The Rus' army was defeated and retreated, and only 5,000 people fought them without the power to fight back, and Muris, who was in the rear of the army, was panting like a cow, he felt that it was too **nonsense, what are 5,000 people?

With a casual charge, 5,000 people are not even cannon fodder, and the three regular armies of the Russ Empire have nearly a million people, directly or indirectly killing 5,000 people to 300,000, right?

"Impossible!" Muriss looked crazy, he didn't believe that the hundreds of thousands of troops under his command were paper-paste, and he didn't believe that the other party's 5,000 people could do whatever they wanted, and regarded the elite of Ross as if they were nothing.

"The right army, destroy them for Lao Tzu!" Mulis roared, the so-called right army is 50,000 soldiers who are mainly light cavalry all the way, good at field warfare, and more suitable for long-term raids.

The right army that got the order blocked ten silver rays with a whirlwind, and when the war horses neighed, the spears and giant axes stopped the rampaging trapped camp, and they walked away without stopping for a moment, and for a time they contained the offensive of the trapped camp.

Huaning passed by three five-rank generals one after another, and he was angry.

Now after being smashed by Yue Fan's spirit stone, he is a sixth-grade cultivator, and he can single-handedly destroy three fifth-grade generals.

But the other party was slippery and tight, so he had never confronted him head-on, and he was surrounded by enemy troops, and the other party was like a fish in water, but he was repeatedly blocked.

Annoyed and angry, Hua Ning began to ignore it, the perverted defense of the silver soul armor gave him room to give full play, and when a five-rank general passed by him again, he didn't look at the surrounding knife handles, let the edge bombard his body, stared at the enemy general, and followed him like a shadow.

It was difficult for a cultivator below the fifth rank to cause substantial damage to Huaning, and he rushed through the encirclement with a brutal attitude, slashing dozens of people to death like a snow-bright iron spear in his hand, and with a loud shout, the spear flew out of his hand, like a deadly lightning galloping through the world.

Although the enemy general retreated again and again until he retreated a hundred meters away, he could not dodge the fatal blow after all, and was nailed to the ground.

Hua Ning, who had lost his weapon, did not panic, let out an unrestrained laugh, opened his bow left and right and grabbed seven or eight weapons, and swept horizontally, and the surrounding people immediately turned on their backs.

"A bunch of idiots!" Hua Ning snorted: "And the master bus, you are also worthy? Do you know how many spirit stones Lao Tzu carries? ”

Obviously, before the battle, Yue Fan, the landlord and the old wealth, smashed 700 million spirit stones angrily and trapped the camp.

Fighting a war is burning money, and a cultivator fighting a war is more exaggerated than burning money, Yue Fan has nothing else, but there are many spirit stones.

A few hundred million spirit stones is almost the entire essence of a wealthy family, but for Yue Fan, it is just the tip of the iceberg, not enough to mention.

When he went out on the expedition, Yue Fan said that he was not afraid of any consumption, what Lao Tzu Lingshi has, the difference between RMB players and ordinary players is that it is a money word, I have money, and Mulisi does not!

The main army of Ross was in a trance, and was killed without the power to fight back, and some people even had the idea of giving up on themselves, so what should I do, I fought fiercely with a group of monsters who couldn't be killed, and it was useless to give Lao Tzu nine lives.

The quality advantage completely crushed the gap in numbers, and even if the Rus Empire's backup arrived in time, even if the number of troops was twice as large, it would still be useless in the end.

Hundreds of thousands of Rus' troops were just lambs to be slaughtered, and when all the members of the right army were killed, the last momentum of the Rus' army also dropped to a negative number.

The army of Ross was allowed to gallop in the camp, more than ten minutes passed, the ground was full of dead corpses, and the scarlet mud was shocking, Yue Fan couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look, Gao Shun had already hummed a folk song leisurely on the side.

It was an ancient emphasis, describing the desolation of the triumphal return to the dynasty, which was completely different from Gao Shun's current state of mind, so the tune seemed nondescript.

Gao Shun is also a battle-hardened veteran, and there has never been a war as leisurely as today.

The trapping camp has become a system of its own, and most of the time they do not need to call the shots at all, they are like a whirlpool on an ocean storm, harvesting the lives of those who have fallen to their heart's content.

The complete suppression of strength, the perverted defense of the Silver Soul Armor, and the trapped camp have never been as happy as they are today.

There is no need to worry about the enemy's spear penetrating their armor, all the worries are that there are no dead ends around their bodies after having the Silver Soul Armor, they only need to swing their knives and slash people......

Gao Shun of the seven-grade cultivation is enough to laugh at the audience, and the six-grade cultivation of Mulis on the other side is a dish in his eyes, and he can't turn over any monstrous waves.

Yue Fan tugged at the corner of his mouth, and kicked Gao Shun off the horse with a cold kick, this special mother is fighting, not watching her brother kill pigs and dogs, and why do you want to sing a microphone for you?

"Lao Tzu is easy and leisurely. Yue Fan scolded and scolded Gao Shun: "What are you making a fuss about? Lao Tzu doesn't need your protection, have you seen Muris? That grandson is handed over to you, if you don't take the head of Muris, Lao Tzu will deal with you by military law!"

"The last general commands!" Gao Shun's spirit was shocked, and he no longer had a lazy posture.

At this moment, Gao Shun was like a sharp blade, staring at Murisi in the distance with bared teeth.

The seven-rank cultivation exploded in an instant, and time seemed to freeze for an instant, only to see Gao Shun rise into the air, step on the broadsword, and fly towards the rear camp of Ross.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the cold light was fluttering, and the huge sword light covered Gao Shun's body three feet away, and the Ross army couldn't dodge, and he didn't die in the hands of the trapped camp, but was cut by Gao Shun's sword qi.

......

The arrogance of the trapped camp stimulated Muris's cranial nerves, and he never thought that the blood struggle of 5,000 people and hundreds of thousands of people would be like this.

The battlefield was in line with Muris's prediction at the beginning, but it was not the enemy army that was defeated, but his hundreds of thousands of troops!

Emperor Rus allowed Mulis to act as the commander of the three armies, of course, because he felt that Muris had the ability to break through the fortress of the Xia Kingdom, in fact, Mulis not only completed the task, but also surrounded Lin Lietian and Song Que and other famous commanders as bastards, and his ability is obvious to all.

It's a pity that the time is not good, and he met Yue Fan, a traverser who opened the hanging, especially when Mulisi found that the enemy army was all four-grade high-level, he was already at a loss, and found that the shiny armor was invulnerable, and suddenly felt that the sky was about to fall.

Unconsciously, the battlefield turned from under Yuanzhou City to ten miles away, but the trapped camp was like a nail attached to the bone, biting them all the way forward.

When Fangzheng's spiritual power was about to run out, he replenished some spirit stones, and Yue Fan's old rich man gave the soldiers trapped in the camp the confidence to fight for a long time.

Knowing that he was powerless to return to the sky, Mu Lisi shook the handsome flag in despair, which meant retreat, but at this time, several fifth-grade powerhouses who were guarding Mu Lisi's side were frightened: "Da Shuai be careful......