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With more than 5,000 elite soldiers of the Shenxiao Chinese Army, he besieged 500 enemy cavalry before he completed the total annihilation, although he won, it was still a tragic victory.

Strategies such as encircling three queyi had no effect on Zuo Zhengci and others, and they were all fighting in the sky, just begging for death.

But Long Aotian still needs to boost his morale.

"Our army has won a great victory, the enemy moths are fighting the fire, the elite is exhausted, and destruction is waiting for us!"

The young Shenxiao Dao Lord stood up, his whole body exuded a brilliant golden brilliance, and the fairy mist flickered like glass, as if the gods had descended into the world, majestic and majestic.

"My Shenxiao soldiers are so heroic, naturally they are invincible, even if the Heavenly Devil God comes, what can I do!"

As Long Aotian clapped his palms and laughed, the bloodstained soldiers also shouted one after another, and the cheers went straight to the sky.

The news that Li Xun had captured the two cities of Marone and Eagle Tsu in front of him, and that he had killed the elders of the Divine Hall, Zhuo Shengzhong and Jiang Yun, had been sent to the Long Aotian Formation, and the blood stains of the two of them had not dried, their eyes were wide open, and they were full of life.

With a small number of Sanhe sharp soldiers and few casualties, Li Xun quickly captured two strong fortresses and opened the entrance to Songshan Road. This kind of ability to attack tough problems made Long Aotian appreciate, but he was a little worried.

Such an excellent talent, but he has been estranged from his cousin.

As Li Xun gets older, his appetite and ambition will only grow day by day.

After destroying the Divine Hall, can he still control this increasingly robust Xiangyang young fox?

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"The two cities of Marone and Washizu have fallen, General Zuo Zhengci and the two elders Jiang Yun and Zhuo Shengzhong have all been killed, and the Songshan Road has been opened. The vanguard of the enemy army took care of the Chao Department and rushed back to Dengfeng City, and it has been storming for several days!"

The main hall of the god hall rushed into the conference hall in a panic.

Lin Xiuzhen and others were shocked.

As a result, Wu Feng's plan to hold on to the danger has basically gone bankrupt.

If the enemy is allowed to attack the city of Mengjin, then Sanchuan County will also fall into the hands of the enemy, and how many wealthy families should surrender to Shenxiao Dao? At that time, who can guarantee that under the shaking of people's hearts, there will be no traitors to put the enemy into the city?

"It's a pity ......"

Lin Xiuzhen exchanged words with his friend Zhuo Xinsheng, lamenting the needless sacrifice of several deceased people.

Zhuo Xinsheng is the cousin of Elder Zhuo Shengzhong, who died in the battle of Marone Castle, and has served as Lin Xiuzhen's lieutenant for many years. In the Battle of Inashengyuan, he chose to support Wu Feng, but after the war, he was still arranged to partner with Lin Xiuzhen.

Zhuo Xinsheng, who has always been calm, was silent, and began to consider whether it was a mistake to choose to support Wu Feng and kill Su Can.

But when he saw Wu Feng hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He hung a sword at his waist, standing high, his clothes were windless, his laughter was like a thunderbolt, and there was an indescribable madness.

Lin Xiuzhen, Zhuo Xinsheng and others couldn't help but be stunned.

At this point, can this guy still laugh?

"It seems that this hall master's cleverness in the past was just a small trick. Lin Xiuzhen sent a message to Zhuo Xinsheng: "When the enemy is pressing, he can only become a madman who is at a loss. ”

But I saw Wu Feng clapping his hands and saying loudly: "The time has come, just in time to set off to attack the enemy army and cut off the head of the dragon Aotian rat!"

Hearing this, Lin Xiuzhen and the others couldn't help but be stunned.

"His Royal Highness, Hall Master!" another elder spoke: "Although there are all elite soldiers in the city now, there are only more than 2,000 soldiers, and it is too late to gather soldiers and horses now......

"Such a force, when used to attack the enemy, is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. What's more, we didn't take advantage of General Zuo Zhengci's surprise attack on the enemy army to carry out a follow-up attack, and now that General Zuo and the five hundred elite cavalry were all killed, the enemy's morale was high after the victory, so what good would it do to attack again?"

Wu Feng saw that this person turned out to be one of Su Can's henchmen back then.

He couldn't help but sigh again at Su Can's hard work back then.

Indeed, only one of the two of them could remain.

Su Can has been turned into loess for many years, and these people are still embarrassed by themselves. If Su Can is still alive now, how much trouble will they cause themselves?

There is no truth to that. Victory or defeat depends on morale and tactics, and how many soldiers there are?"

Wu Feng's eyes were like lightning, and his words were sonorous and powerful: "Everyone, listen! The enemy has been attacking for a long time, transporting grain for thousands of miles, and fighting hard through Marugen and Washitsu, and it is already the end of the strong crossbow. There is no reason for our army to be invincible if it waits for work! There is no need to cut off the enemy's head, and we will pursue and kill the enemy when he retreats. Let's go!"

There is some truth to this.

The death of the Left Political Division was precisely to consume the enemy's fighting spirit and physical strength.

However, the battle between Marone and Washizu Castle was not carried out by the Long Aotian headquarters, but by the Gu Xi Dynasty. The elite troops of Shenxiao's own formation still retain strong combat power.

But Wu Feng is now imposing, and as soon as he speaks, he has a god-like majesty, which naturally convinces the ministers.

No one dared to disobey.

The wide school field behind Mengjin City was already full of sharp soldiers from the Divine Hall in an instant.

The troops left in the city are undoubtedly the most elite combat power of the Divine Hall, although there are only more than 2,000 people, but all of them are well-armed and full of energy.

Wu Feng showed an approving gaze, looked at the soldiers in the audience, and nodded.

With a bang, he pulled out his long sword, cut off the head of a good horse, and swore an oath to punish the horse.

"Brothers, are you afraid of the enemy now that it is stronger than it has been in a hundred years?"

Holding a bloodstained long sword in his hand, Wu Feng asked in a voice!

Someone's eyes flashed, but everyone shouted, "Nothing!"

"Everyone, listen to me. Wu Feng's voice was like a bell.

For more than ten years, we have been steadfast and persistent, meeting the enemy, and we have not slept a night. It's not that we don't want to sleep, it's that Shenxiao won't let us sleep, it's Tianzi Peak that won't let us sleep, and it's the Quanzhen Sect that won't let us sleep. The world is so big that we can't find a place for our gods to sleep!"

"I, Wu Feng, am from Mengjin, Sanchuan County. Our hometown is ten thousand feet high, the earth is nine heavy, and the ears of wheat are thick enough to stand on people, and where we were born and raised, and where we are haunted by dreams, how can we let the thieves of the gods and horses invade and trample on them? Brothers, set off with bright swords against the invading enemy!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the audience became excited.

All the sergeants raised their weapons one by one and shouted: "I am willing to die for the hall master and defend my shrine!"

Wu Feng looked up to the sky and laughed, jumped up, waved his sword and danced wildly, blood splashed all over the sky, dyeing his robe red.

"Fifty years of life is like a dream. In the world, there is no one who is immortal!" He was uninhibited and uninhibited, and sang heroically: "What is the sorrow of life, and what is the fear of death." Everyone, throw it with me, fight on the battlefield, and cut off the head of the Shenxiao Thief Chief!

After the earth-shattering cheers, the two thousand Divine Hall soldiers led by Wu Feng disappeared into the long mountain forest silently.

The soldiers are noble but not expensive, and the soldiers are few, so they are all elite, but they can exert the strongest mobility, although they are foot soldiers, but the march is not inferior to the galloping horse, and they can gallop in the mountains, forests and hills.

The battle that will decide the life and death of the temple is about to begin!