In this battle circle where Wang Xiaoqi was, the battle gradually became fierce.

The onslaught of the Mocking Wind army has reached a climax, and the counterattack of the opponent, the defenders of Huqin City, has also become crazy. When the cannonballs from the eight cannons in their own army exploded on the walls of Huqin City, every soldier in the army of the Prisoner Cow Country was stunned, and it was this stunned that caused them to lose at least one thousand people.

When the cannon roared, a smile appeared on the face of the White Bone Killing God. These eight sky-bombing cannons can be described as heavenly gods for the country of mocking winds, some time ago, nine and a half were prisoners of the country of Jairus, and the explosives he made did not actually explode completely, but instead had two squibs. As a token of the exchange of information between the allies, the country of the mocking wind also received one for research. A month ago, another master of weapons in the artisan army of the Land of the Mocking Wind, as if he was psychic, he actually understood the valves of explosives overnight, and rushed to work in a row to produce eight bombardment cannons within half a month, but died violently three days later.

No one knew how the weapon master had an insight into how the Bombardment Cannon was made, and how it died overnight, only that the power of the Bombardment Cannon was extremely terrifying, and it might even reach the point where it could determine the outcome of the battlefield.

And in fact, I am afraid that this is also the case. When the cannon sounded, everyone who had never seen the weapon fell into a state of "horror" for a moment, and inevitably froze. The battlefield is like a killing field, and a moment of stupidity may be fatal, so the defenders of Huqin City inevitably lost more than one thousand-man soldier, and this consumption is still rising rapidly.

Artillery rang out, kicking up puffs of dust. The dust covered the wall of the south gate of Huqin City in a moment, and after a few breaths, a group of people stood up from the wall tremblingly. They leaned against the wall and looked at the army of mocking wind in the distance, and the black-pressed army of mocking wind was as terrifying as if an ant colony was pouring out of its nest. There was an old man in the group, but he was old and strong, and after a brief moment of shock, he was furious, and then he stood up and straightened his back and shouted at the crowd behind him: "Who! Who is in charge of intelligence to stand up for me! Why does the Land of the Mocking Wind have such a powerful weapon, who will explain it to me!"

"What, isn't there anyone?" Seeing that no one was moving at all, Wu Xin roared again, his left eyebrow beating non-stop. Originally, the battlefield at the South City Gate was to be supervised by him and Prime Minister Zuo, but Prime Minister Zuo was old and did not know much about military affairs, so he asked Prime Minister Zuo to go back to his house to rest and left him alone. Now it seems that this idea is absolutely correct. The eight sounds of the cannon almost knocked his ears to the ground, and if Prime Minister Zuo heard this sound, the result would really be self-evident.

Seeing that Wu Xin was really angry, a young general in the group slowly stood up and walked over and stood in front of Wu Xin. Wu Xin's anger was actually divided into several layers, and when his eyebrows began to beat, it proved that his anger was about to reach its peak. No one in the barracks dared to contradict and provoke the black heart. Throwing people directly from the army into the circle of war has not happened before.

So the young general had to stand up, he clasped his fists and saluted, and then said with some trepidation: "Report to the general, the last general is for those things that appear on the battlefield...... I don't know. ”

"I don't know? It's enough to be unaware? What do you eat when I raise you!" Wu Xin slapped the young general's head, and then burst into a thunderous rage. There are no useless people in the army, and the reaction of the young general makes him angry at all, feeling that the other party is insulting the other party's IQ. "If I would have thrown you off this wall when I was young...... What are you looking at?"

There was another "snap", and Wu Xin's other slap slapped the other half of the young general's face, knocking him back from his stunned state. It turned out that just now, the young general and a group of people behind him were stunned at the same time, as if they were attracted by the distant scene. After being slapped, the young general's face was painful, so he hurriedly pointed to the location of the eight cannons in the distance and said to Wu Xin: "Look, there is ...... Something doesn't seem right. ”

"What is there to ......" Wu Xin turned his head and looked in the direction where the young general's finger was pointing, and then his eyes froze.

Originally, there was a huge sound at the location of the eight sky-bombing cannons one after another, and then there was a huge exclamation from the mocking wind army. Under the common gaze of everyone, the first bombardment cannon was destroyed like that. A black figure flashed next to the cannon, holding a long black knife in his hand. The knife fell and the knife fell again, but it was just a few breaths of time, and the black figure flashed three sky-shattering cannons one after another, and then the three cannons broke apart one by one, breaking into two, and the remaining ammunition in the cannon also flowed out.

Wang Xiaoqi, like his compatriots, let out an exclamation together, and all of them had a slightly timid intention. The sky-bombing cannon can be said to be a sacred object in the army, and these cannons are tantamount to breaking their military spirit at this time except for problems. The man who was destroying their cannons was doing something more vicious than destroying the grain and grass.

There was a commotion in the army of the country of the imprisoned ox, and Chen Zhen, the god of white bone killing, was like an ant on a hot pot, but this point was a joy to the right prime minister. He laughed at the cannon that was destroying to him like a monster on the other side of the city wall, and laughed more than he watched a play.

In fact, Wu Xin was not watching a show? The other party had just taken out a devastating weapon, but it was destroyed in an instant, either because there was a spies in the army or the information was leaked in advance, but in any case, it was a good thing for Wu Xin. As soon as he grabbed the young general by the neck, he grabbed him close to him, and then pointed to the figure in front of him who kept moving and flipping and carrying a black knife and said: "Find out for me within twelve hours, otherwise Lao Tzu will cut off your head and use it as a night pot!" As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately threw the young general aside, and turned to the herald next to him and said: "Pass my order, open the city gate, and the army will go out of the city and fight back immediately!"

"It's just God helping me, Chen Zhen, look at this time, I'm afraid that your head will belong to Lao Tzu. ”

A few minutes later, the south gate of Huqin City suddenly opened, and a massive army of prisoners of cattle suddenly poured out. It's like hot water overflowing the mouth of a bottle after it is boiled, but the soldiers of Huqin City are hot water, and they are directly poured on the army of the country of mocking winds. He was frustrated by the wind and forced by the enemy army in front, and the mocking wind army, which was already born of retreat and timidity, was even more defeated and retreated at this time, and the formation collapsed suddenly.

People are swords, I am fish and meat, and at this time, the army of mocking wind, which had the intention of retreating, was swallowed by the Huqin City army like a sea tide. The only remaining two thousand dragon elephant army in Huqin City poured out from the south gate at this time, strong and mighty, and the dragon elephant army with strong armor broke into the mocking wind army like two sharp knives. These two thousand people are no longer soldiers, but two thousand meat grinders. With an almost unstoppable formation, they swooped forward and slowly marched towards the Chinese army of the mocking wind, and there were corpses everywhere they passed.

And Wang Xiaoqi died quietly in the advance of these two thousand dragon elephant armies. His death was as normal as the cycle of the four seasons, and the withered autumn leaves did not sound much more than normal. Human life on the battlefield is as worthless as mustard, but it's a pity that Wang Xiaoqi never had the chance to see his wife again.

In the center of the battle array, Chen Zhen watched as the figure holding the knife cut six sky-shattering cannons in succession, and his heart was as heavy as dripping blood. Since Chen Zhen joined the army, he has never encountered such a situation. He was no ordinary man in the midst of the hosts, who slaughtered and destroyed the cannons as if he were digging for them. What kind of cultivation is he, can he be said to be a powerhouse in the Holy Realm? But it's not right, none of the Saint Realm powerhouses in the Prison Cow Country except Shaohong have been dispatched, and Shaohong has also been trapped on the East City Gate by the Demon Bird Doroluo army under the Prison Cow Country, how can there be another Saint Realm master here, and he is a samurai.

On the battlefield of the national war, if the powerhouse of the Holy Realm joins the battlefield, one of the default rules is that the samurai are much stronger and more effective than the warlock. Saint Realm Warlocks often need more time to prepare when casting spells, so for example, when Shaohong first appeared on the frontal battlefield many years ago and won an overwhelming victory for the Prisoner Ox Country, she was escorted by two thousand people by her side, and the preparation time for her spell casting was also particularly long. Although the preparation time for casting the spell was particularly long and desperate, Shaohong's first shot was to kill an army of nearly 10,000 people, and directly turned the situation around.

But the samurai are different, and although most of the samurai don't have the ability to kill in a wide area, the physical abilities of this group of people are too perverted. Each samurai has extremely strong mobility on the battlefield, which allows them to take the head of a general among thousands of armies as easily as a bag, and an army without a general is as meaningless as a dragon without a leader.

At this moment, the man in black who was constantly destroying the sky-shattering cannon seemed to see the location of the White Bone Killing God, so he secretly moved towards Chen Zhen while destroying the cannon for a hundred years. Chen Zhen seemed to understand this, and he immediately asked a thousand-person team to make up for it, and then he stayed with his own soldiers and slowly retreated.

Although his cultivation is good, in the face of this kind of monster who is as easy as taking the head of a general among the ten thousand armies, Chen Zhen still wants to save his life. But he can't escape, he is the general of the Mocking Wind Army, the backbone, and the terrifying white bone killing god in the Mocking Wind Country. If he escapes, the soul of the Mocking Wind Army will be gone, so I'm afraid there won't even be a chance to turn the tables around.

In fact, although he was holding on, Chen Zhen had already seen defeat. When the south gate of Huqin City was opened, when two thousand dragon elephant armies poured out of the city, and when more than ten warlocks from the Semi-Saint Realm climbed to the top of the city wall one by one and began to prepare to cast spells, Chen Zhen knew that he was afraid of losing.

But he still refused to admit defeat, so on the one hand, he wanted to attack with the whole army and fight against the water, and on the other hand, he sent an extra team of 1,000 people to fight the terrifying man in black. He has to fight to the death, and if he doesn't fight at this time, it may be him who will die.

Nine and a half waved the knife and stood down, and between the flashes of the knife in his hand, the seventh sky-shattering cannon was shortened into two. The black stuff that couldn't be seen flowed out of the barrel, and after a faint glance, Nine and a Half was still a little nostalgic. These are the things I used to make.

In his ears, the shouting of killing suddenly sounded, almost raising by ten decibels. When he looked up, he saw that not far in front of him a large number of infantry suddenly rushed over with swords. Jiuhan didn't feel that strange, after all, there were already patches of corpses behind him at this time. In order to destroy the sky-shattering cannon and reduce the pressure on the defenders of Huqin City, he didn't know how many people he had killed to get to this point. In fact, at this time, Jiuhan's right hand was constantly numb, and his wrist trembled slightly, as if he couldn't hold the knife.

But if you can't hold it, you have to hold it, on the battlefield, either you die or I die, and the nine and a half will never want to die. Killing one person is also killing, killing a hundred is also killing, all the same. Anyway, I've already been on the battlefield, and surviving is the most important thing. Didn't you say that those who steal money will be punished by those who steal the country? Killing one person is a criminal, and killing thousands of people for the sake of the world may lead to a bloody path.

Nine and a half, dressed in black, raised his left hand and held the handle of the knife firmly with his right hand, and then concentrated on the knife in front of him. At this moment, his mind seemed to be empty, and only this knife was left in his world. In a vast white world, only the black knife of Lu Wu Shenbing stood there, and then Jiu Ban raised his hand and waved his long knife violently from left to right, and then a white semicircular arc light appeared in front of him, and within a hundred meters in front of him was suddenly shrouded in this white sword light. The next moment, the sword light dissipated, and suddenly there were many more corpses on the ground with blank expressions.

The corpses were incomplete, disconnected from their waists, broken in two, and then fell backwards to the ground at the same time, completely separated. This knife is probably the real knife after the nine and a half obtained the Lu Wu Divine Soldier, and there is no big sound without shocking the world and not crying ghosts and gods, but when he put away the knife, he silently took away hundreds of fresh lives, and a vacant space suddenly opened up in front of him, a lifeless space.

Putting away the knife and holding it in his hand, Nine and a Half slowly walked forward. The effect of the knife just now was huge, and at this time, no one dared to step forward, and everyone was shocked by the knife of the ninth half, and looked at him as if they had seen a ghost. Some of them had muscles on their faces throbbing like cramps, some looked so panicked that they could only raise their knives but their bodies were shaking up and down, and some were already peeing their pants.

Nine and a half rushed forward with a knife in a bluff, and the crowd suddenly shrank back into a large area. As soon as he charged, the crowd shrank back a little, and after a few repetitions, they reached the approach of the eighth cannon. So the sword fell again, and the eighth cannon was also cut in half, and it was destroyed.

He destroyed the last of the bombardment cannons, and when he looked up at the enemy troops, his eyes suddenly lost interest. At this time, the soldiers of the Land of the Mocking Wind were no different from pieces of walking pork in his eyes, and all he had to do was slash the knife at the other person's body and put it to death, if he wanted to.

The comparison of too strong abilities creates not only a sense of disparity and satisfaction, but also boredom. I'm afraid that few people can move the invincible loneliness in the world, but at this time, the nine and a half really feel it.

How much he wished that one of these people would suddenly stand up, a peerless master or a sweeping monk, even if it was to stop him? Unfortunately, no.

The sound of sabers chopping flesh and the wails of people suddenly sounded in the crowd in front of them, and with the appearance of these voices, a general gradually came out of the crowd, he threw two heads on the ground, and then shouted loudly: "The general said that no one is allowed to take half a step back, and if he retreats, he will be punished as a deserter, and he will be punished by military law!"

But none of the soldiers beside him moved, no one retreated, and certainly no one advanced.

"Do you take my words as a deaf ear?" the general saw that no one had come forward, and he was furious. "Go, go!" he patted the soldiers on the head as he shoved them, but everyone was unmoved. They either looked at him blankly, or at Nine-and-a-Half blankly, but no one moved.

There was a "sting", and blood spurted out of a person's neck and hit the general's face. The general took the knife back from the neck of the man, and then pointed it into the eyes of the dead man and shouted: "If any of you retreat again, you will be dealt with by military law on the spot!"

So everyone was completely silent, and then they slowly retreated and withdrew from a small clearing, and suddenly emptied the general and faced the nine and a half alone.

In the clearing, the general stared at the actions of those soldiers, his eyes stunned.