Chapter 219: The point general swears

The point platform was erected high, and a figure stood quietly on it, without the slightest word, and the army of millions was surprisingly quiet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The sticky blood under his feet, emitting a pungent smell, and the still dripping and rolling head made a dull sound.

"If you don't obey the order, kill!" The cold voice accompanied his eyes that were full of eyes, which suddenly made everyone's hearts tremble tightly, and even some spies sent by others couldn't help but shrink their hearts.

Zhao Haochen's words were not big, but in that cold voice, it seemed that there were thousands of sharp swords hanging in his heart, which suddenly made people tremble.

"The emperor is unkind today, and Hugh blames me for being unjust!" Zhao Haochen's eyes were full of anger, as if he was about to burn up this firmament, "Ben Shuai swears here today, and the generals will follow me to kill Huajing City and take down Murong Xun's head!"

The voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, and at this moment they felt that their souls were trembling, they were the army of the imperial court, but at this moment, they wanted to rebel with Zhao Haochen, this ......

Many people were a little reluctant in their hearts, but after Zhao Haochen spoke, everyone only felt that they had to follow the marshal, expand the territory, and take down the head of the mediocre emperor.

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

Millions of soldiers and horses shouted together, the sky changed color, the sun and the moon were turned upside down, at this time, they were kings, brave and invincible, overlooking the world.

However, there are always discordant voices, and a general in armor glared at Zhao Haochen angrily, and stepped forward fearlessly to accuse Zhao Haochen.

"In vain, you are the marshal of the three armies, how can Your Majesty trust you, how can you rebel? Today, for the sake of Your Majesty and for the sake of my family and country, I will behead the people here and warn the three armies!" This general was full of righteous indignation, and his mouth was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality.

Zhao Haochen sneered, ignored him, but looked at the soldiers below, and asked lightly: "Is there anyone who wants to resist Ben Shuai, even if you stand up, Ben Shuai is absolutely benevolent and righteous, and will not kill anyone!"

The smile is tranquil, making people look like a spring breeze, but everyone feels like they are being stared at by a poisonous snake, Sen Sen's cold air from his feet to his head, the surrounding temperature seems to have dropped by more than ten degrees suddenly, and he shivered coldly, and then he hugged himself with both hands, trying to make himself look warmer.

Enduring this spiritual discomfort, one of the leaders looked around, and then nodded, and then more than a dozen generals took over, looking like they were not afraid of death.

The dozen or so people respectfully moved out of the way, and an old man, who looked to be in his fifties, dressed in heavy armor, walked out with steady steps, and walked out majestically, and every step he took was like a majestic mountain trembling.

"Marshal Zhao, you don't take the old man too seriously!"

This person is Murong Mingshan, the Marquis of Zhenguo.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Haochen's mouth, he knew that this old thing would come out sooner or later, he looked at Murong Mingshan lightly, and said: "Where is the old man, isn't this swearing, and at the same time, it will only be the old man, hoping that the old general will make plans early." A flash of anger flashed in Murong Mingshan's eyes, and he asked in a cold voice, "Is Marshal Zhao like this?"

"Marshal Zhao gathered a million troops and waved the army south, Your Majesty trusts you so much, the old man still admonishes the marshal, it is not too late to repent now!" Murong Mingshan's old voice could not hear the vicissitudes of twilight, all of which were replaced by the cold indifference in his voice, and there was only killing in his voice, even if Zhao Haochen woke up in time today, he would have to kill.

As if hearing what a funny joke, Zhao Haochen couldn't help but laugh out loud, indescribably rampant, his eyes were cold and cold, as if whoever his eyes stopped on would be destroyed in an instant.

"I will take Murong Xun to the throne and turn the tide, but what about Murong Xun?" his voice paused, and continued, "En will take revenge, frame me, and take the opportunity for me to disappear and wantonly slaughter my men." Those who died under his hands were not the men who shook it, those are my brothers, if this revenge is not avenged, how can the brothers who follow me turn a blind eye under the nine springs?"

"You say, how can they look at each other?" Zhao Haochen's voice exploded in Murong Mingshan's ears, his hair was slightly scattered, the two strands of hair between his temples flew in the cold wind, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty madness.

He walked towards the position of Murong Mingshan step by step, and strode away, each step revealing a firm and unshakable will.

As the Marquis of Zhenguo, Murong Mingshan is also a person who has seen the world, and he has taken the general's mobile phone among the thousands of troops, and his military achievements are great, but at this moment, he is a little flustered step by step towards the back, and retreats unconsciously.

"Brothers, brother's revenge, should it be avenged?" Zhao Haochen's eyes looked at the million army, although his voice was not as majestic, but it was even more exciting.

Brother, what is a brother?

Life and death are together, life is dependent, this is a brother.

But there is one word, I have never been afraid of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, this is a brother.

Brothers have enmity, how dare not revenge!

"Revenge, revenge, revenge!" The millions of troops shouted in unison, their blood boiling, just handsome, but they regarded us as brothers, and the revenge of brothers must be avenged.

The sound of the mountains roaring and the tsunami was deafening, which made a kind of general led by the Marquis of Zhenguo even more angry and ashamed.

"Okay!" Murong Mingshan shouted twice in a row, and the anger between his words was beyond words, "When I see the old man, I will take Your Majesty, eradicate the scourge, and return my Qingming rivers and mountains!"

As he spoke, Murong Mingzhu pulled out the sword on his waist and slashed at Zhao Haochen viciously.

"Idiot!" Zhao Haochen had a sneering look on his face, and sneered coldly, but he didn't care about the sword stabbed by Murong Mingshan, but instead said to the tens of millions of soldiers in the audience: "Then today, Ben Shuai will use these heads to sacrifice the flag, wishing us a victory!"

After speaking, in the frightened eyes of everyone, Zhao Haochen looked calm, but his lips opened slightly, and a word popped out of her mouth.

"Die!"

What popped up was not just a simple word, but also the unpredictable god of death.

The Grim Reaper brandished his scythe, and in an instant, more than a dozen people felt a heavy pressure descending on them.

The bones crackled and kept rattling, and they fell towards the ground, the whole face was facing down, the whole face was stuck to the cold ground, the bridge of the nose was broken under the pressure, the bones seemed to begin to break, endless pain was inflicted on the body, and the painful wail resounded throughout the four fields.