"Poisonous?"

Zhang Mochen pulled back his sleeves violently, but there were no other symptoms on his arm except for a shallow scar, and then his mind wandered all over his body and found no signs of poisoning.

"Isn't it fun?" grabbed Gan Long's neckline, Zhang Mochen asked with a smile, but that smile sent chills down his spine.

"Really, it's so poisonous!" Gan Long's expression was a little exciting.

"Then why didn't I get poisoned?"

"I... How do I know!"

Letting go of his hand and pushing Gan Long to the ground, Zhang Mochen slowly stood up, frowning slightly.

At this time, Yu Qing and Li Ganlong would not make such a low-level joke, since it was really a poisonous arrow, why was there no sign of it? Now Zhang Mochen was stunned.

The poison was hit, but it was the seven-step snake venom that was tightly suppressed in the dantian, and it had nothing to do with Gan Long, Zhang Mochen was puzzled, and after a while, a soft self-deprecation came out of the corner of his mouth.

"Damn, I can't wait to be poisoned again?"

No longer entangled in the matter of poisonous arrows, Zhang Mochen leaned down again, and pulled Gan Long to sit up, but a touch of cunning flashed from his dark eyes, like a meteor in the night sky, fleeting, and unnoticed.

"Live or die, choose one?" Zhang Mochen waited expressionlessly for an answer.

"Live the road, live the road!" Before the words fell, Gan Long's voice hurriedly sounded.

The corners of his mouth curled, Zhang Mochen leaned into Gan Long's ear and whispered a few words, and the latter's expression immediately stiffened.

Looking at the wooden man-like Ganlong, Zhang Mochen smiled slightly and said, "How is it?"

"Shaoxia, can you change the conditions?" In just a few seconds, Gan Long had already imagined hundreds of ways to die in his mind, and pleaded with a bitter face.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Mochen slowly stood up and said with a smile: "It's death both horizontally and vertically, it's better to gamble, besides, isn't acting what you're good at?"

His lips opened and closed, and after a while, Gan Long nodded heavily, feeling that the choice was so difficult for the first time in his life.

The corners of his mouth rose, Zhang Mochen glanced at Xun Ke and walked out of the city, the latter understood, set up Gan Long, who was sitting on the ground, and said a few words to the chief, followed him.

After some tossing, the darkness gradually receded, the sky was hazy, and in the quiet valley ten kilometers away from the storm fortress, as the deafening stampede gradually entered the ears, the birds flew in shock, the dust was billowing, and the large wooden catapults were pushed and pulled by a dozen strong men, crushing the ground into deep wheel prints.

Compared with the soldiers of the Manyue Kingdom, this mighty flood is all black, and even the military flag fluttering in the wind in mid-air is also dignified pitch black. The blade is in the sheath, but the edge will appear, and the armor is wrapped, but the eyes are like glaciers, and at a glance you know that this is a tiger and wolf army.

The sound of footsteps and the sound of armor vibrating together constitute the main theme of the march of the 200,000 army, the rugged mountain road has become a flat river, the mountains are high and the forests have become open-minded wilderness, and the advance speed of the fire army is not fast, but the mountains are opened, and the water is split, mighty and domineering.

The position of the Chinese army is ten people wearing heavy armor, holding heavy soldiers, and riding straddle horses, they look as they walk, and every grass and tree around them has become their vigilance, but although they are vigilant, they can still see a trace of disdain in their eyes, this is not Yelang's arrogant arrogance, and the confidence brought by strength, because they are the ten gods of war of flowing fire.

The top ten gods of war are obviously the most powerful generals in the Flowing Fire Country, and they have achieved a lot of success, and they don't know how many white bones have piled up under their feet and how many lives they hold in their hands. However, today, they are not the protagonists, because in the middle of them, a tall horse with a purple and black body is sitting a man who exudes the majesty of the emperor from head to toe, he is Gan Long's biological father, the lord of the Flowing Fire Country, Hongyan!

Hongyan's face was calm, even if he was running for a long time, he couldn't see a trace of tiredness, on the contrary, he might be able to taste the delicious taste of the enemy's flesh and blood immediately, and there was a trace of excitement in his ancient well-like eyes.

Hongyan waved his arm lightly, signaling to a general on his right hand to speed up the march, but as soon as his arm fell, a galloping horse's hooves sounded, and a white figure rode his horse after a while.

Ganlong's appearance at this time can only show one problem, and that is that it is done. A hint of joy flashed in his majestic eyes, and looking at the white figure that jumped off the horse's back and trotted, Hongyan waved his hand again to signal to stop advancing.

"Father!"

Galloping to the horse's hooves, Gan Long knelt on one knee and saluted with his fists, not knowing whether it was all the way or for other reasons, sweat covered his face.

"En!" Hongyan nodded slightly, "Get up, it's done?"

"Back to my father, the vanguard has entered the north gate, but it has been attacked by the crazy counterattack of the Manyue Kingdom, and General Ye is desperately blocking it, so that the child can come and report quickly!" Gan Long, who had just stood up, knelt down on one knee again, and the fierce battle stained his white clothes with blood, and the dashing hair bun in the past was also messy and scattered, covering his face.

The eyebrows were raised slightly, this time Hongyan didn't mean to blame, if he was in charge personally, 10,000 enemies and 100,000 would not be easy.

"Throw away the weight and move forward at full speed with light loads!"

The battle situation is ever-changing, the fighter plane is fleeting, and the big iron bucket of the Storm Fortress has finally been poked into a hole, and Hongyan will not let the opportunity slip through his fingers.

The reins exploded in mid-air, hitting the hips of the war horse, and Hongyan rode away with a dash.

Traveling lightly, and with the lord of the country taking the lead, the 200,000 soldiers of the Flowing Fire Country appeared in front of the walls of the Storm Fortress like hungry wolves more than half an hour later.

In his eyes was the tragic battle at the head of the North Gate City, and in his ears was the earth-shattering killing cry from the city, in such a situation, ordinary people were afraid that they would have already led the army to kill, but Hongyan was pacing, and those who were good at scheming were worried about being framed by tricks all the time.

The army stopped outside the north gate, Hong Yan's eagle-like eyes roamed back and forth, Gan Long frowned without a trace, and then raised his sword and rode his horse over.

"Father, let the child kill the head, and if he can't win, he is willing to die. Gan Long said solemnly, looking like he would not take the city and swear not to return it.

Hongyan's vigilant gaze swept over his son for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Go, if you win this battle, you will be the first to work!"

His eyes were extremely cold, like an abyss that had not seen the sun for a thousand years, and after hugging Hongyan tightly, Gan Longyang spurred his horse to rush out, and behind him there was a monstrous sound of killing, and about 50,000 soldiers waved their blades and followed closely.

The creepy screams soon drowned out the sound of the fighting. The wolf smoke in the city was up, and the soldiers of the Manyue Kingdom on the city threw away their weapons and fled in embarrassment, and the black "fire" banner was finally firmly inserted on the north gate of the city after half an hour. The corners of Hongyan's mouth raised the arc of the victor, and with a wave of his big hand, he led the army straight to the north gate.

The north gate is the key to the entire battle situation, and now that this foundation has been stabilized, what Hongyan has to do is to lead the army to completely swallow the fat of Manyue Kingdom.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny. Hongyan had already thought of 10,000 ways to kill Ganluo, but when he entered the martial arts arena, his whole body stiffened. In his eyes, there were no corpses of Manyue soldiers, only black, and in his ears, there were no shouts of celebration of victory, only the dead silence that represented the danger signal. What frightened Hongyan even more was that no matter how much he searched, he couldn't find the conspicuous white figure.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

A sense of foreboding suddenly sprouted in his heart, and Hong Yan shouted urgently, however, the 150,000 troops were all crowded in the martial arts field, plus the 50,000 corpses on the ground, where was it so easy to withdraw?

The whole army of 10,000 horses crossed the single-plank bridge, if you were given enough time, you could all pass, but Zhang Mochen's original intention was not to pull Hongyan to walk, when the heart of the Flowing Fire Army was in turmoil, the overwhelming arrow rain fell again, the sharp arrow tore through the air, emitted a piercing roar, drew a beautiful arc and galloped down, and countless Flowing Fire soldiers instantly turned into a hornet's nest in the scream.

Looking at the fallen figures around him, Hongyan finally understood the meaning of the screams he heard earlier.

Even if it is 150,000 pigs, it is impossible to shoot them all, there are always a few that can rush out. After fleeing in a hurry, Hongyan finally rushed out of the north gate with the remnants, originally thinking that he was out of danger, but the dense arrows chased after him again, and he looked back slightly in horror, only to see that the black-armored soldiers who were originally fighting with the soldiers of the Manyue Kingdom at the head of the city were drawing bows and shooting arrows.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

Hongyan's teeth rattled, but he could only suppress his anger in his heart, and after shouting urgently, he rode his horse and fled.

The sound of chasing behind him gradually disappeared, and Hong Yan fell from the horse to the ground carelessly, his long hair was messy, his heavy armor was messy, and his momentum was completely lost.

Several generals quickly dismounted and helped Hongyan up, they were all members of the ten gods of war, but unfortunately, now there are no ten people.

"Lord of the Kingdom!"

Hongyan took a deep breath and tried to cheer himself up quickly.

"It's okay, quickly set up a defensive position and count the casualties. Hongyan said weakly, but the decadence in his eyes was quickly replaced by anger, "Send someone to find that evil son secretly, live to see people, and dead to see corpses!"

"Yes!"

After all, he was well-trained, and even after suffering a major setback, Hongyan and his soldiers quickly cheered up again.

The defeat did not make Hongyan retreat, on the contrary, his ambition to devour the Manyue Kingdom had never been stronger than it was now. The more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became, and he swore not to give up until he reached his goal, and I have to say that he is worthy of being the king of a country.

With eagle-like eyes re-energizing, Hongyan carefully observed the surrounding terrain, he needed to reformulate a detailed siege plan, and at this moment, the general who had been in charge of counting the casualties before trotted all the way.