"Hey, just blow it, Little Gray Ash is also a god-level commander himself, and he will be bluffed by you." The monk is also an old sparrow in Dongting Lake, of course he will not easily believe Lei Hao's words: "Three years ago, in the forty-third area of the Divine War, you said that he would definitely not be able to see through the virtual and real formation, but he was washed away by the small gray ashes, lost twenty-seven cities in one night, and was embarrassed on the forum for half a month ....... ”

Alas, there is a guy who knows the root of the matter around him, but he is not happy, very unhappy. Lei Hao returned to Handan with a dark face, and decided not to see the battle situation in Kunshan again. The so-called blowing a pool of spring water, what about the bottom of the matter?

Handan's Zhao army successfully inflicted a heavy blow on the Qi army after a preemptive output just now, and now the ratio of troops in the city has become 470,000 for Qi and 320,000 for Zhao, and Qi is slightly ahead. However, considering the impact of the city defense and the survival of the city guards, it can be said that now the Zhao State has begun to occupy a certain advantage.

The chaotic flowers that Lotus Dongyuexiu sprinkled into the city did bring a certain degree of chaos, and it attracted the attention of many of the main forces of Zhao State because they rushed too forward. And these squads are dozens or hundreds of people, if you can induce the other party to attack, it is equivalent to wasting the opponent's one shot, which is really worth it.

However, Lei Hao had already prepared for this, and arranged sixty teams of thousand-man cavalry, and it was set up for these random flowers. The specific reflection on the battlefield is that the thousand-man team in a group of 20 teams viciously pounced on these random flowers, like a tornado passing by, falling into a colorful situation.

Although the scene is still chaotic, although the Qi army still has an advantage in troops, in the eyes of people with a little strategic mind, the victory and defeat in the field are already clear at a glance. And Handan is too far away from Jimo and Linzi in the rear of Qi Guoda, and under the anti-addiction mechanism, it is unthinkable to send troops to rescue from a long distance, so Lei Hao can finally take a long breath.

Alas, I won again, life is really lonely like snow.

It's a pity that Si Ming was already asleep, and he couldn't see the man's demeanor of looking forward to himself, and the only one in the small building who remained awake was the monk who was typing.

Lei Hao leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How is it?" ”

The monk immediately blocked the screen with his fingers: "Brother Lei, you can't let you read the content in the legion group, the rules of the rivers and lakes, you know." ”

"Damn, what are you telling me about the rules of the rivers and lakes now, why don't you say the rules when I let me help you chase Qingqing?"

"Tap, tap, don't wake them up. Brother Lei, this is one thing and the same, I can also say that I am the high-level of the Chu State now, and it can't be said that people are eating inside and out, right? ”

Lei Hao ignored him, and sat down in his seat again, when he heard the monk say faintly: "The little gray ash has exerted its strength, and the overwhelming ash is really in ashes." ”

Lei Hao quickly cut into the battlefield of Kushan and saw that the advance death squad of the Qin State had all been killed, but the follow-up troops had already entered, and the number of troops on the field was 25,000 for the Qin State and 1.1 million for the Wei State. After watching it for more than ten minutes, the troops entering the Qin State were all fifty-one teams of small ashes, so the twenty-five thousand troops were not five hundred? According to the current normal level of recruitment, so many teams need to mobilize one or two hundred people to send ashes, Qin Guo is really generous.

Five hundred teams of ashes are too extravagant and wasteful in Lei Hao's opinion, but in small gray ashes, it is a small scene. This is also the mountains and rivers that limit the play of the little gray gray, in the past in other games, the little gray gray used to log in thousands of numbers on a computer, and a single person sent out tens of thousands of ashes.

Tens of thousands of ashes took one action each time, and a round was extended to five or six hours, which really made the people participating in the war cry bitterly and scolded their mothers for a long time. In the end, angry players made a fuss on the forum, forcing the game company to modify the settings to limit the round time to three hours, and the part beyond three hours was calculated by the background server in an instant, and jumped directly to the next round. The players finally stopped making trouble, and Little Gray became famous for forcing the game company to change the settings.

However, Shanhe is one machine and one number, which can be said to have tied the hands and feet of Little Gray Gray, so that he could not give full play to his greatest advantages. Lei Hao pursed his lips, there were only five hundred teams at a time, which was too pediatric, and he could be wiped out with a casual stroke.

Without tens of thousands of gray ashes, the little gray ash is unhealthy, it is soulless, if Zhao Guo can persevere, maybe he can find the little gray ash to avenge the revenge of an arrow not long ago, hum.

However, staring at these little gray teams to move one by one, this is not Lei Hao's style, and the battle of Kunshan has little to do with him in the final analysis. He yawned, explained to the monk and turned off the phone and went to sleep.

The monk's eyes were still staring at the screen, and he only responded casually, and his focused expression made Lei Hao seem to see himself who had been urged to sleep by Si Mingming for countless nights.

Although the body is asleep, the spirit is still excited, and I can't sleep after tossing and turning. One will think about Handan, the other will think about Kunshan, and the idea of wanting to get up and take a look has been constantly hitting my mind.

Alas, the sleep has been irregular in the past two days, and the biological clock is chaotic, but fortunately, there is still the legendary Dafa of counting sheep.

One sheep, two sheep, counting, Lei Hao's eyes gradually became heavy, and auditory hallucinations began to appear in his ears, as if he heard many sheep running around him.

No, not auditory hallucinations, he shook his head, and the footsteps grew more chaotic and clearer.

Lei Hao's cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and the ghost door of the lonely village opened at night, this can't be what those villagers said, the ancestors who came back to enjoy the sacrifices, right? He hurriedly reviewed that Wei Qingqing and Si Ming were still asleep, the monk was still addicted to the game and couldn't extricate himself, but Xu Zhenyang's eyes were shining like night stars.