The reason why the Flowing Fire Country is strong is not just by relying on the scheming lord of the country, the consciousness of the military order has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the soldiers, although they are in danger now, but the blade is still in their hands, they can be afraid, but they must not be a bad seed.

Military discipline is made of iron, but people's hearts are long, Gan Long is fine if he does not give the order to retreat, but now, before his words are heard, everyone immediately rushes towards the iron gate, throwing away their armor and removing their armor, extremely embarrassed, and the last trace of military spirit is gone.

"Come as you want, leave as you want, do you really think of this as a vegetable market?"

Just as everyone was desperately fleeing, a playful voice floated from the dark platform, because suddenly, everyone stopped and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Under the terrifying gaze of more than 10,000 pairs, a torch was lit in the dark, which was as small as a firefly compared to the huge martial arts field, but it could still illuminate the faces of the people under the torches, which could be seen from Gan Long's face that changed from horror to consternation in an instant.

"You, you're not dead?!"

Witnessing the poisonous arrow piercing Zhang Mochen's arm, according to common sense, the latter's corpse is afraid that this will already begin to decompose, Gan Long didn't believe his eyes at all, but the black figure was really standing there now.

"You got the donkey kicked in the head?"

Zhang Mochen was a little puzzled, he was sick and disaster-free, how could he let Gan Long think that he was already dead?

"Could it be that this guy knows witchcraft, pinch a villain and curse me?" Zhang Mochen muttered in his heart, besides that, he really couldn't find a reason for Gan Long to be so stunned, the latter couldn't expect to be choked to death while eating, right?

In fact, Zhang Mochen didn't know about the poisoned arrow, thinking that it was just an ordinary arrow, and he wouldn't take it to heart at all, because it was more homely than usual.

However, arrows are indeed poisonous, and they are highly poisonous, and the average person can kill an arrow in an hour or two, and a few minutes in short.

Gan Long looked at the high platform as if he had seen a ghost.

Gan Long's head was naturally not kicked by the donkey, and now, he finally understood that this black-clothed young man who fell from the sky was not something he could provoke at all, and he couldn't help but shout loudly in astonishment at the moment.

"Retreat!"

Although there were only two simple exchanges, the soldiers of the Flowing Fire Country could really feel the fear in the hearts of their lords, and when they were woken up by the shouts, they ran away, and the originally quiet martial arts field became restless again, and even the big banner with the word 'fire' written on it was thrown to the ground and trampled on it.

"I said, do you really think of this as a vegetable market?"

Zhang Mochen sneered, raised his right hand lightly, and in the next second, with him as the center, the torches were lit one by one, and finally formed a circle of fire on the high platform, and under the ring of fire were solemn armor and bright swords, guns, swords, halberds, and of course, there were hundreds of black people holding spears either shirtless or wrapped in animal skins.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Flowing Fire Country fled even more frantically, but unfortunately, the tightly closed iron door could not be broken open at all.

Blessings are not double, disasters are not one-way, Zhang Mochen's plan is by no means just to introduce Gan Long and his vanguard troops into the martial arts field, when the right hand raised in mid-air was put down violently, the sound of swishing wind suddenly sounded, and dense arrows fell like a torrential rain after crossing arcs in the dark night.

The screams suddenly exploded in the sky above the arena and spread throughout the valley.

In the direction of the middle gate, the soldiers who were waiting for it suddenly became nervous, and looked towards the north gate in horror, in their opinion, it should be that the north gate was attacked, and when the indicative gaze was cast towards the golden armor that was still sitting on the head of the city, the horror turned into puzzlement again, because the latter was not only indifferent, but also had a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

At the south gate, all eyes were fixed on the figure in the darkness in the distance, no, it should be a straw man, when the terrible scream came, he was slightly stunned at first, and then completely enveloped in horror. The blade shook because the hand holding the sword was trembling. The spear swayed because the shoulder that carried the spear was shaking.

The treasure light will be sharp sword out of the sheath, Gan Qi willow eyebrows horizontally fingered, holding the sword and standing.

"Don't panic, stabilize the formation!"

It was not much more difficult to hunt in the nest without having to shoot a live target, and the screams that sent chills down the back gradually weakened under the overwhelming rain of arrows, but this was only the first wave of the offensive, and when the survivors pushed away the corpses of their companions and struggled to get up, they found that a sharp blade was already on their neck.

Half an hour later, the martial arts field finally fell completely silent, only under the torches, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

Suddenly, a frightened plea for mercy sounded, Zhang Mochen looked sideways, and saw Xun Ke raising the stone hammer high and aiming at a white figure in the pile. Because of the cannibals' participation in the war, Zhang Mochen needed to take Xun Ke with him as a translator.

"Wait!"

Zhang Mochen shouted hurriedly and walked quickly, Gan Long at this time had no fighting spirit, and the desire to survive made the coldness of the royal family disappear.

Zhang Mochen leaned down and squatted down, frowning slightly, of course, not because of Gan Long, but a corpse full of arrows that pressed on him. Twenty or thirty arrows were all shot at the back, and it was obvious that this man had used his body to make a meat shield for Ganlong.

Gently turning the corpse open, the helmet slid off, revealing a face covered with blood and sweat, looking at the deep marks left by the years on the face, Zhang Mochen's indifferent eyes welled up with respect.

"Old general, be worshiped by the boy!"

Kneeling on one knee, Zhang Mochen clasped his hands into fists and saluted respectfully to the corpse.

"Uncle Xun, bury the old general!"

Since ancient times, heroes have cherished each other, even if it is an opponent, respect also rises in Xun Ke's heart, and he nodded solemnly at the moment, and with a wave of his big hand, he ordered a few soldiers around him to carry the body down.

Zhang Mochen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, in a sense, General Ye Lao died at his hands, it was the first time he killed the wicked, the bad guys, and the loyal martyrs, but this is not something that can be controlled by man, isn't the war so cruel?

Seeing General Ye leave, Zhang Mochen slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm down the anxiety in his heart, but when he opened it again, the coldness reappeared.

"Why do you think I'm dead?"

Regarding Gan Long's previous consternation, Zhang Mochen was not relieved, and asked lightly.

If it was the winner, Gan Long could tell Zhang Mochen in an arrogant tone that it was a poisonous arrow, but unfortunately, now he was just a poor worm, and when he saw Zhang Mochen asking, his face turned even more pale.

"Don't say it, die!" Zhang Mochen said coldly.

Met with the cold gaze in mid-air, Gan Long suddenly snorted, like an electric shock, and hurriedly replied, but his voice trembled very much.

"Then, on the arrows of that day, there is, poison!"