"Scholars give birth to Confucian scholars, Taoluo burns books to nourish the fire!" The crisp voice resounded in everyone's ears.
As soon as he finished speaking, the prairie fire continued to fly into the sky, turning into giant dragons made of flames, roaring ferociously in the sky, and rushing towards the water dragon.
As the saying goes, the five elements are in conflict with each other, and water and fire are incompatible. The fire dragon collided with the water dragon and turned into nothing. Luo Yuntao breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw this scene.
But then, the flames swirled and turned into thirty-three giant dragons looking up to the sky and roaring: "Ang!!!" The five huge water dragons finally couldn't withstand the impact and were directly evaporated into clouds of mist.
The flames in the southeast, northwest and northwest were as bright as the sun, paving the way to form a sea of Shura fire that stretched for hundreds of meters and continued to surround Yuan Jun. There was fire in all directions.
Not only that, but there were also flaming dragons spiraling in the sky, watching eagerly.
The karmic fire shoots down the white deer in the sky, and the merchant army bursts into flames like a flag!
Luo Yuntao, the only one in Yuan Jun who was proficient in the Five Elements technique, vomited a mouthful of blood the moment the water dragon disappeared. He collapsed on the ground and was helped up by Yuan Futong. There was no hope of breaking the situation.
Yuan Futong gritted his teeth and spoke in a voice of strong internal strength: "Send an order to the three armies to break out to the east, kill Lu Xun, and then go to Wen Zhong Lao'er to fight to the death. It's just ordinary fire. What can you do to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't care whether the army could keep up. He flattered him hard, hugged Luo Yuntao with one hand, and led two thousand pro-army cavalry and three thousand demon cavalry towards the east wall of fire.
If you don't leave, when the sea of fire spreads to tens of thousands of meters, even if Huang Feihu, the top military attache in the world, comes in person, it will be impossible to rush out.
And Yuan Futong's army and the demon clan were indeed thick-skinned, and they rushed through the sea of fire hundreds of meters to the east in less than two minutes. Although they were all gray and black, none of them was burned to death.
As for the remaining tens of thousands of troops who were howling miserably in the fire? Yuan Futong couldn't take care of it and could only let them wish for themselves.
But it doesn’t mean that everything will be fine if you rush out...
As soon as I rushed out of the sea of fire, I saw a dark crowd of people wrapped in straw, holding torches in their hands and wearing nothing, with sad faces and roars in their mouths.
"Go to hell! Go and bury my son who was eaten alive by you!"
"Just because there was no harvest due to a severe drought, a thousand members of our tribe were killed alive to serve as military rations. Why! Why!"
"Damn Yuan Gou, all the monsters who have been stabbed a thousand times should die!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Then they all lit themselves up with torches, and when they saw Yuan Jun, they hugged him and refused to let go. Even though their heads were beheaded, they still surrounded Yuan Jun with their hands.
This is the anger of the common people, this is the roar of the slaves!
Countless Yuan troops were ignited into moving fire sources, and the burning smell overflowed everywhere.
Yuan Futong casually threw Luo Yuntao aside and let him be engulfed by the sea of fire. He had no time to care about the immovable waste.
In fact, Yuan Futong didn't really think that he would definitely win. He even thought about how he would lose countless times and whether he would lose miserably.
I just thought about dozens of possibilities, but the only thing I didn't expect was that I would be forced into this by a ridiculous coalition of common people and slaves.
He swung his gun fiercely to create a clearing of more than ten meters, and strangled dozens of merchant soldiers who were charging at the front, but this could not slow down their progress even a little bit.
He looked at the pro-army soldiers all around who were wailing in pain as they were burned by the fire, at the refugees who endured the pain and tied straws and kept yelling at him, and at the people who kept launching desperate charges against him.
He knew he had lost.
Yuan Futong discovered for the first time that the common people and slaves he had always cared about were not so useless. The human heart he had always disdained and never cared about seemed to be more terrifying than Tianxin.
This group of people had not received any military training, nor did they have any amazing will, let alone any loyalty to the Shang Army and King Shang. One day ago, they were so weak that they were only skin and bones.
And now, they have defeated Yuan Futong's last hope alive, relying only on their unforgettable hatred for themselves, the seventy-two princes and the demon clan...
Yuan Futong threw the silver gun in his hand into the sea of fire and did not try to break out. Of course, this kind of fish-like army could not stop him, but what was the point of breaking through alone? He would only lose a few hours late.
The iconic soaring fire dragon and the saying "Burning books to raise fire" were enough for him to recognize who his opponent was.
Then he saluted Dong and said, "Lu Boyan's army is unparalleled. I am convinced that I have lost." Then he drew his sword and killed himself, and blood spurted out like a pillar.
The moment Yuan Futong died, the burning fire was extinguished and cheerful music sounded in the sky.
Everyone watching the live broadcast was shocked. When did the Shang Army have such a coach?
The authorities may not know exactly what Lu Xun did, but the bystanders watching the live broadcast saw it very clearly!
The 100,000-strong mob fought against the 72-way coalition of princes, which was defeated after fifteen years of fighting with the main force of the merchant army. Their entire army was wiped out, and their leader committed suicide.
From the initial pre-war mobilization, which aroused everyone's overwhelming hatred for Yuan Futong, to the exhaustive plan after the terrain survey was completed, every route Yuan Futong took and every fortress he captured were all included in Lu Xun's calculations
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Then he used the Goblin Fortress as bait to light a fire, and the northwest wind that happened to blow directly ignited a sea of Shura fire hundreds of meters away. No one thought that the wind was a coincidence, and it must have been done by him long ago.
The right time, right place and right people were used to the extreme. I am afraid this is the most perfect textbook of annihilation war after the Battle of Zhuolu between Emperor Xuanyuan and Chi You.
With this person here, how could Dashang possibly perish? Except for people throughout Beihai, no one knew that Lu Boyan was just a heroic spirit from later generations.
The princes of the East China Sea who were preparing to rebel were so frightened that they instantly lost their minds.
Xibohou Jichang's eyes were also full of solemnity, and he looked at Lu Xun, who was dressed in white, with fear.
Only Prince Shang laughed heartily: "Hahahahahaha, Lu Boyan is really the god of our Shang army, and this time I will take the top prize!"
[Ding! It has been detected that Yuan Futong, the candidate for Yuan Jun’s general, has been killed in battle!]
[This real war game hacking and riding is over, congratulations to Shang Jun for winning the game!]
[Ding! It has been detected that too many people have received rewards this time. A personal points mall has been opened. Points have been awarded according to battlefield contributions. Candidates are asked to redeem the rewards on their own. 】
[The biggest contributor to this war is Lu San, and a random artifact will be drawn as a reward.]
[Ding! This war is very exciting and amazing. The lottery reward upgrade has been cancelled. Hereby, the most valuable treasure of merit - Suiming Wood will be rewarded. ]
[And as an additional reward, candidate Lu San’s heroic spirit summoning cooldown time will be halved! 】
As soon as the screen turned, a one-meter torch burning with fire appeared on the projection, and it was accompanied by a voice introduction - the Suiren family made fire from this tree. From then on, the human race has civilization, and humanity owes boundless merits to have this thing. The human race
If it is not extinguished, the fire will burn forever.
For those who hold this wood, the flames can ignite all things in the world. Even if they enter the sea of fire, they will still be like the breeze blowing on their face, and all the fires will bow down.
At the end of the scene, the torch flew to Lu Sanliao's hand, and everyone was teleported back to where they were.
[Now that the exam is over, please Yuan Jun disarm and surrender!]
All the armors, weapons and clothes on Yuan Jun's body flew to the Shang Army's base camp out of thin air, leaving only a piece of white flesh. A group of big men were shirtless and it was really unbearable to look at.