The general trend is that Lingguo will be defeated.
What can bring about such a big change are naturally Mo Wuxie's twelve red cannons and the inspiring Mo family army, both of which are indispensable.
Mo Wuxie looked down quietly, speculating on possible changes.
According to the fact that King Zhantan ignored all the words just now, it can be easily inferred that King Zhantan will jump over the wall in a hurry and may fire another cannon.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no second shot. His spiritual thoughts spread out again, and he found the red cannon in a moment. At this time, the red cannon was very pitiful. He was pushed into a hole and countless
soldiers retreating from the edge of the mountain top.
Although the red cannon was thrown into the deep ditch, the red-like lava-like barrel still radiated scorching heat.
He withdrew his spiritual thoughts, showed a helpless look, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the ninth-level magic core can only be fired once, and the second time will definitely explode in the barrel. This is the reason why there is no second shot!"
He came to the side of the red cannon, waved his sleeves, and the red cannon disappeared into the deep pit and was transported into the tomb of the gods. To his surprise, the ninth-level magic core was still in the barrel, which was enough for one bombardment.
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Soldiers from the Martial Arts Empire whizzed past him, waving swords and spears, and rushed to the top of the mountain.
The battle continues, becomes more intense, and is getting closer and closer to its end.
There were corpses all on the ground, the rocks had been stained red with blood, and the Lingguo army was still in defeat and was driven to the top of the mountain. At the top of the mountain, they only persisted for a moment, and the defense line collapsed again, and they retreated towards the Lingguo side.
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He looked around, and the tragedy caused by the war still made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he no longer had any pity, because this was war, so many people died, and suddenly he felt that dying under the red cannon was also death, and dying under
You will die under the enemy's sword. You will die anyway, but the way of death is different. So, because of the enemy's use of red cannons to bombard you, you suddenly felt a lot more cheerful.
He sighed: "It turns out, this is war!"
It was only then that he truly understood what war was. In one sentence, war is the accumulation of corpses.
After seeing too many corpses, smelling too much of the tragic atmosphere and the pungent smell of blood, everything became numb.
He stood on the top of the mountain, pointed his arms forward, and shouted: "Brothers, charge!"
His voice exploded over the soldiers of the Martial Arts Empire. Everyone seemed to be much more energetic in an instant, and their expressions were extremely excited. They rushed down in a swarm to chase down the defeated soldiers!
There are less than 10,000 people left in the barbarian army. It can be said that the 200,000 barbarian army has been completely wiped out and their vitality has been severely damaged.
Jiang Li kept swinging his mace, and a general from the martial arts empire who was fighting with him also used all his strength to beat him with a rumble, no matter who was up or down.
Jiang Li was so smart that he couldn't understand the current trend. After a fierce attack, he jumped out of the battle circle and retreated.
As the coach, Angelina had a look of unwillingness in her eyes, but there was nothing she could do.
"Retreat to Zhantan City!"
Her voice was full of coldness, which made everyone shudder, especially King Zhantan. At this moment, he was suddenly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. In an instant, he felt like his soul was about to escape. It seemed that this woman had specifically attacked him mentally.
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King Zhantan no longer had any arrogance, and his eyes were full of panic and confusion, because his army of one hundred thousand demon wolves had been swallowed up by the Mo family army. This blow would make his Zhantan tribe unable to recover from the fall.
The soldiers of the Martial Arts Empire arrived to the north of the Tianqi Mountains. After some reorganization, the remaining 250,000 legions launched another charge. Like a tornado, the Ling** troops were forced into Zhantan City.
Now, it is the army of the Martial Arts Empire that is approaching the city.
Fortunately, Jie Zhou's Zhantan City was only a hundred miles away from the Apocalypse Mountains, and it was not too deep into the hinterland. Moreover, after they entered the land of Ling Kingdom, Moye had already arranged for backup and logistics troops, so there was no problem with the supply.
Angelina stood on the city wall, looked at the dark area opposite, and showed an ugly smile. In the blink of an eye, things had changed and people had changed.
"Report on the military situation!" Her voice became even colder.
King Zhantan felt a surge of energy all over his body, as if there was a kind of cold that froze his bones, which made him very uncomfortable. He quickly said: "Now, all our tribes combined have only 80,000 troops, plus the 20,000 defenders of our Zhantan City.
The city's army only totals one hundred thousand, so it's difficult to resist their offensive!"
Angelina looked into the distance, as if she hadn't heard what he said, and suddenly said: "Immediately send people to the surrounding states to ask for help and ask them to send troops to rescue the siege. In addition, let the entire city of Zhantan City have troops and go into battle at any time!"
King Zhantan respectfully accepted the order and never dared to disobey it again.
Mo Yan looked at Mo Wuxie and asked, "Fifth brother, we soldiers are still lightly armed and have no siege equipment. They are ignoring us!"
Mo Wuxie sneered and said: "It will take a day for the logistics supplies to be delivered here, but we can't wait because we are surrounded by enemies on all sides. We must take a preemptive strike and capture Zhantan City before reinforcements arrive. Only then can we be qualified to surrender.
They admit defeat in the war!"
Mo Yan felt very uncomfortable when he saw his smile. It seemed that the fifth brother's temperament was constantly changing during this war, and this change was scary. "Fifth brother, in this case, I still need to lend you the red cannon!"
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Mo Wuxie nodded and said, "The entire army will rest where it is for two hours!"
In fact, they had been fighting for two days and two nights. Although the soldiers' eyes were excited, their fatigue was obvious. It was extremely unwise to attack the city now. Another day passed, and in the evening, the rays of light spread across the sky.
Outside the city gate of Zhantan City, twelve red cannons crashed to the ground. The thick black barrels showed that the red cannons had finished cooling.
The moment the cannon appeared, Angelina couldn't sit still anymore, and the strong barbarian couldn't calm down either. Obviously, they all could see that Mo Wuxie was going to attack Zhantan City.
All the red cannons were aimed in the direction and ready, and the eighth-level magic cores were loaded. They exuded bursts of terrifying aura.
Mo Wuxie stared ahead coldly, and saw a figure floating out from the top of the city and landing in front of him. This person was none other than Angelina.
"I think we need to talk!" Angelina gritted her teeth.
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said, "We have nothing to talk about. Even if we have something to talk about, we have to wait until this war is over!"
Angelina said unwillingly: "You are the Elf King, can you bear to watch the war continue to spread?"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "I am the Elf Holy King, not the Elf King. The Holy King has things to do. The Holy King does not reject war. You still don't understand the mission of the Elf Holy King! Now I give you a chance, immediately
Go out of the city and surrender, or else I will wait for the city to be destroyed and your family to be destroyed, and I will let you know how painful it is!"
Angelina smiled sadly and said: "I can accept the fact of failure, but our legion is an allied force, so surrendering alone is not enough. I need to discuss with other states, and it will take some time to convince them!"
Mo Wuxie sneered and said, "Okay, you can go back, you only have a quarter of an hour to discuss!"
He was sneering, sneering at Angelina's simple thoughts and methods, which were nothing more than stalling for time, waiting for reinforcements to rescue her. How could such a psychological change escape Mo Wuxie's keen gaze.