"It's time for you to leave!" Tongxin Taoist reminded again.

Zhang Daoling showed a bitter smile on his face, he sighed, and looked at Tongxin Daoist with some envy.

That's right, it's time for him to go!

If it was just now, the two of them could still be said to be evenly matched, but now that the Tongxin Daoist has broken through to the fourth layer of the divine realm, he is no match at all, and there is only a dead end to stay here.

It's not that he's cowardly and scared, it's that he doesn't want to fight a meaningless battle, and he doesn't want to lose his life senselessly.

"We are defeated, can we withdraw from the battle?" He is speaking of us, representing the soldiers below.

The Tongxin Taoist looked at him and asked, "Can you call the shots?" ”

Zhang Daoling's expression froze.

He can't call the shots.

Although he is a powerhouse of the third layer of the Divine Realm, he is almost the same as worshipping in the army of the Giant Spirit Dynasty.

He was only a representative of the top martial arts, and he did not hold any rights, let alone the right to make the army of the Djinn Dynasty retreat.

Zhang Daoling looked down, wanting to find Song Ke's figure.

Having lost the balance of high-end force, they have lost the opportunity to win this battle.

This is something he didn't expect, and it was something that no one expected.

Because as far as they knew, there were no powerhouses of the fourth layer of the Divine Artistic Conception within the Heavenly Dome Alliance, so the powerhouses of their army did not arrange the powerhouses of the fourth layer of the Divine Realm.

Zhang Daoling wanted Song Ke to retreat, so that they could still preserve their strength.

It's a pity that he can't find Song Ke.

At this time, there was chaos on the battlefield, and Song Ke had already joined the battle.

Zhang Daoling let out a long sigh of some disappointment.

"This is the most helpless time for the old man!"

Tongxin Taoist looked at Zhang Daoling.

He understood what Zhang Daoling meant.

Zhang Daoling is not a wicked person, he just belongs to the Giant Spirit Dynasty and stands on the opposite side of Da Li.

"From the very beginning, you didn't have a chance to win!"

Tongxin Taoist said lightly.

The words fell, and the clouds shook again.

Thunderbolts fell from the thick clouds and slammed into the warships of the Djinn Dynasty.

He is very grateful to Zhang Daoling for the opportunity, although this is not the result of Zhang Daoling's willingness, but he is still very grateful.

So he was willing to give Zhang Daoling a chance to leave.

Of course, this opportunity only belongs to Zhang Daoling, as for others, there is no such opportunity.

Thunder falls, making the chaotic battlefield even noisier.

Countless soldiers looked up at the cloud-covered sky and looked at the figure in a gray robe.

It is impossible to end this war by relying on the Tongxin Dao people alone, after all, there are still seventy or eighty thousand enemy soldiers on the battlefield at this time, even if they stand there and let the Tongxin Dao people slaughter, it will take an hour or two.

But under the thunder, the morale of the enemy army instantly fell to the bottom.

In the face of the strong people in the Silent Realm, ordinary soldiers really don't have much courage to resist.

This is not a matter of lack of determination, but the power of the strong is simply something that ordinary soldiers can compete with.

Therefore, after seeing the actions of the Tongxin Daoist, the soldiers of the Giant Spirit Dynasty on the battlefield immediately lost their determination to fight to the death, and they did not need the order of the main general, and the low-level military attachés were ready to flee the battlefield.

Seeing this, Dali's soldiers suddenly burst out with excited shouts, and their morale instantly reached an unprecedented height.

Liu Zhen jumped and flew onto the mast of a warship.

He waved the battle flag, and blue veins burst from his forehead.

"Kill!"

A roar actually overwhelmed the thunder that shook in the sky.

"Kill!"

"Kill~~"

Countless soldiers let out bursts of ferocious roars.

This time, Liu Zhen did not participate in the battle again, but just stood on the mast and waved the battle flag vigorously.

At the same time, there were also people waving battle flags on other Dali warships.

But who is the most sad and angry person in my heart at this time?

Gu Mingzheng!

He was standing on the last ship of the Feiyun Battalion, covered in blood, and even his left arm had disappeared.

Unfortunately, the ship he was on was bombarded by psionic cannons.

But he was lucky, and although the cannon shattered his warship, he escaped.

And Shi Feiyun, who made him sad and angry, was finished, completely finished.

Of the 10,000 soldiers of the Feiyun Battalion, less than one-tenth is left so far.

And there were less than a hundred soldiers around him, and all of them were not lightly injured.

They had lost their combat effectiveness, and even Gu Mingzheng was at the end of his crossbow.

Gu Ming was holding high the battle flag of the Feiyun Battalion, looking at the battlefield with bloodshot eyes.

"Kill~"

"Kill these bastards for Lao Tzu!"

He let out a low roar, and his hoarse voice was so weak that no one could hear it in the noisy battlefield.

"My lord, we can't hold on!"

A soldier from the Feiyun Battalion came to Gu Mingzheng's side and said bitterly.

Gu Mingzheng trembled, and turned his head to look behind him with great effort.

I saw that countless enemy troops had rushed onto the ship he was on.

Although the nearly 100 wounded soldiers on the warship desperately resisted, they were still unable to stop them.

And around them, at some point, they have fallen into the encirclement of the enemy.

No, they are not only surrounded by the enemy, but also by their comrades.

With their warship as the center, they are surrounded by enemies, but beyond the enemy are countless soldiers of the Great Glass.

Wrapped in a circle, they became the most central point.

Gu Ming was holding the flagpole and struggled to stand up.

Unstoppable!

Although the comrades on the periphery are desperately trying to save them, it is too late.

The Feiyun Camp is going to be destroyed today!

Gu Mingzheng felt a burst of pathos in his heart.

He clenched the flagpole in his hand, the wide battle flag draped behind him.

Looking at the golden color on the battle flag, he suddenly remembered the excitement and pride when he received the battle flag.

Your Majesty!

Glory to the Great!

He jerked his head up and looked at the enemies who had boarded the ship, his eyes full of determination.

"Flaglight!"

"Your Excellency!"

Several soldiers with missing arms and legs screamed in grief.

"Flaglight!"

Gu Mingzheng roared again.

A flame of war was lit on the battle flag.

Gu Mingzheng raised the battle flag with one hand and waved it gently.

The flames grew louder and louder, engulfing all the battle flags in a matter of moments.

With his sword and spear in hand, he still held the flagpole of his feet, his eyes staring viciously at the enemy who was close at hand.

Until the battle banner was reduced to ashes, until the last wisp of his life was completely gone.

He didn't let the flagpole fall.

"Ah~~"

"Kill~~"

Roars of grief and indignation resounded across the battlefield.

From a distance, Liu Zhen watched this scene, his bloodshot eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

This is the first battle camp to be destroyed after the establishment of the four major water divisions of Dali, the first battle flag to be burned, and the first war camp to disappear completely.

The battle was coming to an end, but the Feiyun Battalion was still destroyed.

He was in great sorrow.

And on the warship that Gu Mingzheng was on, Song Ke looked at Gu Mingzheng's corpse covered in blood with a complicated expression.

"We're defeated!"

"Haha~~"

"Defeated!"

He was equally miserable, and his heart was cut like a knife.

The destruction of the Nanhai Navy Division was only a Feiyun battalion, and what he lost was an army of 100,000 under his command.

He stepped onto the high platform where Gu Mingzheng was.

Look around.

He could understand why Gu Mingzheng made such a choice, because the position he was in now was the position that Gu Mingzheng was in just now.

There is also a siege beyond the siege.

The innermost glazed soldiers died, and they replaced the dead glazed soldiers.

Zhang Daoling wanted to find Song Ke to withdraw his army, but Song Ke couldn't let the army retreat at this time.

This is the sea, not the land.

On land, they can run with long legs, but on the sea, they also need boats.

All the warships in front of him are basically entangled, especially since he, the main general, is still in the center of the warship, and he can't leave the battlefield at all.

Song Ke closed his eyes, and he put his hand on the flagpole in Gu Mingzheng's hand.

Listening to the noisy shouts and clashing sounds of soldiers around me, I felt the despair and regret from the depths of my heart.

"Guogong, we chose the wrong one!"

He whispered.

Zhang Jihai, the prince of Zhenling, thought that Dali was vulnerable, but in fact, Song Ke originally thought so.

Only now did he realize that Dali was not as weak as he imagined.

……

On the Sky Dome.

The Tongxin Daoist overlooked the battlefield below.

He saw the burning battle flag, but it was too late when he saw it, and the battle flag had already burned out.

In such a chaotic battlefield, he naturally couldn't detect everything.

If he could find out in advance, maybe he could save the battle flag and save Gu Mingzheng.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

As for the other powerhouses of the Silent Realm, they all had their own opponents, and when the Tongxin Dao people showed the strength of the fourth layer of the Divine Realm, they chased their respective opponents and flew into the distance.

The powerhouses of the Djinn Dynasty have no intention of fighting.

Looking at the flagpole that was still sparkling and the battle flag that had turned to ashes, the mood of the Tongxin Daoist couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

Zhang Daoling finally left.

Or rather, he fled.

The outcome of this battle cannot be changed, and there is no point in him staying here.

……

Although on the battlefield, the balance of victory had completely tilted in favor of Dali, but the battle still lasted for another two hours before it was completely over.

When the sun sank into the western coastline, the shouts of killing stopped.

Facing a messy sea, Liu Zhen stood at the bow of the boat tiredly.

Behind him, Gu Mingzheng's body was lying quietly on the deck.

The blazing light shone on his corpse, adding a fiery red to his pale face.

"It's finally over!"

Tongxin Daoist came behind Liu Zhen and said heavily.

Liu Zhen shook his head and said, "It's not over yet, our battle has just begun." ”

Tongxin Daoist was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Liu Zhen's resolute face.

"You're not in pain?"

"Pain!" Liu Zhen chuckled, "It's been painful, but it's not so painful now." ”

He glanced sideways at Gu Mingzheng's corpse, and said, "Maybe one day, I will lie here too!" ”

The Tongxin Taoist was silent.

He didn't quite understand Liu Zhen's mood.

It's like until now he hasn't been able to fully integrate into Dali.

It's not that he has a bad heart for Da Li, it's just that he has belonged to the Taoist concept in this life.

Although the entire Dao Mind Concept has now joined Da Li, he still can't see himself as a person who completely sees Da Li.

Therefore, he couldn't appreciate the glory and determination that belonged to Gu Mingzheng. (End of chapter)