"How...... What's going on? ”

The cavalry of Simeng looked in horror at the incomprehensible sight in front of them, and the Dosbo Behemoth, as well as the instructors of West Asia, all rose from the ground as if they had been resurrected, and re-grasped the swords in their hands.

"Hex, slash again!"

In the end, it was a hundred cavalry generals, much more decisive than ordinary soldiers, Under his call, all the cavalry woke up like a dream, and once again picked up their swords and slashed at the West Asian soldiers who stood up again.

At the beginning, it was a one-sided chopping melon and chopping vegetables.

But they were killing and killing, and suddenly found that the West Asian Sect soldiers, who had been shattered behind them, stood up again, even if half of their heads were gone, and even the heads on their necks had flown off their shoulders, they still stood up again like ghosts.

And their speed and agility are better and better every time.

"Cut off the legs and feet!"

In the face of the strange soldiers who fell and stood up again and again, Simeng's cavalry soon found that the best way was to make the opponent unable to stand.

But they could not cut their legs and feet on their horses, and the horsemen rode forward halfway, and then leaped off their horses, stepped into the snow nearly calf-high, and hurried forward, aiming at their legs or feet, or slashing at their waists.

……

However, the scene in mid-air was completely different.

Unlike the West Asian instructors on the ground who still needed to "warm up and speed up", Wu Yue soon discovered that the few white-robed knights who were killed by himself were like living people at all, and even if they were holding broken swords in their hands, they rushed again and again as if they were not dying.

"Half-dead thing!"

Wu Yue's face was ugly, in his own department, he had long been accustomed to being a savior in the eyes of the people and subordinates, they respected and loved themselves, this has long been a matter of course for him.

But right now, these West Asian witchcrafts have made themselves so ugly?

They ought to have honored me as God!

"Get out!"

The steel mace swept wide open and closed, straight into the face of a white-robed knight in front of him, and the head was hammered open from the shoulder along with the deflated helmet, and the skin and flesh under the silver armor could not pull this huge force, and it was torn apart, raising a blood mist in the sky.

Before the posture of the knight in front of him could return to normal, Wu Yue burst out, his double mace wrapped around the electric light, and wanted to completely tear the monster in front of him alive.

It's fast.

The speed of thunder has always been a strong opponent that Wu Yue is proud of.

After a while, he was able to beat the monster in front of him to the ground, and there was no way to survive.

"Lord Gongsun, you see this is ......"

In the city, Tan Taiming looked at all parts of the battlefield with an extremely serious face.

On the cliff, there were already instructors charging, and when they met with the Simeng army, they all died like dog skin plasters and got up.

The last time Taiming saw this kind of thing coming back from the dead, it was Gongsun Changzheng's medicine cocoon.

"The medicine cocoon is a medicine element, besides, the old man only has one medicine cocoon, if the teaching soldiers all over the mountains are all medicine cocoons and other tricks, West Asia doesn't have to come to fight Simeng, just send troops to Taka."

Gongsun Chang's face was a little excited.

He had never seen anything like this, and things he had never seen before were naturally natural and willing for him.

There was a flash of lightning in the air, and a figure fell from top to bottom, smashing into the snow.

Tan Taiming raised his eyes slightly, and was about to see if Wu Yue was ready to kill the remaining few white-robed knights, when suddenly his movements paused, and his eyes gradually became cold.

It wasn't Wu Yue who stopped in mid-air.

It was a man with a pale complexion like a wax figure, with long slightly curly black hair blowing in the north wind, and in his hand he was holding a soft braid with a shimmering metallic luster, on which there were electric flashes alternately, just like Wu Yue's steel wedge.

The man looked at Wu Yue who fell to the ground, motionless for a long time, and when he looked up again, his expression was even slightly sad.

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"Zombies? Resident Evil? What the hell! ”

Han Dongwen closed the forum, threw the Xuanji plate to the table, and pulled his hair irritably.

Xiao Hongdou looked at His Highness timidly, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Your Highness, you have only had lunch recently, don't be hungry......

Han Dongwen shook his head, stood up and paced behind his back: "It's okay, I'...... I have something to think about now. ”

Wu Yue is dead, this matter is not small, but it is not big.

In the face of the attack in West Asia, if one lieutenant can't handle it, then go to three lieutenants, and if you can't do it, just let Taifu personally go out, this is not a problem that needs to be considered by yourself, there is no need for the general not to be anxious The emperor is in a hurry.

The question is, on what basis should West Asia attack?

Judging from the videos that can be seen on the forum, the attack of West Asia is not a great victory, and the opponent's battle losses are quite exaggerated.

Those strange soldiers who died like zombies seemed to be able to only maintain their activities for a while, but they were invulnerable, and after the Tai Ming confirmed that Wu Yue had been killed in battle, the Si Meng army decisively retreated and held the city.

After about three hours of high-intensity attack and defense, those living dead also broke their hands and feet and couldn't move, which made Simeng barely breathe a sigh of relief.

But there are new soldiers on the offensive, and there is a non-stop rain of arrows, and the herds of beasts that are coming again.

The Knights of the Western Church did not set up camp, they were planning to die in front of the city gates!

Why?

"Tilda isn't in Aquila again, isn't Jusapé crazy?"

The pale-faced man was recognized by Han Dongwen at a glance, this was an old acquaintance of the West Asian Knights.

The diligent knight Jusapé, among the players in the former West Asian camp, he is more famous by the nickname -

"Fucking hard knights, you can make a mess!"

Han Dongwen frowned, for this NPC of the friendly camp in the past, he really didn't remember seeing the other party make a move, and he couldn't come out in a P1P2P3 like he did in the face of Aodu.

Could it be true that he could take Aquila City down?

Absolutely not, it's one thing to help the Grand Duke fight the rebels, and it's another thing to be beaten into the house.

If Aquila City was defeated, then Simeng would undoubtedly be kicked into the mud pit of war - although sooner or later it would be chaotic, but at the very least, Han Dongwen still hoped to give himself a little time to deal with the matter of descending objects.

He wants to live, if Si Meng steps on the original script and suffers the enemy on his back and finally dies in the country, how can he live?

The small people can live, but the king of the dead country must die.

"Is Simeng really going to war?"

Little Red Bean got closer: "No...... Didn't you say that it was for the sake of West Asia to quell the rebellion, why did you still ......"

She didn't finish her question, to be honest, Xiao Hongdou didn't know what was going on at the border now, and the decisions of these big people just made the palace maids panic in private and worry about their hometown.

But His Highness's hard work in the past few days is simply more than the first few months added together, and the little red beans can be seen.

"No...... Try not to. ”

Han Dongwen sighed, trying not to sound too tired in his voice.

He knew only by impression that he could carry out such a scheme of "peacekeeping and rebellion", but it was only when he actually applied it that he realized that the capital that could go out and meddle in peacekeeping was probably that he had to be really strong first.

He was silent for a moment, then straightened his back again:

"The National Finance Division should be ready, let's change clothes."

Regardless of whether Wu Yue's death in battle was whether or not Tan Tai Ming deliberately did not help, Han Dongwen did not want to simply agree to Tan Tai Fu to withdraw Si Yang's military captain.

His final decision was to ask the National Finance Department to transfer Liu Cheng to the border pass, so that he would not favor either side of the Military and Justice Division.

Dispatch Liu Cheng, "thaw" Tilda, and mediate the evacuation of the mission - the National Finance Division suddenly jumped to the direction that Han Dongwen was most concerned about.

He was vaguely worried that there was the hands and feet of the head secretary Manjushri in this, but in any case, it was better than sitting still.

Xiao Hongdou stepped forward and took off Han Dongwen's robe draped over his shoulders, and changed his coat and cloak for him to go out.

Han Dongwen unconsciously touched the silver arm on his left arm - he didn't know how to use this thing yet, and Huang Zigao was also out of news for the time being.

But since Gao needs to live on his own, this thing should always be of some use.

"You don't have to dress up to go out of the palace after all, it's rare, what do you think, is it cold, or is it too thick?"

Xiao Hongdou put away the clothes that Han Dongwen had changed, and looked at His Royal Highness in front of him, who was wearing a winter coat for going out and a gold-patterned robe on a white background, and felt a little novel.

"Exactly."

Han Dongwen looked down and showed a hint of a smile.

Outside the door, Li Zai and the carriage and horses were already waiting.

On the ground, there was already hoarfrost with light snow.

"Let's go, Dingfa Pavilion."

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