The Terran army, as a Confucian general entrusted with important tasks by the commander, Zeng Houyu, did not lose his cool at this time.

The Confucian general Zeng Houyu made a big move, and the pen of luck flew back into his hand.

Seeing that the reader Ma Wenbin is not capable of writing, Zeng Houyu can only catch ducks on the shelves, after all, he is also one of the candidates for writing in the emergency plan.

"Hahaha...... A military general...... Dare to write in front of me! ”

"Look how I slaughtered you!"

Shout!

The traitor Mu Rui pulled out the long sword from Ma Wenbin's chest, and the evil aura on his body surged, and an item in the shape of a war drum flew out of his chest, becoming larger in the wind.

"In this battle, the winner will not be the Terrans, hahaha......"

The traitor Mu Rui waved the long sword in his hand, the sword light flashed, and the war drum was directly split in half.

In the next second, in the entire Terran camp, a large force of powerful barbarians appeared.

"Kill them all!"

The traitor Mu Rui's extremely ruthless voice resounded throughout the battlefield, and the war that had been stopped at the last moment was set off again.

There were a large number of civil barbarians in the Terran camp, and it was a complete mess.

The battle began, Wushan's chest Chinese qi surged, the soul locks around him flew, the clouds and smoke under his feet ran in steps, with the adjutant general young man Tie Huai and the remaining few small flag officers, wandering in the military formation, and fighting with the Wen Qi barbarians.

Bang!

Wu Shan used the Thirteen Styles of Killing Fury, the spear was wrapped in Gang Qi, and a shot stabbed the Wenqi brute who wanted to split the young Tie Huai into two, and saved his little adjutant.

"Don't get too far away from me!"

"Hmm!"

The young man Tie Huai didn't have time to speak, and the sickle and gun in his hand cut horizontally, blocking the long knife of a literary barbarian slashing towards Wushan.

Wushan's backhand is a return pistol, killing a literate brute again.

There are countless similar battles.

The living Terran warriors and the literate brute soldiers summoned by the traitor Mu Rui fought together, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

And the traitor Mu Rui also took the opportunity to find the Confucian general Zeng Houyu, in order to prevent Zeng Houyu from writing articles and poems, the traitor Mu Rui tried his best, and countless sword lights wrapped around Zeng Houyu, not letting him free his hand.

The battle has come to a critical moment, but the first writer on the Terran side is sneak attacked, and the second writer is entangled.

The battlefield has always been like this, and it changes in an instant.

"Quack quack...... Don't bother to think about it, just the sacrificial style of these scholars is not enough to see, even if you are given the opportunity to write, you can't change the result of the total annihilation of the human army today. ”

The traitor Mu Rui pestered the Confucian general Zeng Houyu while hitting the latter with words.

Confucian general Zeng Houyu was anxious, he knew that the spirit of these scholars' sacrifices was not enough to inflict a heavy blow on the barbarian clone.

But if you don't do this, when the three generals are defeated and the barbarian saint clones are empty, all the soldiers here will be sacrificed.

In the unknown space, the iron chains crossed the heavens and the earth, and the coach Zhou Liming spat blood from his mouth, and his breath was sluggish.

In front of Zhou Liming, a flame like a candle flickered and flickered, and there was a possibility of extinguishing it at any time.

"Quack quack...... I, a mortal person, can pull the commander of an army and die in this different space, enough, enough! ”

"Zhou Liming, you don't know yet, if you pull me here, the barbarian saint clone of my clan will come immediately."

"At this time, the Terran army should be completely wiped out, hahaha......"

Zhou Liming stood in place, unable to move, he looked at the flame in front of him that was about to be extinguished, and was indifferent.

Syllable!

Da Saman set his body on fire, and the flames he brought with him disappeared like a lamp going out.

Zhou Liming slowly closed his eyes, and countless memories of the teenager's third watch and fifth watch chicken reading appeared in his mind.

"In this life...... No regrets in the human race! ”

The wasteland, the war continues.

Wushan is crazy!

Wushan is really crazy!

At this moment, Wu Shan held a gun in his right hand and deeply inserted it into the chest of a civil barbarian, and his anger surged, stirring it to pieces.

Wu Shan's right hand firmly pulled the soul lock silk, and the other end of the soul lock wire was wrapped around half of the young man's body.

The young man Tie Huai was split in half diagonally from the shoulder by a Wen Qi barbarian of the Fourth Realm of Qi and Blood, and Wushan, who saw this scene with his own eyes, was completely crazy.

The soul lock silk was withdrawn, and half of the young man's body was also pulled back by Wushan.

"Sister...... Sister ......"

The young man Tie Huai spat blood from his mouth, stared at Wushan with half of his body, and died.

Wushan burst open the blood beads condensed in his body, and the power of qi and blood and the power of Wen Qi in his whole body churned, and the whole person was furious.

Wushan, a sweeping army to avoid the surrounding Wenqi barbarians, holding half of the young man's iron arms, a few rabbits came to the middle of the scholars.

"Revenge...... Avenge...... Avenge...... Revenge ......"

Wu Shan kept chanting this sentence in his mouth, until the moment Wu Shan raised his head, Wu Shan's eyes had turned blood-red, his hair had also turned blood-red and burned like a flame, and the whole person was like Shura descending into the world.

"Come on!"

While roaring like a beast's roar, Wu Shan stood upside down with his spear beside him, stretched out his right hand, and invited the pen of luck.

In the distance, the pen of luck hanging in the air beside the Confucian general Zeng Houyu suddenly stopped, as if sensing the call of Wushan, and disappeared in place with a swish.

When it reappeared, the Stroke of Luck had already suspended in front of Wu Shan.

On the battlefield, the Confucian general Zeng Houyu and the traitor Mu Rui, as well as the group of scholars, all discovered this scene.

Everyone was stunned!

What a miracle is it that a cavalry lieutenant has summoned the pen of luck?

Seeing this, the Confucian general Zeng Houyu was not shocked and rejoiced, and his chest was full of Chinese qi, and four small flags flew out, trapping him and the traitor Mu Rui in it.

At the same time, the order of the Confucian general Zeng Houyu also spread throughout the battlefield.

"All soldiers obey the order and protect us scholars!"

In the chaotic battlefield, after receiving the order of the Confucian general Zeng Houyu, the living Terran soldiers gathered around the scholars, swearing to carry out the order to the death, and protect the Terran scholars with their lives.

The traitor Mu Rui's eyes flashed with cruelty, he didn't expect things to develop to this point, and he actually jumped out of the variable of Wushan.

The most important thing is that Wushan can summon the pen of luck in the past, which is simply incredible.

Under normal circumstances, only the big people who have something to do with the luck of the human race can summon and use the Stroke of Luck.

It's a pity that the traitor Mu Rui didn't know that Wushan had been related to the luck of the human race long ago.

The [Moon Mirror] condensed by Wushan is lying in the Terran Temple at this time, enjoying the baptism of the Terran luck, how can Wushan have nothing to do with the luck of the Terran Race.

What other people think, Wushan doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know.

At this moment, Wu Shan has only one thought in his heart, revenge!

Avenge your old lieutenant Wei Crossbow!

Avenge your new lieutenant boy, Tie Huai!

Avenge the little flag officer who has all died in battle!

Avenge the brothers who died in the thousand-man battalion!

Avenge the sacrifice of your fellow Terrans!

Wu Shan's heart moved, the pen of luck was held in his hand, just three breaths, Wu Shan was full of energy, and a poem appeared on the battlefield.

"The wilderness is stormy, and the flowers are not blooming. The moon is dark and foggy, and the blood is flowing all over the sky. The dream of Qinghe Academy, the love of the northern region of the Great Wall. Ask you how you are, a sword intent. ”