The strong barbarian man spat out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.
He was seriously injured after the previous battle with Mo Wuxie, and his injuries have not healed. Now he can't even take one of Mo Wuxie's moves.
Mo Wuxie was well aware of his injuries, and this blow only made him unable to backhand.
"You have been surrounded by my 200,000-strong army. If you are wise, drop your weapons and surrender!" His voice spread throughout the sky above the Luque tribe.
Everyone in the Luque clan stared blankly at Mo Wuxie, and the weapons in some soldiers' hands clattered to the ground.
Such a powerful man from the barbarian tribe was defeated with one move, and the Luque tribe soldiers had lost the courage to fight!
The strong men of the Lu Que tribe looked at each other, all showing fear.
The strong barbarian said coldly: "Our Lingguo soldiers only have soldiers who died in battle and no soldiers who surrendered. Just kill me!"
Mo Wuxie said coldly: "In that case, I will help you!"
Jiang Li stopped in front of the powerful barbarian and begged: "Boss, don't kill my grandfather, you can do whatever you want!"
Mo Wuxie looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm really in trouble if they don't surrender!"
Jiang Li glanced around and shouted: "You should surrender quickly, you are no match for my boss!"
His grandfather was furious and cursed: "You bastard, get out of here!"
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said: "Stop resisting fearlessly. The next moment, my army will not be so polite to you!"
After saying that, he waved a stream of divine power, which immediately divided into dozens of strands and floated into the generals of the Luque tribe.
In an instant, there was constant popping, and all the masters spit out blood, slumped down, and fell to the ground.
"Either surrender or die! You only have a cup of tea to think about it!"
After saying that, he disappeared into the night.
He returned to where the army was and stared coldly ahead.
In fact, he could capture the enemy generals and force them to surrender, but he knew that the soldiers of the Ling Kingdom would not surrender so easily, but it would be different if the God of War in their minds was defeated.
His attack this time was to crush the God of War in their hearts, and the effect was very obvious. But for them to completely let go of their pride and surrender, more deterrence was needed.
A cup of tea passed quickly, and Mo Wuxie's soldiers moved forward again. After reaching a certain distance, they released five waves of arrow rain.
The people of Lingguo felt like there were arrows raining from all directions, and they were indeed surrounded.
The strong barbarian showed a helpless look and said: "The game of the strong is so ridiculous!"
Jiang Lidao: "Grandpa, it's better to surrender!"
The strong barbarian ignored Jiang Li, glanced at everyone in the tent, and asked, "What do you think?"
The leader of the Lvque clan nodded sadly: "I agree to surrender!"
The drum beating arranged by Mo Wuxie did not stop, but became louder and louder, seeming even more powerful.
Suddenly, he showed a smile and saw a strong barbarian flying into the sky, saying: "We can surrender, but please don't massacre our people. This is our minimum requirement!"
Mo Wuxie suddenly appeared in front of the old man and said with a smile: "If I had known this, why bother! I can promise not to kill any Lingguo soldiers!"
Just like that, Mo Wuxie defeated the Lu Que tribe without dying.
The soldiers of the Lvque tribe took off their armor and piled them into a pile. Their weapons were also placed in one place, and they all stood together in a group, with everyone hanging their heads.
In this way, Mo Wuxie's soldiers walked into their sight openly and took them all in.
The strong barbarian smiled bitterly and asked, "Mo Wuxie, didn't you say you had 200,000 soldiers? Why are there only 20,000 soldiers?"
Mo Wuxie smiled strangely and said: "You believe it, but I can't help it. Soldiers are deceitful. Even if you want to regret it, it's already too late. They are unarmed and can't resist the massacre of my soldiers!"
The strong barbarian couldn't help but twitch on his face. He saw that his soldiers were separated in small groups and controlled by Mo Wuxie's soldiers. There was no doubt that as long as Mo Wuxie gave the order, the soldiers who were surrounded would
Luque soldiers will instantly turn into corpses.
He showed an ugly smile and said: "I am convinced that I lost!"
Only the strong can determine the victory of a war. Originally, the two of them who were strong in martial arts, coupled with the threat of red cannons, completely suppressed Mo Xie. If Mo Wuxie did not come, then the martial arts empire would definitely be defeated.
Moreover, Moye may also be killed by them. This is a game for the strong. The stronger is stronger and can determine the general trend of the war.
Although Mo Wuxie also had the strength to destroy this 80,000-strong army, he still didn't want to take action because killing ants made him feel boring. Since he wanted to play a game, he felt that the only way to defeat their pride would be interesting enough.
In this battle, he did it very easily, completely crushing the arrogance of the strong barbarians and the unyielding soldiers.
The sky was bright, the sun was high, and Mo Wuxie finally appeared in Zhantan City's sight.
That night, Mo Yan was restless, but now he felt relieved when he saw him return.
However, when he saw Mo Wuxie's lineup, he couldn't help but be moved. Twenty thousand soldiers went out, but a hundred thousand came back. This...
For a moment, he couldn't react.
Mo Wuxie returned to the city, and naturally, the prisoners were handed over to Mo Yan. Mo Yan was even more outrageous. He even circled these soldiers and placed them at the east gate, forming a human wall and sealing the east gate.
Obviously, if someone wanted to attack the city from the east gate, they would have to fly over the corpses of their compatriots. This is undoubtedly an extremely cruel thing.
The City Lord's Mansion has become the command center of the Northern Expedition.
Mo Wuxie has blocked the cultivation of twelve strong men. Now they have no power to restrain themselves and can only sit honestly in the city lord's mansion.
Jiang Li was not harmed in any way, and Mo Wuxie always had a good feeling towards him.
The carefree Jiang Li has no concept of race or hatred. As long as his grandfather is not dead, he will not have too much sadness.
Jiang Li followed Mo Wuxie like a traitor, asking questions about everything, how funny it was.
In the afternoon, the long-awaited Angelina arrived, and with her came 90,000 tiger tribe soldiers.
She has been trying to contact the Luque tribe and gather together, but there has been no news from last night to now. She vaguely knew that the Luque tribe had changed.
However, recapturing Zhantan City is what she must do. Originally, defeat was a shameful thing for Lingguo, but it would be even more shameful if she lost the courage to fight. Especially if she could not recapture the city, she would be criticized even more.
Therefore, she no longer took care of the Luque tribe, but led the army to Zhantan City.
When she arrived at Dongcheng, she found the Lvque tribe prisoners lined up in a human wall, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
No wonder there is no news about the Lu Que clan, they turned out to be prisoners.
She was even more worried. The city tower had disappeared. Now, as long as she waved her arms, the tiger army would rush into the city, but they would kill her own compatriots.
She suddenly felt that the enemy general's coach was such a difficult character.