The sky was sprinkled with snow, fluttering, cold at first, but soon became hot, assimilated by the bright red blood, turned into blood water, spread and flowed around.

Such a cold day, such a big snow, it stands to reason that it should be quiet and bright red, there should be a little girl snuggled on the windowsill, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and she stared faintly, but the reality is not so, the monstrous shouts of killing shook the sky, the footsteps rumbled and shook the earth, the snow was cold, and the blood was hot!

The vast white earth, but it was cut by a stream of blood, and the blood overflowed from the battlefield, densely scattered like a spider web, which looked particularly weird, but at this time, I didn't notice this, everyone's eyes were red, only to fight, and then fight!

The war has risen to an unimaginably tragic level, no matter how strong the people are not spared, the Tiger Guard Lion Spear Army fought hard, more than half of the casualties, the defensive front of the Xuanwu Army shrank by more than half, and was still being compressed at an almost crazy speed, the earth was blood-red, countless people fell to the ground unwillingly, their eyes looked at the sky, there was anger, pain, and strong thirst and hope, both sides were eager for victory, wanted victory, and there was no room for retreat.

"Kill!"

"Rush over!"

Someone screamed hoarsely, the pain in their throat seemed to have been forgotten, they only had the enemy in their eyes, and only killing in their hearts, and if they wanted to stand in the end, they had to kill, kill all the enemies in front of them, otherwise they would fall down like those corpses on the ground, and fall into the blood-colored news of countless people.

Zhang Fan led the army to launch a counteroffensive, the idea of the god of war is continuous consumption, which Zhang Fan cannot break, what can be done is to minimize consumption, blind defense is naturally not advisable, only counterattack, kill all enemies!

The golden sword light was shining, intertwined with the silver rays not far away, and countless blood glowing, at this moment Zhang Fan once again turned into a killing god, everywhere he went, no one was his opponent, but there were too many of his opponents, so much that just looking at it made people powerless.

As the wind spirit said, the coalition is not a yellow scarf!

The equipment of the Yellow Turban is backward, and it is not too difficult to kill when the strength reaches a certain level, but after such a long period of accumulation, the equipment of the coalition players is far from being comparable to that of ordinary soldiers, and there are even many of them have a protective light curtain, even Zhang Fan has to spend a lot of effort, if you want to sweep, you must use all your strength.

The Yellow Turban lacks training, and there is no good military advisor to formulate a strategy, and it is easy to be calculated, just like Zhang Fan once burned down nearly two million Yellow Turban troops in the Flame Valley, and once attacked Zhang Yan's lair at night, but now these strategies are useless, although the God of War and the people around him are weak, but the combat vision is unique and experienced, and even if it is not for the mountains and forests on both sides are too distant and inconspicuous, Zhang Fan can't even do this small calculation, so the only way is to meet the brave on a narrow road!

The brave will indeed win, Zhang Fan believes that he is a brave man, and believes that everyone around him is a brave man, so he will definitely win, but how much will he pay behind this victory?

The number of players in the coalition is not to be seen, the sophistication of its equipment, and the ferocity of the struggle are also unprecedented, want a simple victory? Where is it so easy!

Zhang Fan can see the victory, and he can also see the endless corpses that fell on the road to victory, these are the hot-blooded men of China, who have a pride that has not been displayed, but finally fell in the chaotic battle, how much unwillingness should they have, how sad they should be?

Players can indeed be resurrected, but three days is enough time to change everything, if they can't make their deaths worthwhile, how can Zhang Fan explain his conscience, how to face those eyes full of desire and trust?

A short-term victory is not a victory, Zhang Fan knows that this fierce tiger of more than 3 million people is actually just cannon fodder!

Cannon fodder, what a ridiculous word, if all the equipment of these players is taken over, Zhang Fan will create a truly invincible army, not to mention that the combat power of these players is much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers, but are these people just cannon fodder?

I'm afraid only the god of war would be so cold-blooded, right?

Blood, the Doomsday King, Hades and others did not speak out against it, what are these people thinking, these players do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for them, but they treat these people as outcasts?

Maybe this is the mentality that a hero should have, but Zhang Fan admits that he can't do it, he feels that his heart is dripping blood when every Chinese player falls, he Zhang Fan can't be a hero, because he can't be cold-blooded and ruthless, but there is no love, no love, the world will lose too much color, even if such a world is held in the palm of his hand, it will become a ridiculous toy.

The death of every Huaxia player made Zhang Fan feel that the burden on his shoulders was increasing, but he had no regrets, he suddenly laughed when the golden knife light waved, there are so many people who share his hatred and unconditionally trust himself, what reason does he have not to laugh?

These people are all heroes, and they are heroes until they die, so he Zhang Fan is naturally also a hero, a hero who stands up to the sky, not the cold-blooded and ruthless hero, this is the biggest difference between him and Cao Cao, and the God of War and others are just a bunch of poor worms who have been beaten and have no self-confidence, let them go in front of them, do they dare?

"Die!"

Blood is raining down, there is no sigh here, there is no mercy, the position is different, there is nothing to say, if I don't kill you, you will kill me, only conquer, step out of a bloody road, wait for the blood to be drained, and return to peace, can it be regarded as real peace.

Zhang Fan is not the hero of those people, he is a hero who only belongs to Huaxia, for others he is a demon god, a killing god, and has no connection with the word "hero".

The golden light and sword light roared, the Huaxia players were cheering, and the coalition players were roaring with grief and anger, but Zhang Fan's expression was silent, he was killing frantically, but he didn't lose himself, he knew what he wanted, and he knew what he had to achieve. This has been the case throughout.

"Pang Tong!" Zhang Fan shouted, with a strong iron-blooded breath in his voice, he didn't shout "Shiyuan", he didn't shout "sir", he really just called him by his name.

Pang Tong smiled slightly, without the slightest dissatisfaction, the sword in his hand was facing the sky, the crimson light shone in the sky, and two divine fire phoenixes flew out of it, straight up to the nine heavens!

The two phoenixes flew to the side, flying farther and farther, and finally came to the top of the two trees, sprinkling endless divine flames, covering the sky and the sun!

There was snow in the sky, and there was snow on the ground, even if it was a divine flame, it was not easy to burn, but the tall trees were not like this, one after another towering trees were burned from it, and the upper half was smashed down, and suddenly a tragic cry came out from the forest, I don't know how many people died in it, but it will never be less, never!

"Kill!" The shouts of killing resounded in the sky again!

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