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Putting away his thoughts, Luo Ling slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, pointed at the earth, his expression was indifferent, he didn't speak, but the meaning was obvious, that is: Come on! War!

Whatever happened before, the most important thing is now.

And you don't have to think about this war to know that the Luo army will win!

The Luo army has more than 100,000 people, and the royal guards plus cavalry, guards and other forces are less than 50,000 people, and the Luo army has Lizhou City as a cover, and a wave of arrows will rain down, and more than half of Ji Jiangshen's people will be killed and wounded.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and there is no comparison at all.

I thought there would be a bloody battle, but no one expected that the person who won in the end was not Luo Ling's southwest army, this battle was not a battle at all, and Ji Jiangshen's people almost subdued the Luo army without blood.

Luo Ling fell from the horse, and the deputy general next to him struggled to crawl over to help Luo Ling, but the limbs of the body had no strength, Luo Ling smashed heavily on the deputy general's body, and directly knocked the deputy general unconscious.

Luo Ling's lips were pursed, his face was pale, he struggled to get up, stretched out his hand and clenched the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sword was against the ground, supporting his body in a half-kneeling and half-squatting posture and staying there in embarrassment, beside him was the unconscious Southwest Army.

The originally mighty and mighty army became vulnerable, and one by one fell to the ground, and at a glance, not a single one was awake.

The horses neighed and ran everywhere, losing order, and the horses' hooves trampled on the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and the blood splattered and miserable, and some of them were trampled to death......

Luo Ling suddenly looked up at the group of people outside who seemed to be powerless, and the group of people all exuded a hazy light, red or yellow, colorful and beautiful.

It's just that no one is in the mood to appreciate this beauty at this time, and there is nothing but shock and fear in their hearts. I'm afraid no one believes it, it was the group of soldiers standing at the gate of the city who won the war for Ji Jiangshen without blood, avoiding countless casualties.

Luo Ling's hand holding the hilt of the sword was slowly clenched, his knuckles were white, and the green tendons on his forehead were bursting out, he had worked hard for more than ten years, and he was about to achieve the goal in his heart, but he gave him a fatal blow when it was within reach!

Wrath! The anger in his heart burned like a flame, burning and trembling, he was not afraid, he was not afraid, he trembled only because he was angry! The anger could not find an outlet, and it burst in the chest, and there was a fishy sweetness in the throat!

"Poof!" A mouthful of hot blood spurted out of Luo Ling's mouth.

It doesn't matter if he loses, he is angry that the other party let him lose without any effort, and he lost so much...... In a dilemma!

"Despicable!" Luo Ling rudely wiped away the remaining blood from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Ji Jiangshen, who was standing in the distance and silently watching all this, looked a little gloomy and uncertain, half a month ago, that group of people suddenly appeared in his dormitory, saying that they had inherited the grace of others to help him defend the city, you know, at that time, Lizhou City was already a boat in the water, and it could not withstand a little wind and waves, and no one could save the defeat.

But looking at the sudden appearance of a group of people who were dressed in dirty clothes, he didn't scoff at it, he was able to evade the layers of protection of the palace, and appeared directly in his dormitory without alarming anyone, which shows the strength of the other party.

So、After learning about the other party's intentions and its strength,A plan hatched in his mind。

First, press the soldiers, and then repair the plank road, secretly cross the Chen Cang, and invite you to enter the urn. Finally, catch the turtle in the urn.

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