Chapter 776 Ten minutes of hell

Sun Quan's lips trembled slightly and his fists clenched. He wanted to refute Zhang Mu and said loudly: "My people can definitely hold on until you are wiped out!" But he couldn't say such big words at this moment at this moment.

This is the case. The situation on the granary is very bad, very, very and extremely bad.

After being attacked by the fat man and his group of people, the more than 2,000 fully equipped food guards still retained their combat effectiveness until now. They have completely lost their number of advantages and are defending painfully at the narrow intersection, and are likely to be captured at any time.

Although the battle has been more than half an hour, and the power of the Flame Demon when he was born has been weakened to a negligible level, the continuous burning effect on them still exists due to the huge number of units. This is absolutely deadly for troops below level 5, and they cannot get close to the Flame Demon at all.

Compared with the "Nine-Headed Dragon" of the Swamp Clan, the Flame Demon should be regarded as a well-deserved king of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

"Gaga, surrender, surrender, surrender half of it!" The fat man smiled and said, "The flowers trembled" in a hurry. It was not difficult to see from his satisfied expression that he was so happy in this battle, and he was so happy to kill.

"Damn it, why haven't the reinforcements come yet!" The forehead of the grain guard corps commander was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans. He played invincible heroes and joined the guild of "Wei, Shu and Wu". He had never fought a war like this, nor had he ever encountered a player as perverted as Zhang Mu and his group.

When I watched Zhang Mu's battle video before, he didn't have any special feelings, but now that I have really fought, I realized that Zhang Mu and his gang are terrible, but it's too late.

"Boss, we don't have many soldiers left... at most, we can hold on for another 10 minutes at most." A small leader sighed.

"10 minutes... OK, I know." The commander of the legion waved his hand, connected Sun Quan's voice, and said in a low voice: "Boss, bad news, we can only hold on for another 10 minutes... If the reinforcements are not yet there within 10 minutes, the granary will be lost. It's not that I made a mistake in command, but that the opponent is too strong, and it is completely beyond my expectations."

"When is it? You still say these useless!" Sun Quan rebuked dissatisfiedly, and turned to say, "There are 10 minutes left... This is enough. The Twelve Wings have run out of ammunition and food... I will cut down the city flag at all costs and end this battle. You can hold on."

"Yes! Within 10 minutes, be sure to be foolproof!" The commander of the Grain Guarding Army responded loudly.

Dragon City Battlefield—

"Twelve Wings, my ration guarding army commander just told me that they could hold on for another 10 minutes. Do you know what this means to you?" Sun Quan said expressionlessly.

In fact, at this level of battle, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses. Both sides fight not only with military strength, but also with endurance, energy, and mentality.

"Of course I know." Zhang Mu took a deep breath, took the time to move his extremely sour arms in his busy schedule, and said, "Next, you should launch a suicide attack, right?"

Sun Quan smiled: "You are so smart. The next ten minutes will be your hell ten minutes!"

"Just let the horse come over!" Zhang Mu twisted his neck, looked at the few magic values ​​left, the last unused troops in the golden tent, and whispered to himself: "Ten minutes of hell... This statement is so good... You must hold on, otherwise all your previous efforts will be in vain." After that, he looked up at the deity who was fighting the enemy to the death, Mythical Sword, A Mu, Fatty, etc.

"Summon all your bosses to me... I will kill him within ten minutes! I will kill the twelve-winged angels!" Sun Quan issued an ultimatum to Zhang Mu.

The victory or defeat of this battle is related to the status of the "Wei, Shu and Wu" guild in China and even in the world, and it has to be taken seriously.

"Twelve Wings, don't lose... you must win!" Since Zhang Mu entered the battlefield and stood in the defensive position, Domineering Yuntian's heartbeat frequency has not dropped by 200.

In addition to the few parties in Dragon City, there are two people who are most concerned about the outcome of this battle, namely the two million-strong army commanders on the main battlefield of China City, Pluto and Zhuge Liang.

The battle on the main battlefield of China City has lasted for several hours. At the suggestion of the emperor, Zhong, Long and Shu both retreated to the side in a tacit understanding to adjust their troops and rest. During this period, millions of eyes were aimed at Longcheng in a uniform manner.

Dragon City is the most critical part of this battle! Many members have guessed the powerful relationship.

"Twelve Wings, come on... It depends on you whether Longcheng is alive or dead..." The king of Pluto held his palms, whispering something like a devout believer.

Other bosses like Mie Tian, ​​Shen Zong, and the gods also prayed one after another. In short, they almost worshipped all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

On the other side, within the Shu army—

"Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations... This is really reasonable." Zhuge Liang shook his head, his face no longer had the confidence he had before.

Liu Bei had a strong face and said in a muffled voice: "Military advisor, do you mean, are we going to lose this time?"

"Whether it is lost or win, it will be decided in ten minutes..." Zhuge Liang paused and said, "It has developed to this point, and it is no longer something I can calculate. It can only be decided by God... To be honest, I hate this feeling of being influenced by fate, very annoying."

"In other words, we still have the possibility of winning!"

"Both sides have a 50% chance..." Zhuge Liang waved his hand and said, "Give orders to withdraw troops. No matter whether Sun Quan wins or loses, this battle has no meaning to continue."

"Well, I understand." Liu Bei waved his hand: "Retreat."

Dragon City Battlefield—

Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

The sword light, sword shadow, fire light and ice were released one after another by the players.

Various rays of light shine together, intertwining in the air to form a beautiful picture as dreamy as a dream.

The "Hell White Pig" and the "Eight-Armed Warriors" struggled to strangle any enemy who dared to approach them in the monster group. These two "army meat grinders" have experienced countless destruction of the Wu army's massive troops, and their bodies have been scarred, but they are still waving the weapons in their hands without fatigue.

The magic has run out!

There are very few arrows left!

As for the massive dark vengeful spirits, they died together with Bemon and the Titan Legion not long after the war started.

Now Zhang Mu is relying solely on these two bosses to block Wu Jun’s crazy attack!

"What are your skills? Use it quickly! If you don't use it, you won't have a chance!"

At this time, Sun Quan was not only crazy, but also very hideous!

"Even if you don't say it, I plan to use it! Come out... the last killer move!" Zhang Mu raised his right hand, and the golden tent appeared again, and the final ace in the tent was finally beaten out by him.

That is the 11th level of the Ghost Clan army of 5,000 units, the Black Skeleton Knight! (Guire Army)

"Hey, this is? The super-level army of the ghost clan!" Sun Quan was a person who knew the goods and recognized the origin of the big guys dressed in gloomy and rode on the horse at a glance.

"Resurrection to me! Skeleton Guard!"

Zhang Mu roared, and the Black Skeleton Knight immediately raised his spear, and a faint light descended to the ground. Immediately afterwards, a team of fully armed skeleton guards appeared from the corpses of a certain group of troops, with a total of 100,000 units!

"The characteristic of the Black Skeleton Knight is to resurrect the skeleton guards with the enemy's corpse. The number of black Skeleton cavalry and the more energy remaining on the corpse, the more resurrected skeleton guards... Although these skeleton guards are only level 2 soldiers, and can only survive on the battlefield for 160 seconds... But it should be enough to defend these last few minutes."
Chapter completed!