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Is Dong Zhuo really fearless in the face of such a divine might?

I'm afraid that it may not be, although he despises those high authorities, and he is unwilling to be bound by the rules made by those he disdains, but in the face of absolute power, Dong Zhuo is not the kind of fool who only knows how to rush forward

Think of his willingness to become a lackey of the eunuchs in order to ensure that he is not suspicious, and the opportunity to get more opportunities for him to be related to the Empress Dowager Dong, whose family reputation is not prominent, and this qiē is only for the opportunity to change this country that he loves and hates deeply.

Therefore, Dong Zhuo is definitely not a person who does not know how to be flexible, when necessary, he also understands what it means to judge the situation, and he understands even more that in order to achieve the goal, he must take a step back to gain more space.

So when the first divine thunder smashed on the head of the revolving gate, he also set off a monstrous wave in his heart, because no one would feel the majestic power more than him, the person closest to the divine thunder, and even the shock wave generated by the explosion and the large and small stones that were lifted hit his body and his nerves with swift force.

Obviously, he knew very well that if he continued to stand here, no matter how accurate the divine thunder was, even if the divine thunder slashed around him, he would never be spared-the second divine thunder used jaw-dropping power to cut off a large piece of the top of a hill near the revolving gate, and the hundreds of people who were unfortunately crowded below Dong Zhuojun didn't even have a chance to wail before they crushed the large stones that rolled down into freshly baked meat puree, and all kinds of colors were enough to open a dye shop.

No matter how powerful Dong Zhuo is, he is just a mere mortal, not an immortal in the novel, if he raises his sword and shouts "What can the sky do to me", then there will only be one result, that is, he will follow in the footsteps of his handsome banner and become a pinch of dust.

In this way, if Dong Zhuo doesn't want to die, then a temporary retreat is the most correct choice for him at the moment.

It's just that sometimes there are things that seem like there are many choices and there are choices that seem the most correct or the best, but when you are in the middle of it, can you really choose the choices that seem to be the most correct?

Or are the choices that are right for their own anomalies right compared to something else?

Just like Dong Cunrui when he sacrificed himself to bomb the bunker, just like Huang Jiguang who blocked his body to the muzzle of the machine gun, just like Qiu Shaoyun who was still motionless under the burning fire, which is more important than life and victory in the war?

Yes, we do not have the right to deprive others of the right to live, so even if the Delta and Seal are trained to be proficient in N Chinese, proficient in N types of firearms, proficient in the operation of N types of high-performance high-tech machinery, when they carry a surrender statement written in N languages in their pockets, they can only be eclipsed in front of Iran's fanatical religious elements

Maybe they should read the immortal poem written by Pei Duofei, maybe they will understand why an army can jump from a height of more than 5,000 meters into the mountains with complex terrain, maybe they will understand why an army can form an impenetrable human wall with human flesh in the face of a flood, maybe they will understand why an army can exchange their lives for the final victory, even if they need to lie in front of the tracks of the tank with explosives.

For the sake of ideals, in order to realize the ideals in one's heart, sometimes life is so insignificant.

Maybe the ideal is not noble, maybe the ideal is wrong, at least those who dare to sacrifice for the sake of the ideal deserve people's respect.

Not to mention that Dong Zhuojun, who had already fallen into a slight chaos because of the falling rocks just now, would lose their leader again......

Looking at his slightly trembling legs, how long has it been since I encountered such a feeling that my soul couldn't help but tremble?

Dong Zhuo didn't know, maybe he had forgotten it for a long time, after all, he didn't need to worry and be afraid, and his subordinates didn't need a trembling and cautious leader, he wanted to use this momentum to sweep away his opponents, so as to achieve his long-standing wish.

So, he can't retreat!

The razers were still dancing in the sky, and the shouts of the coalition could be faintly heard from the rain in the distance, obviously rejoicing that the almost invincible enemy in their eyes had suffered such a heavy blow, and perhaps in their hearts, if it were not for the revolving gate in the Tiger Prison area, perhaps they could have regained their dignity in the field with the advantage of numbers

Whether this idea is delusional or not, we will not mention it for the time being, anyway, the top of the coalition army is propagandized like this, and for most of the soldiers who have not fought with the Xiliang army, they would rather believe that such propaganda is true and credible.

Otherwise, will such a battle still be fought? If you don't fight for steamed buns, you have to fight for breath.

However, Dong Zhuo was not in the mood to care about what those guys in the coalition army were thinking now, he now felt as if he was walking in the strong wind of the Northwest Gobi Desert, not only did he need to pay great strength and courage for every step he took, but he also had to be careful at all times if he would lose his way or simply be swept away by the wind to a completely unfamiliar place.

And the current situation was obviously more terrible than the wind that blew the undead, although he was very lucky that the first three thunderbolts did not fall on his head, but except for the divine thunder that split on the nearby mountain was some distance away from him, the remaining two distances seemed to be close to him, and he even felt that he could feel a slight paralysis from the soles of his feet.

Li Ru had already been taken away by Guo Yan and Li Dao at this time, although all three of them wanted to stay, although there were more soldiers who wanted to stay, but Dong Zhuo did not agree. Even he left Dong Min to inherit his position after his death, with Niu Fu, Li Ru and Dong Yue as relatives as assistants, he believed that Dong Min knew what he wanted, and he also knew what the Xiliang people needed.

Maybe it's a rare willfulness, Dong Zhuo believes that as long as the belief of the Xiliang people does not fall, then no one can shake the name of the Xiliang Army as the strongest army in the world. Maybe the only regret is the "Little Emperor Training Plan", but if he really can't survive, then the new Xiliang Army may no longer need the little emperor, don't Yang Ding and the others often persuade themselves to kill the little child who is just a burden in their eyes?

These guys are always so willful, I hope that their death will make them more mature.

Then, Dong Zhuo saw that the top of his head was once again lit up with a blue color, and the bright light was accumulating, although he couldn't determine where it fell, but Dong Zhuo had a very clear feeling - he had been completely locked by this thunder light.

"Maybe after this thunderstorm, my ambition and I will completely turn into nothingness, should we shout some more atmospheric sentences at this time, or shout something I haven't thought of, such as 'wine pool, meat forest...... Oh my ambition' or something. ”

Dong Zhuo thought like this, with a little lonely look in his expression, maybe this would be his last stage.

"It's really grand......" Dong Zhuo laughed at himself.

Perhaps in order to ensure that a single blow completely crushes Dong Zhuo, a guy who despises his majesty, compared to the first three divine thunders, the fourth divine thunder seems to have been brewing a little longer, and the corresponding power will inevitably be more terrifying.

In fact, when the thunder fell, everyone only felt a thick azure light falling from the sky, and the entire revolving door was shrouded in a blue-black, and the explosive scorching feeling could be clearly felt even in the torrential rain more than ten miles away, and countless bricks and stones could be seen in the central area of the thunder that were directly melted or even vaporized.

Under such an unrivaled thunder, is it still possible for Dong Zhuo to survive?

"Why! Why! Why!! ”

A slightly decadent sound suddenly came from under the city gate tower that had become a ruin from the revolving gate, and then a girder that was originally used to support the structure of the city gate tower stretched out from the ruins, although the whole girder was scorched black, and there were faint flames or green smoke in some places above, but its main structure was not completely damaged.

Then a black-skinned giant who looked like a purebred native of southern Africa crawled out of the rubble, though he was burned by the nearby heat, and though his clothes would not even be bothered by the poorest beggars, if the black things could be called "clothes", but at least they proved to be a living man.

"Why! Why do I continue to stand here, thief God, you ......"

Although the "black man" intended to mock the god thunder who tried to kill him but ultimately failed, before he could finish speaking, a scene in the corner of his eye made him close his mouth that spouted wildly.

What did he see?

It was on the school field inside the revolving gate, although this place had been ravaged by the third divine thunder just now and became a little potholed and tattered, but now it was crowded with thousands of people, all of whom were the elite of the Xiliang army, and even he could clearly say the names of most of the people here, most of them were good men who had followed him for more than ten years.

Originally, these people lined up in a neat line, but unfortunately now there are some strange distortions in this team, and the reason for these distortions is the charred charcoal that fell in the blank space, but from the appearance of those charcoals, it can be known that they were obviously also part of the Xiliang army before their deaths. He counted roughly three or four hundred of them.

Why are they here in such a way? Where does the charcoal come from?

The "black man" trembled, of course, this did not mean that he had lost his strength, a man who could afford to lift the beams of the house, although it was a broken version, was enough to prove that his strength surpassed that of ordinary people, and from the arms that were already called fragments, he turned out a thing, although he did not know what the bells and whistles on it represented, but he knew the meaning of such a thing.

This is his Tiger Talisman, a Tiger Talisman used to prove his relationship with his personal guards.

"It turns out that my life was given by you, it used to be like this, and now that I am rich, it is still like this."

The "black man" felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist at this moment......

The existence of tiger talismans and talismans is not only to mobilize every power that can be controlled within their range, but also to enable them to effectively protect the life of the tiger talisman holder - the talisman is indestructible, and the tiger talisman is not harmed. This is not just a slogan, but the most direct embodiment of this system.

Although the number of talismans is arranged according to the ability of the owner of the Tiger Talisman in order to maximize the efficiency of the battlefield, if it is exceeded, it will not form a more effective attack force on the battlefield, but it will better protect the Tiger Talisman holder.

This is also why, after a thunderbolt, Dong Zhuo was not a big problem, but his personal guards were killed in battle, and the number exceeded his HP limit.

It's just that although the courage of the warriors is worthy of praise, but the manpower will eventually be exhausted, and the thunder in the sky still looks so easy, not to mention that the revolving gate gate is now broken, and it seems that Dong Zhuojun has reached the most critical moment......

ps: Tracer bullets, warning, it's really stingy enough...... 

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