frankie's strategy and intentions or not, in front of the tens of thousands of Aberdeen troops, his face was really brushed up. And whether intentionally or not, he did play the role of an assister.

With General John's heart and character, Anthony doesn't believe him if he can be without trouble.

Just as he was about to speak, General John, who had been motionless all the time, suddenly waved his hand and shouted:

"Shoot the arrows!"

As the boss gave the order, the hands of the archers who had been secretly preparing for a long time to pull the bowstring released in unison. The strong bow drawn into a full moon suddenly bounced back to its original shape, and the long arrow flew into the sky at great speed under the powerful thrust.

In an instant, a rain of arrows covered the sky, obscuring the sun.

The rain of arrows like a swarm of locusts moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the opposite side of the Grand Canyon.

General Riga was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed. The smile was full of contempt and sarcasm.

"In the meantime, we really should have to retreat, but General John gave him such a grand send-off. With this in mind, it is better to think about how to break through. On the road ahead, I, Frankie, are waiting for you, waiting for you. Hahahaha! ”

The speed of the arrow was fast, and before he could say anything, a dense array of long arrows had already shot in front of him.

But at a distance of dozens of zhang, the fighting spirit of the "Azure Sword Master" could not pose a threat to the Riga Golden Fighters, let alone the "elite marksmen" in the eyes of these ordinary people.

Without even any superfluous movements, Frankie turned around as he spoke, striding away, oblivious to the long arrows that glowed with cold light.

But the rain of arrows shot not far in front of him, and they could no longer move an inch, and they fell one after another.

Looking at the others, although they don't have the top strength like Frankie, they are all rare masters. While slowly retreating, you can dodge or block the grid, and the posture is extremely relaxed.

At such a distance, the long arrow has already lost its maximum strength and speed, and with enough time for them to react, it is naturally not difficult to deal with.

As a result, a round of arrows rained down, and even a single hair of the opponent was not left.

Such a cruel fact made the morale of the counterinsurgency army, which had just recovered a little, fall deep into the valley like a broken stone beam just now.

“…… On the road ahead, I, Frankie, are waiting for you, waiting for you. Hahahaha! ”

The loud laughter of Riga's famous generals was like the screams of demons, which made the hearts of every Aberdeen soldier feel boundless chills.

This man, can we win him?

General John was already regretting it in his heart.

He was too impulsive.

I don't know if it's because Frankie's title is putting too much pressure on him, or if it's something else. It was obviously a very simple and naïve plan, and he could see it at a glance. But when he saw it, he was simply provoked by the other party, and he still couldn't avoid losing his cool.

Tens of thousands of troops faced dozens of people, but they couldn't help each other. In the end, a shower of arrows in vain made this helpless fact even more prominent.

What could hurt morale more than that?

But as the commander-in-chief, General John did not need to apologize to anyone, nor did he need to explain to anyone.

He tilted his head to look at his lieutenant.

"In addition to this official road, what other routes can be taken?"

The adjutant quickly glanced at his boss's face, bowed his head and replied, "General, you can go back to Gulin Town and turn to the northeast." On the border near the province of Burgundy, there is a road to the north, which can also be returned to Aberdeen. ”

"It's just ......," the adjutant cautiously added, "that road is half as long as the official road, and it's too much for the army to travel." ”

General John's eyes widened: "Is there any other route?" ”

"No, no......" The adjutant's voice trembled slightly, and his waist bent lower and lower.

As a senior general of the counterinsurgency army, whether it is General John or an adjutant, or other generals with more than 1,000 generals, no one is clear about the main terrain routes of Taranto.

General John asked......

The adjutant's head involuntarily sounded the voice of the arrogant and domineering Riga:

"If I don't let you go, you have no way out! The way I want you to go, you have to go if you don't want to! ”