On the red mountain outside the battlefield, the flying tiger stands on it, overlooking the battlefield outside the new city.

Although he couldn't see many details of the battlefield here, on the grand view, he seemed to see a sharp awl, which was violently piercing a relatively thick mass of earth and rock.

The rock, which didn't seem hard enough, was getting pierced by an awl.

Such a result made the flying tiger frown.

50,000 people fighting 30,000 people, it is still like this, the single combat power of your own players is even higher than that of the opponent, what is wrong?

"Guild Battle Tips: Tiger Slaughter breaks 100 people, Tiger Guild morale +1!"

It didn't take long for the system prompt to avoid Qin Wu's Tiger Slaughter to break through a hundred people sounded, and the morale of the Tiger Guild increased.

But this is like the weak resistance of the girl, the morale is flattened, but it still can't restore the decline of the Tiger camp on the battlefield.

"Guild Battle Tips: Qin Wu defeated 200 people, and the morale of the Dream Guild +1!"

Not long after the system prompt of Tiger Slaughter to break 100 people, Qin Wu's prompt to break 200 people rang.

The two guild battle prompts sounded one after another, the time difference was almost the same, one was to break a hundred people, the other was to break two hundred, the strength of Qin Wu and Hu Tu suddenly had an intuitive comparison in the hearts of all players.

Tiger Tu is not an opponent of killing gods at all.

Whether it was heads-up strength or killing speed, Tiger Tu was not Qin Wu's opponent.

He took the initiative to avoid fighting with Qin Wu on the battlefield, and the unstoppable momentum of moving forward and being like a fierce tiger in the mountains was gone, and now he no longer had the bloody slashing saber in his hand.

It can be said that since the battle when Qin Wu first came to Xincheng, Hu Tu's strength has dropped by at least a few notches, although it is still sharp for ordinary players, but it is no longer as brave as before.

Although Zhao Ji has a surname and strong skills, in this battle, the meaning of her existence is far inferior to Qin Wu.

Confused by the brilliant dancing, the tiger players who killed each other could not be regarded as Zhao Ji's killing, and Zhao Ji used ordinary mage and assassin skills to kill the tiger players in an instant, but the speed of killing the enemy was far less than Qin Wu's.

Although more tiger players died because of Zhao Ji than Qin Wu, the tiger players killed by Qin Wu counted the number of enemies killed, and reaching a certain number would increase morale and improve the strength of all players in the Dream Guild, which Zhao Ji could not match.

The morale increased again, and the attack of the fantasy camp suddenly increased the surname by a few points.

Qin Wu rushed to the front with a group of master players from the fantasy camp, rushing all the way to kill. Ten minutes later, Qin Wu, who was riding an ironclad war horse, led people to kill the 10,000th Tiger team, and there were no fully armed Tiger players in front of him, and the road was smooth.

The 10,000-strong Tiger team is disabled, and when all the players of the fantasy camp are killed in the future, even if the 10,000-person Tiger team is not completely wiped out, it is estimated that only a few remnants of the army will be defeated.

"Turn around and kill again!"

With a loud shout, like the sound of thunder on the flat ground, Qin Wu turned his horse's head around, led a group of master players, and rushed towards the 30,000-strong Tiger team on the right.

As if the body of an iron arrow had twisted and turned, Qin Wu led people directly and began to attack the back of the 30,000-strong Tiger team.

Hearing the sound of killing, the players of the 30,000-strong Tiger team hurriedly turned around to meet them, but they were not at all the opponents of a group of fantasy players with high morale and strong momentum.

After killing the entire 10,000-person Tiger team, the more than 1,000 fantasy master players who followed behind Qin Wu did not die at all, and as soon as the duration of the Lotus Dance passed, Zhao Ji blessed everyone again.

Due to the fast pace of the battle, the speed of advancement is faster, a series of continuous dancing skills and powerful chaotic skills Ge Lianhua, Zhao Ji has no time to use, can only be like an ordinary master player, closely follow behind Qin Wu, who is riding an iron-armored war horse and is in the spotlight, and use the basic mage skills to kill the tiger players along the way.

Just now, the 30,000th Tigers team has been looking for players from the fantasy camp to fight, and now the enemy has taken the initiative to come to the door, but they can't stand it.

The more than 1,000 fantasy master players who rushed to the front, their level, equipment, technology, morale, and psychological momentum were all higher than those of the Tiger players, and they got 2 morale bonuses from the Dancing Lotus, and the strength of the two sides was completely disproportionate. A group of fantasy players rushed up like a tide, and they didn't have to worry about anything, just attack the enemy with all their might within the range of not leaving the battle formation, and it was a pleasure to kill the one.

They had just defeated the 10,000-strong Tiger team, and the momentum was in full swing, and everyone worked together to attack together, like a raging torrent, and a wave of attack pushed over, and the 30,000-strong Tiger team could not raise its head.

The remaining 30,000 people hurriedly rushed over to support the 30,000 Tiger team, but when they arrived, Qin Wu led people to destroy the 30,000 people, and the others could only run after the tail of the dream camp.

On the red mountain, the Flying Tiger watched the battle on the plain below with a pale face, followed by a group of personal players, all of whom were silent with heavy faces.

The 10,000-strong Tiger team is the strongest 10,000-person team in the Tiger camp and the spiritual core of the Tiger camp. When it was easily crushed by the Fantasy Camp's Arrow Formation, and the players in the 10,000th team were disabled, everyone had a little secret in their hearts.

I'm afraid this battle is going to be lost again, but no one dares to say this at this time, so as not to touch the mold.

Although the battle had only just begun at this time, there were far more Tiger players than fantasy players, and there were no guild leaders on their side who had died, and the morale gap between the two sides was not obvious.

Although there are so many things, it seems that the Tiger Guild still has the strength to fight, but no matter how many advantages you still have, it is difficult to cover up the decline of the Tiger players on the battlefield.

Looking down from the mountain, everyone only felt that the person in the tiger camp was not a majestic tiger, but a stupid dog with a larger size. And their enemy, the Dream Camp, is like a ferocious hungry wolf with sharp claws.

Despite its size, the stupid dog doesn't look like a match for attacking the stronger hungry wolf.

The 10,000-strong team of the spiritual core was disabled, which directly made all the Tiger players who firmly believed that the guild war would be victorious, and a group of alliance guilds also began to move other thoughts.

Alliances that are united by interests, they are stronger than anyone else in a good fight, and they are never soft, and they will beat their opponents to death mercilessly to avoid being bitten back.

But when fighting against the wind, these people can't do it, and it is even more common to stage the drama that husband and wife are birds in the same forest and fly separately when disaster comes.

It was precisely because the people on the red mountain saw this clearly that everyone fell silent. What might happen next was going to be terrible for them, and everyone was a little scared.

"Everybody Obeys ......"

For a long time, when the 30,000-strong tiger team on the plain under the red mountain gradually showed defeat under the onslaught of the fantasy players, the flying tigers, who had been silent, suddenly spoke out loud.

Everyone obeys orders, which is a prefix for giving command orders.

The eyes of a group of people were all focused on the Flying Tiger, and everyone was expecting the Flying Tiger to say a command that would turn the tide of the battle.

“…… The whole army retreated. ”

After a pause, the Flying Tiger said.

Fall back!

This was the choice made by the Flying Tiger.

Retreating halfway may seem like a coward's escape, but it is a wise choice.

At this time, choosing to retreat the whole army is a small defeat, reducing the losses to a minimum, preserving the strength, and coming to fight again.

If you continue to fight, there is only one possibility that the whole army will be annihilated, and the loss of fame and money will be much higher than the former.

Between the annihilation of the entire army, the loss of a large amount of fame and money, and the withdrawal of the army now, the Flying Tiger wisely chose the latter.

He has no cards in his hand, and the opponent still has any hole cards hidden in his hand and has not been thrown, the Flying Tiger does not know, but judging from the cards on the table, he is lost.

Fighting to the death and not retreating, that is the choice of the brain-dead commander. There is no chicken to steal for you on the battlefield, and you have to take a stud knowing that you will lose, that is a person who hates money and burns his hands.

"Guild War Tips: The Flying Tiger gives the order, and the whole army retreats!"

The players of the Tiger camp, who were fighting on the plain, suddenly received an order from the Flying Tiger, and everyone was stunned when they saw the last four words that were a little dazzling.

Tiger Tu is armed with a one-meter-and-five-long silver broadsword, with 100 Crouching Tigers and 200 Tigers Legion's elite players, chasing and killing the players behind the fantasy camp.

After hearing the order of the flying tiger, the big knife in the tiger slaughter's hand thrust into the earthy yellow earth under his feet, his face was expressionless, he couldn't see what was in his heart, he looked up and looked ahead, as if he could see the figure of riding an iron-armored war horse hundreds of meters away, holding a spear, fierce and unstoppable.

Around Tiger Scar, the Crouching Tiger and the Tiger Legion players rushed past him and killed several fantasy players who had fallen behind, but soon, they all stopped, most of them with blank expressions on their faces.

At the same time, except for the 30,000-strong Tiger team, which was in the most fierce battlefield, the other players of the 10,000-person team all stood in place in a daze as if they were frozen.

"Let's go! Withdraw to the safe zone! ”

When he came back to his senses, the guild leaders, helmsmen, deacons, and disciples in the 10,000-strong team shouted one after another, and withdrew towards the safety zone of the new city with their own people.

"Kill!"

Looking at this group of defeated tiger players who turned around and fled in the direction of the new city, Qin Wuchang shouted, pulled Zhao Ji onto the war horse, let her sit behind him, and chased after the group of defeated tiger players.

"Kill!"

The Dream Camp players erupted in an earth-shattering roar and began to chase down the defeated Tiger players in front of them.

(To be continued)