"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together"

"Old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains"

"Blood will not be shed, death will not be truce"

"There is Daqin in the west, like the sun rising"

"A hundred years of national hatred, the sea is difficult to peace"

"The world is in turmoil, how can we get Corning"

"Qin has a sharp soldier, who competes with it"

……

Soon, the second phalanx of foot soldiers drove over with a low, neat roar, the number of people was as high as 5,000 people, all black armor, black flags were waving, the weather was solemn, and the momentum was soaring.

"Long Live Daqin"

"Long Live Daqin"

……

Hundreds of thousands of Xi'an people, who had never seen such a shocking scene, cheered, their faces flushed with excitement, their hands were numb, their voices were hoarse, and in the end only hysterical howls remained.

Seeing this scene, Pierre's face became even more gloomy, as the British ambassador to China, he had seen the scene of this undead army attacking the city more than once.

The scene of a formation of thousands, tens of thousands of people, pressing towards the modern fortifications like a sea of mountains and directly breaking through them, once made him feel chills and fear in his heart.

However, after he learned the truth about the world and the secret power of the Western civilized world, everything disappeared.

"Hmph"

He snorted disdainfully in his heart, and then looked at the ranks of the undead legions walking under the city, his eyes were full of contempt.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found that a lot of dust had fallen on his shoulder, his brows furrowed, and his right hand with white gloves was lifted from the civilization stick, and he flicked it lightly on the shoulder twice, and then put it back on the civilization stick, his expression returned to reserve.

"Roar"

"Roar"

……

The third phalanx of foot soldiers came over, about 2,000 men. Different from the previous two, each of them is more than two meters and a half, with bronzed bodies, muscles like rocks, hair scattered, and each of them is holding a huge axe, like berserkers.

The people who participated in the ceremony had never seen such a wild army, and suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

"Long Live Daqin"

"Long Live Daqin"

"Long Live Daqin"

……

The sound of cheers rushed into the sky, shaking for miles.

On the castle tower where the black flag is waving in the wind.

Ying Zheng bowed his head with satisfaction, and introduced: "This is a martial artist created by the White Emperor Golden Emperor Qi that I have cultivated in these days, and the strength of the physical body is ten times that of ordinary foot soldiers. ”

"These soldiers are the equivalent of humanoid tanks"

Cao Yi, who had been watching, heard the words and gave an evaluation.

Of course, in terms of practicality, the military pawn is higher than the tank, and the military pawn cannot be killed, and he will not be on the way because of the lack of oil.

"Whew!"

A disdainful sneer came.

Cao Yi didn't look at it and knew that it was sent by Pierre, the British ambassador to China!

Next, ten phalanxes came on the field one after another, there were cavalry, charioteers, crossbowmen, some were solemn and unyielding, some were exaggerated muscles and tall in size, and at first glance the force value was bursting. During this period, the cheers of the people never stopped.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

As there were more and more phalanxes showing off their personal strength in the back, Cao Yi realized that something was wrong, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Ying Zheng sent a meaningful look.

Cao Yi immediately understood that these increasingly exaggerated phalanxes were misleading the enemy.

Let the enemy think that the immortal army of Great Qin is just a brainless army that relies on physical strength and immortality.

Thinking of this, Cao Yi released his perception, and in less than a moment, he discovered dozens of obscure breaths hidden in the crowd through pervasiveness.

Some of them have a weird, evil, and evil atmosphere, and they should be the legendary blood clans.

Some of them are holy and pure, tainted with chaos and confusion, and they should be the Holy See that lives on the power of the chaotic faith.

Some of them have very strong spiritual powers, not quite like humans, and I don't know which force they come from.

"Long live Your Majesty"

"Long live Your Majesty"

……

An even louder cheer came.

Cao Yi found out that the parade was over.

Ying Zheng was making a speech, announcing the official re-establishment of Great Qin and the founding ceremony of the new Taoism to be held later.

Twenty minutes later, Ying Zheng's speech ended.

Pierre, the British ambassador who was waiting impatiently, walked over without a trace of a smile on his face: "Your Majesty the Emperor, I have to say that your rudeness, your arrogance makes me very angry, very angry, you are despising the British Empire, despising the United States, the Soviet Union and other world powers that I represent. ”

Forehead!

Why don't you say you represent the whole world!

Cao Yi wanted to laugh.

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Pierre for the first time, and the expression on his face was faint, without a trace of anger.

Pierre glanced at Principal Jiang and the officials who were bowing their heads behind Ying Zheng, shook his head in disappointment and said: "It's hard to imagine, not long ago this country was still a country that touched the threshold of modern civilization, and this country is now terrible, and it is heading for the road of **** destruction, Mr. Jiang, are you right?" ”

Principal Jiang: "......"

Cao Yi can fully understand President Jiang's mood at this moment.

At this moment, another sound of 'Banzai' came from the castle tower.

"Damn ****"

Pierre rubbed his ears, looked at Ying Zheng Zhengse, and said: "Your Majesty the Emperor, on behalf of the United States, the Soviet Union, and the member states of the British Commonwealth, I solemnly issue an ultimatum to you, recognize the Treaty of Amity and Commerce signed last year, and stop all **** acts and incitement activities, otherwise, you and your country will suffer the punishment of the civilized world." ”

Speaking of this, he looked around, held his head high, and doubled his voice: "Your undead legion is a joke in the eyes of the civilized world, and the consequences of challenging the civilized world are very serious, and you will become the sinners of your country and your nation." ”

"That's it"

Ying Zheng opened his mouth for the first time, his expression was as flat as water, and there was no trace of waves.

Pierre was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Sacrificial Flag"

Ying Zheng spit out two words in a cold tone.

"Flags?"

Pierre's Chinese level was not enough for him to understand the meaning of these two words, and his face was at a loss for a while.

A few Qin soldiers, who were relatively close, stepped forward with spears and stabbed several of Pierre's entourage to death.

"You guys, you are crazy, you barbarians......"

Even if Pierre's Chinese level is poor, he knows what the two words of the sacrifice flag mean.

Two Qin soldiers walked over, grabbed Pierre on the left and right, pressed against the city wall with the flag, drew their bronze long swords, and prepared to stab down.

Suddenly, a powerful qi erupted from the crowd below, followed by a man holding a cross rushing out. Two white wings three or four meters long spread out behind him, and he shook his wings and soared into the air a hundred meters high, looking down like an angel in mythology.

Pierre, who was about to die, saw the helper coming, and shouted excitedly: "Angel, save me"

Poof!

The bronze sword stabbed into Pierre's body, and blood flew out, splashing a lot on the banner.

As if he didn't see it, the angel looked at the people on the city tower with an indifferent expression: "Kneel"