The Yellow Turban Lux shook off the rubble and slowly stood up.

The soldiers scattered in all directions.

Only the guards of the dissolved flame saw the general die in front of him, and he was so angry that he rushed upwards regardless of it, but there was no unified command, their attack was scattered and weak, and the Yellow Turban Lux waved his slap, smashing them one by one like swatting flies, and for a while the fire points on the ground were everywhere, and the burns were all over the place, but it was the last explosion of these flame spirits before they died, and they couldn't hurt the Yellow Turban Lux and only burned the ground black.

The rout that had just been gathered immediately continued to flee without hesitation.

After the Yellow Turban Lux shot away the guards of Rongyan, he did not rush to catch up, but slowly raised his head.

In the sky, Yong Bowen, who was mourning with a thousand souls, was taking out the tablet he was carrying.

The next moment, one after another Yellow Turban wrestlers fell from the sky and fell next to the Yellow Turban wrestlers who were chasing the enemy alone, lined up in a row.

Yong Bowen released more than 300 Yellow Turban Warriors, and then he stopped for a while, and with an order, the Yellow Turban Warriors troops strode towards the rout.

This is already more than half of the Yellow Turban wrestlers that Yong Bowen can use at hand.

There is an official who wants to ask, isn't the Yongda Heavenly Master 100,000 demon spirits on hand? How are there only a few hundred yellow turban wrestlers?

You don't know that.

You must know that the yellow turban wrestler in Yong Bowen's hand is not like a ghost puppet, just take out a machine from the computer and use it when people come and go.

The demon spirit is violent and irritable, and if you release it without dealing with it, it is purely because you can't find comfort for yourself.

The Yellow Turban Lux that Yong Bowen is using now is produced after multiple processes, combining the core manufacturing technology of the puppet of the Wuhua School and the talisman technique of the Taiping Dao, which is an absolute product with high spell content, far from being comparable to the evil ghost puppet, otherwise it would be impossible to take out a random one and defeat a thousand armies.

During this period of time, half of Yong Bowen's free time to deal with the company's business was spent on manufacturing this yellow turban wrestler, which itself was a delicate job with a high level of spell requirements, and because it involved the secret of the demon spirit, Yong Bowen couldn't find a suitable helper for a while, so he could only work with Aliyun, so that for such a long time, he only made more than 500 and less than 600 yellow turban wrestlers.

Yong Bowen was high in the air, and he had already seen the enemy camp from a distance, and seeing that the enemy camp was endless and unbounded, Yongda Heavenly Master was secretly frightened, worried that this yellow turban wrestler would not be able to deal with it, so he released three hundred helpers, planning to go straight down the enemy camp in one go, and then drive these hellish indigenous troops across the ghost river like ducks.

Not to mention the new offensive organized by Yong Bowen, and the good news that Ye Kemo was still waiting for the good news of the dissolving flame, and he didn't let the generals who were called to disperse. The ability of the dissolved flame is still clear to the night Ke Mo, and he feels that there will definitely be no problem with this love will stabilize the situation on the front line, he just needs to sit here and wait for the good news.

The news came really quickly, and I saw the messengers rushing into the tent again, "Report, big boss, the big thing is not good, a large number of routs are rushing to the camp gate, it looks like they are going to rush the camp!" ”

Ye Kemo was stunned for a moment, and asked meaningfully: "What about General Rongyan, didn't he go to the front to collect the defeated troops?" ”

At most, this messenger only stood in the watchtower of the camp for a while, and it would be good to see the rout soldiers swarming, not to mention the restrictive scene of the Yellow Turban Lux slapping the Lytic Inflammation with a punch, and even the Yellow Turban Lux condensed the Yellow Turban Lux in the lava rock without seeing the Great Shuai suddenly ask, the Herald couldn't answer, and he blushed and had a thick neck for a while, and he didn't dare to respond.

Ye Kemo immediately came back to his senses, knowing that he had asked something wrong, he waved his hand to let the messenger go down, glanced at the generals on both sides, and said suddenly: "Since the rout is coming, then let's go and see what kind of divine can chase them so wolf!" ”

When the generals heard that Kemo was going to go into battle in person again, they were all startled and dissuaded, some said that the son of a daughter could not sit in the court, some said that the gentleman did not stand under the dangerous wall, and some said that the generalissimo was the backbone of the entire eastern group, but he must take care, and some patted his chest to bear the work of driving out the enemy.

But if you listen to people's persuasion, Ye Kemo will not be Ye Kemo.

Yekomo has always been autocratic, and every time the facts prove that the truth is in the hands of his seemingly minority.

Nightcome, once again, climbed the defensive wall of the camp, just as he had closed in the canyon.

The generals had no choice but to follow.

It's definitely not okay not to follow, the marshal Ye Kemo is quite grudgeful, you can oppose it verbally, but if you dare to be inconsistent with him in action, then wait for the autumn queen to settle the score.

It's really going to be remembered by Marshal Ye Kemo, it's not just a loss of office, but a small life that can't be saved.

Marshal Yekemo's reason for dealing with life is that whoever makes me unhappy for a while, I will let him have no chance to be unhappy in the future.

Climbing the low wall, I saw the rout fleeing back with rolling belts, and about a few hundred meters behind the rout, a team of about 300 yellow-clothed giants lined up in a thin straight line, following unhurriedly, as if they were shepherds driving the flock.

"Yellow Turban Lux!" The well-informed general couldn't help but gasp, and shouted loudly, no matter how you look at it, you feel that those yellow-clothed giants look like the legendary thugs from the god realm.

"No, but it's a puppet!" Marshal Ye Kemo categorically denied that unlike these generals who had only heard legends, Marshal Ye Kemo had seen the real Yellow Turban Lux with his own eyes, and although the yellow-clothed giants in front of him were decent, they were far worse than the real Yellow Turban Lux Warriors. Therefore, he concluded that the Yellow Turban wrestlers on the other side were just a kind of war puppets of humans, and they should look more advanced than the demon puppets.

Since it is a puppet, there is nothing to worry about, hundreds of thousands of evil ghost puppets in front of the canyon pass have been wiped out, not to mention more than three hundred.

Ye Kemo ordered the more than 10,000 demon puppets left behind in the camp to cover the front with fire, stopping the advance of the rout and the pseudo-yellow turban wrestlers.

These more than 10,000 evil puppets are all full of ammunition, and they were originally used as a reserve force for the big war.

Ten thousand cannons roared in unison, the sky shook and the earth shook, and the rout soldiers who were fleeing were all bombarded by their own artillery fire, and there was not even a slag left.

Gunsmoke filled the battlefield like a thick fog.

The Yellow Turban wrestlers lined up in a line of skirmishers stepped out of the smoke with firm steps, and the torrential artillery fire seemed to be nothing more than a breeze blowing.

I'm the dividing line of exhaustion***************************

My father was hospitalized and has been staying with the bed for the past few days.

From today, it will be renewed.