Chapter 390: Fighting for the Head

They finally repelled the guards before they could enter this pass, but in a short period of time, how many times have they been wronged by this iron-faced Hades!?

These people went around killing their patrolmen like ghosts, blending in when they were attacking the city, causing them to kill their comrades, and deceiving their second prince with holy beasts, causing the second prince to lose his life in Thorn Yang City......

It's just the previous one.

And now?

Not only do you burn grain and grass, but you don't let go of the horses!

There is no such shameless team!

"Brothers, kill them, the good things in the camp will be ours, do it!" Yan Ruyu sneered, and the vulgar words came out of her mouth, but they looked extremely noble and good.

O camp of the country of Uso! There are quite a few Marco who are having diarrhea in it.

Although the grain and grass were burned, the weapons, iron armor, and even the camp tents were trophies.

Yan Ruyu is not a lot of people, but the number of people is not a problem.

In her heart, since ancient times, there have been many battles in which less wins more, and why can't she do it if others do it?

One by one, as if killing a god, they rushed out in an instant.

When the soldiers of the Usuo Kingdom heard that the name of the "Iron Mask Hades" had already changed their colors, not to mention that they were personally confronting her at this moment, even if it was the great witch of the Usuo Kingdom, they were also frightened at this moment.

This is not a person, where is this still a person!?

Can a normal person blend into the barracks of an army of more than 100,000 people?

Can a normal person calculate the direction of the wind and think of fighting with that lowly hay?

There was almost no fighting spirit.

Especially after being stared at by the iron-masked brothers, they felt chilled all over their bodies, and their feet were like being filled with lead, and many people even forgot to resist.

It should have been a numerical suppression, but it was completely reversed.

The momentum on Yan Ruyu's side was like the fire that had blown through, burning these people without fighting spirit.

The fire had already turned a corner from the waterway.

It will probably take a few days and nights......

Compared with the broken city, the scorched black outside the city is nothing.

There is also the participation of the guard army, and the army of Usuo is gone, day and night, dead corpses everywhere.

The army kept withdrawing, but their horses were destroyed, and many of the blacks in the iron mask rushed into the ranks, and went straight to the noblest chariot that ran in the middle, surrounded by all the soldiers.

On the chariot, sat their great witch.

Several captains are fighting over their heads.

The legs of the generals in the east and west, north and south trembled, and they didn't have the heart to save the witch at all.

How can I save it? The Great Witch is the most conspicuous, the chariot is gorgeously decorated, superior to others, the Great Witch is wearing a witch robe and sitting on it, and he can't escape the eyes of this group of Yama Lords at all!

Especially at this critical moment, how can you still take care of the life of the great witch?

Several generals only cared about instructing their soldiers, and kept retreating and fleeing.

What kind of witch, it doesn't matter......

"Fighting with Ben for his head, do you still want to be embarrassed?" After Yan Ruyu slapped the trembling man lying on the chariot with one palm, he glanced at Wan Tieyong and the others and snorted.

"You're all big bosses, what do you want? Still robbing with Lao Tzu, do you want to have a face? Wan Tieyong scolded.

"Those people ran away, don't chase it, this big witch will be done when he dies." Yan Ruyu glanced at the corpse of the great witch, and then looked around.

The corpse was uncomfortable to look at.

The battle was won, but it was a bit too much.

If the killing is too heavy, people will be unlucky, and they will be afraid.

More than 100,000 troops, most of whom died.

However, only a very small part of them were killed by the guards.

After a long time, the scene fell silent, and Yun Jingxing and his soldiers were not far away, not daring to approach.

"The things here are all Lao Tzu's, do you dare to rob them?" Yan Ruyu asked at Yun Jingxing.

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