Chapter Seventy-Seven: Who in the World Doesn't Wet His Pants

PS: The previous chapter "Ordinary Witch = Terran Low-level Cultivator" is not reasonable in terms of force setting, and has been changed to "Ordinary Witch = Terran Elector".

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War is always cruel, destroying human nature, obliterating goodness, and completely destroying all good things in the world.

The little people in the whirlpool of war have never been able to help themselves, and can only struggle in the torment of blood and fire, while hoping that the selfless way of heaven will shed the light of mercy that mortals cannot covet......

After the herald got down from the tower, force, the animal god and the white dove looked at each other silently, Zhao Feichen didn't fully understand the obscure text, and couldn't help asking, "What is he talking about?" I knew every word, but I didn't understand anything. ā€

The black muscles of the beast god's face twitched heavily, and he squeezed out a big smile: "You're lucky stinky boy." The boss said that he would give us third-class military merits, which can be used to offset the sentence. The opening is so generous, if you make new contributions, the top will definitely not be stingy with rewards, if there is such a good thing every day, you should be free for a few months at most. ā€

Zhao Feichen is not a stupid person, he has also watched some war movies, and he will come down to reward him before the battle starts, and the reincarnation rate after that is absolutely high enough to make people want to cry without tears, and his face can't help but turn white.

Seeing that he had actually been deceived, the animal god felt very bored, and turned to force and said: "Eldest sister, since the war is imminent, shouldn't we gather our people?" ā€

The existence battalion is the most powerful dead battalion in Fengling City, but the number of people is also the least, plus Zhao Feichen there are only fourteen in total, and they are divided into three teams to be responsible for three areas, look at the above meaning, the next battle may be extremely difficult, if you don't concentrate your strength, it will definitely be very difficult.

He hesitated forcefully: "The area we are responsible for is too large, how can we take care of it if we are not scattered?" If the casualties of the people are too large, they will be guilty after the war. ā€

The white dove shrugged indifferently: "He has entered the camp of the dead, what does he care about his crimes and merits?" People who didn't survive were all dogs. ā€

After thinking about it vigorously, he glanced at Zhao Feichen again, and finally made up his mind: "It makes sense, you go and notify everyone to come over immediately." ā€

The white dove answered, and jumped out of the tower over the wooden railing, tearing off his robe with both hands and flying in the air, the posture was very beautiful, really like a flying white dove, I didn't see him shouting a curse, not like Taoism.

Zhao Feichen's eyes were straight, he had seen someone flying down the ridge in a gliding suit in the video before, but he had never seen anyone dare to jump down the third floor in a gliding suit, as long as he couldn't hold the wind, he would not die or be disabled.

"This is the housekeeping skill of the white dove, not the Taoist technique, but the physical technique." The animal god hugged Zhao Feichen's shoulders and said with a smile: "There is a chance to coax him to pass you a few hands, and it will be useful to keep it when you run for your life." ā€

Zhao Feichen nodded again and again.

He pointed his finger at the two of them vigorously, motioned for them to sit down, and said softly: "I'm afraid that the fast man has never seen such a big battle, and the animal god can help if you can." ā€

The animal god smiled and said, "Don't worry, eldest sister, this kid is a cockroach, and it is difficult to die." ā€

He knew that Zhao Feichen was a favored person, he had luck and luck, and he couldn't blow it up if he threw it into the oil pot, so he wasn't worried at all.

Zhao Feichen had never experienced a real war, and when he saw that the big war seemed to be coming, he was already panicked, and reluctantly smiled: "What should you pay attention to in a war?" ā€

The animal god smiled: "It's useless to say anything now, and you can't remember anything except remember to pee your pants when the time comes." ā€

Zhao Feichen swallowed his saliva, clamped his bladder by the way, was embarrassed to look hard, and whispered to the animal god with a red face: "Will you really pee your pants on the battlefield?" ā€

The animal god patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "It's normal to go back to the battlefield to pee your pants!" Who hasn't peed yet? Even if the eldest sister is the head...... Ahem, I've never seen anyone on the battlefield live to pee their pants a second time. ā€

Two red clouds flew up on Li Jun's face, far more vivid than the dirty red scarf on her forehead, and she glared at the animal god with a look of shame.

The animal god was unaware of it, and continued to be triumphant: "Back then, your master and I also boasted that I was killing people, but the first mission after entering the camp of the dead, only to find that going to the battlefield was completely different from mixing rivers and lakes, and I still peed my pants, but peeing my pants is urinating my pants, and I still kill Wu Man, urinating while killing, and I can't stop urinating, that feeling, tsk, unforgettable for life, and endless aftertaste......"

Zhao Feichen moved his ass and tried to stay away from him, this guy is really a pervert.

Listening to the beast god's mouth openly, he scolded lightly, threw out a fire whip in his hand, and whistled several times. The animal god hugged his head and ran away, and said forgiveness.

Zhao Feichen always felt that the expression on the face of the animal god was by no means painful, and he seemed to be enjoying it, and couldn't help but scold again: "This pervert." ā€

After making a fuss like this, he forgot to panic, and he was not as nervous as he was just now.

Wars always come suddenly.

The outer city was suddenly noisy, and the sound of compelling shouts and killings was still terrifying even through the city walls, even if it was separated by countless houses.

Forcefully dissipate the red whip in his palm, and warn: "Be on guard. ā€

The hippie smile of the animal god also dissipated in an instant, and his eyes shot a penetrating coldness, which made people immediately remember his murderous side.

When the siege begins, the defending army and the raiding monk battalion will be difficult to distract, and the witch team will take the opportunity to fly across the Heavenly Punishment Gorge and infiltrate the city to wreak havoc.

Soon after, the wind howling in the outer city suddenly rose up in flames, rendering half of the sky magnificent and terrifying, and occasionally there were a few thunderous sounds that could shatter the soul, and it was obvious that the attacking monk camp was also beginning to exert its might, and the breath of death drifted down the wind, which was depressing.

The suffocating breath was quickly pierced by a terrible sound, and it was not too far away. Zhao Feichen's heart twitched violently, and the hair on the back of his neck was upside down. The terrible howls of the same kind before death are enough to stir up fear from the depths of the soul of any living being.

"Phineas' territory." The animal god didn't even blink his eyelids: "It seems that Wu Man went north of the city this time." ā€

The screams quickly changed from sporadic to dense, accompanied by cold shouts of killing, each of which made Zhao Feichen's face pale, and after a while, it was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Every scream means a human life, it turns out that life is so fragile and so easy to disappear.

"Brother Fei, they haven't made a move yet, it seems that Wu Man still hasn't come to a very powerful master, and the city patrol sergeants can form a formation to deal with it, and there is no need for the dead soldier battalion to fight for the time being. The cultivator is powerful, but he can't bear to fight, and it won't take a few strokes to empty the vein......"

The animal god patiently explained: "There is no end to the fight on the battlefield, who knows how long it will take to retreat and rest?" We have few people, can we not do it, don't move, it is the responsibility of the warrior to fight, and you can't be soft-hearted. Pumping cold and ruthless, trying to kill one at a time is the biggest help for them. ā€

Zhao Feichen nodded with a wooden expression, and the screams of human beings echoed in his head. The animal god really didn't tell a lie, he couldn't remember anything now except for wanting to pee his pants. And the horror of the battlefield is not even far from his eyes, to his side.

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