The Human Emperor

Chapter 847

"good chance!"

Feel the sudden weakening of Umar's breath, Li Yiye and Huang Botian gaze brightly, the two joined forces to launch an attack, and almost at the same time, the horseshoes rushed, heavy and thunderous, whistling from all directions. Hey, five thousand black-scarred iron rides are like violent storms, and they are constantly hitting the helium in the outer direction of Umar from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the breath of Umar was consumed at an alarming rate and quickly weakened to an incredible level.

Ten waves and ten decisions!

When the five thousand black-scarred iron horses used this set of world-famous legends, one of the ten strongest arrays of law was used on one person, even if it was the famous big food star of Umar, there was no fortune.

"Do not!"

Omer, who is known for his iron-hearted heart and strong will, is pale and has a strong fear in his heart. His martial arts are fierce and majestic, enough to withstand the joint attack of Li Yiye and Huang Botian, but when thousands of black-striped iron rides come together, even Umar is not an opponent. In his lifetime campaign, it was the first time that he encountered such a group of iron-clad cluster attackers.

Even if a person is strong enough, it is impossible to deal with thousands of opponents at the same time. At this moment, he finally feels the taste of death. He wanted to run away, but the stone generals controlled by Huang Botian completely controlled the surrounding rocky terrain. A piece of rock protruded from the ground, completely blocking him from going, and the attack of five thousand black and iron traps was more thorough. Sealed his retreat.

"what!--"

At the last moment, Umar had only had the strength to rise up, and raised the big knife scimitar in his hand, and withstood the attack from the top of his head. However, the bang, the violent turmoil, the sharp sword of a person and the height of the roar, the sword cut open the dark clouds, cut the sun and the moon, cut off the deep black and dark suffocation of Umar, also At the same time, he cut off the famous food knife in his hands and accompanied him to fight for half a lifetime.

Hope, the last long scorpion comes from the big food **** that Umar has crossed. This physique is so strong that the gods who are famous for eating together with Omer are smashed into two by Uzi Steel’s sword in the hands of Li Yuye. The blood burst into the ground.

"It’s an enemy with Datang, so hey!"

Li Yiye provoked the body of Umar, and raised it high. At that moment, he was full of breath, like a tidal wave, like a burning flame. Half of the battlefield eyes were gathered on him. At that moment, Li Yiye, The stalwart is like the **** of heaven.

"boom!"

Although I can't understand what Li Weiye said, the death of Umar is a devastating blow to the big food corps in the eastern battlefield.

"The general is killed!"

"General Omer was killed by the Tang people!"

"Everyone flies!"

......

All the big eateres are scrambling, panic, and the rescuing army is like a flood that hits the rear of the army camp. This scene suddenly came as a result. The food corps that had almost been adjusted and had prepared for the offense was shocked by this wave.

"kill!"

"If you commit a strong man, you will be far away!!"

"If you commit a strong man, you will be far away!!"

"For the Datang!-"

......

A burst of roaring sounded through the battlefield, and 100,000 West Anhui troops were red-eyed, as if the tiger had gone down the mountain, killing the tail of the big food army. At this point, there is no need for any tactics. In the face of the big eater who has been defeated by the whole line, everyone is just like a huge wave.

The black-scarred iron-clad, the squadron, the king of Gunk, the army of large and small, the army of Annan, the army of the west, and the army of the west... all turned into a general devastating torrent, constantly facing the 300,000 eater Rushing past. Although the number of large eateries is much larger than that of Datang, although the army of the big foods in the back is still trying to resist and trying to fight forward, no one can stop this trend in the face of the army that has been defeated.

"grown ups!"

"Look there!"

"The big eater was actually repulsed!"

"How can this be!"

Far away, on the city of Ross, a gaze looked at the thousands of retreating figures under the city, his face full of shock. They have long noticed the arrival of the reinforcements in the distance, but the mad attack of the big eater has made them have no time to take care of them, and no one has understood more than the Anxi Guards in the two-month battle. This is the big food empire. How powerful the army is.

It is a much stronger army than any other army. It is only 100,000 reinforcements, and there are still a large number of mercenaries in it. They want to beat more than 300,000 fierce and awkward big food soldiers. It is equivalent to the Arabian Nights. However, no one thought that the last new reinforcements not only won, but also overwhelmingly overwhelmed the army of big food.

On the top of the tower, there was a dead silence. It was originally followed by the ladder. The big eater who continued to kill retreated like a tide. Everyone looked at the reinforcements who fought fiercely with the big eater in the distance. The screaming and killing sound gave everyone unprecedented shock and shock, and gave everyone unprecedented hope!

"The order is passed, the city gate is opened, and the army is guarded by the Daisy.

At this time, a sound that sounded a bit tired, but still majestic and loud, sounded in everyone's ears. Gao Xianzhi’s hands and swords stand on the tower, just like a mountain, and they don’t move. His armor was broken and bloody, and every place was a deep sword scar. The repeated battles consumed a lot of his suffocation and physical strength, but Gao Xianzhi was calm, and the tall and straight figure was there. It seems as if it will never fall.

"Yes! Adult!"

A messenger next to Gao Xianzhi was full of excitement and quickly went to death. After a while, the bang, with a loud noise, the city of the city of Ross has been severely distorted and the gates of the city have been severely opened. A famous Anxi Guardian shouted and rushed out of the city.

The 300,000-dollar army had already collapsed under the attack of the Western Fujian reinforcements. In addition, the Anxidu garrison, which suddenly broke out from the city, became more and more chaotic. Thousands of diners rushed to escape. .

"I don't think... he really will come!"

When there was no more person on the wall, Gao Xianzhi took a long breath and looked a lot easier. The body of the tall and stalwart also showed a deep exhaustion.

......

Outside the city of Ross, the big eater is defeated!

"Bastard! Stop! Kill them!"

"Don't run away! Kill it back!"

"The impact of the military, die!"

......

A rear-aged food lord screamed in anger and tried to stop the defeat of the army. However, just a blink of an eye, even their own, are wrapped in this turbulent flow, dragging back.

"withdraw!--"

The general trend has gone. Faced with more than 100,000 wolves like tigers and madly chasing the Datang/Army, the big eater finally issued a retreat order. The 300,000-strong army left the dead body and retreated westward like a tide.

"Hou Ye! We won!"

Behind the army, Xu Keyi turned his head and looked at Wang Chong's face and respected him.

"It is a victory, but it has not been completely won!"

Wang Chong faintly, throwing a skeptical Xu Keyi, riding a white hoof and slowly moving forward. On the battlefield, Jin Tiesheng, shouting and killing, Ma Mingsheng, screaming, and the tremor of the bowstring, sounded aloud. Only Wang Chong’s face was calm, like a walk in the air, crossing the bodies of countless eateries, passing through a ruined ruin, and slowly moving forward in the army.

Behind him, a famous soldier closely followed, where Wang Chong went, where is the center of the war, just like the fallen day, the light is shining, people can never ignore his existence.

The big eater retreats, and the madness of the tides rushes backwards. This war-torn eater has suffered heavy losses. Even now, they probably didn’t think they would lose, or even damage the big food. Such a top star. But for Wang Chong, everything is in his expectation.

From the beginning to the present, whether it is to avoid the big hunters in the sky, to kill them wandering in the periphery, ventilating the scouts, or finally seize the opportunity to defeat the 70,000 army under the command of Umar And the use of this eastern retreat army to hit the 300,000 food army, all of which is a result of his careful arrangement.

In the black-skinned city of steel and the western capital of the city, Wang Chong took advantage of the sand table of the Rossan terrain, which has been inferred countless times in advance, and now all of this is actually happening in reality, and there is no difference in the pool. .

"If you don't fight and the temple is the winner, you have to count more. If you don't fight and the temple is not good, you have to count less." This is the simplest content in the art of war. For the current victory, Wang Chong is prepared to know how much. Every day and night, all aspects have been considered by him.

For the big eater, this failure may be just an accident, but for Wang Chong, it is inevitable.

"Report!"

"The big eater has already withdrawn to the designated position. Do you want to continue chasing?"

Just as Wang Chong slowly moved forward, a commander rushed to the ground and rolled over in front of Wang Chong, bowing down to the ground with respect and respect.

"No need!"

Wang Chong sat on the white hoof, and looked at the big eater who had already withdrawn from the battlefield on the west side of the 怛ros, posing swaying, faint:

"Notify Li Yiye, Chen Bin, and the King of Gunk, stop chasing!"

"In addition, they ordered Zhang Shouzhi to start acting!"

"Yes! Hou Ye!"

When I heard Wang Chong’s words, the commander turned over and quickly flew away.

Rumble, with a violent tremor, thousands of troop carriers turned over the hills, carrying countless craftsmen and burning iron stoves to the battlefield. Behind them, more carriages loaded with hill-like steel, overwhelming, followed.