Running among the red delirium troops like a commander, other soldiers saw this scene and were a little confused immediately: "Isn't the banner chief in front, why are you running from behind?"
He trotted up to the commander, and when an identical face flashed in front of him, the man paused immediately!
This is really one of the most despicable and disgusting moves in history! When Zuo Wuzhou performed it himself, he always felt dumbfounded.
Zuo Wuzhou didn't know how many people had been harmed by this move. Even the eighth-level masters had been hit, let alone this sixth-level commander. He cut off the man's head with one knife, threw it into the red delirium army, and picked it up.
This person's body ran back!
Running back, Zuo Wuzhou quickly changed into this outfit. Chen Zongzhi saw it with his own eyes and was confused: "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, I suddenly had an idea." Zuo Wuzhou sneered: "I plan to give Hong Deli some interesting sweeteners."
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After finally withstanding this wave of offensive by the Red Delirium Army, the soul monks inside also escaped with the prisoners, and the scene was chaotic.
Zuo Wuzhou paid close attention to the crowd. When he saw the trace of the leader, he hurriedly shouted: "Brother, please come here, I have something to discuss!"
The leader said a few words to the others and rushed over immediately, patting his chest and saying with great pride: "Brother, if there is anything I can do to help, just give me your orders."
Zuo Wuzhou smiled: "Do you want to kill more red deliriums?"
The leader jumped up when he heard this: "Whoever doesn't want to do it is Guisun." Suddenly his eyes lit up: "What are your plans?"
Zuo Wuzhou smiled lightly: "I have an idea. I can kill many red deliriums, but I need your cooperation!"
Seeing the leader's attitude of listening attentively, Zuo Wuzhou pondered: "The Red Delirium's call me assassin is not too wrong. If you can create chaos, I can sneak into the Red Delirium's army and assassinate their mid-level and senior officers."
The leader had a rough and heroic temperament, but he was careful and careful. He gave high-fives and praised: "What a great idea. Once the red delirium crowd is leaderless, Bazhong City will be our territory, and then we will be like a fish in water."
The leader didn't wait for Zuo Wuzhou to ask, and then explained the situation between the enemy and ourselves: "I have about two hundred soul monks here, all of whom are about third or fourth grade. There are also about ten of them who are above sixth grade."
Zuo Wuzhou flicked his temples with his calloused hands and slowly shook his head: "Not enough!"
The leader was shocked. There was absolutely no reason why the more than two hundred soul monks were causing chaos.
"If you want to seize the city, more than two hundred people are not enough." Zuo Wuzhou's tone was sonorous, but the leader and Chen Zongzhi were stunned.
"If you want to seize the city, you can only rely on us people?" The leader couldn't believe his ears. Just these few people want to seize the city? That was Tianfang Yetan's whim: "There are still red deliriums in Bazhong City."
A ninth-grade master is in charge, and there are no less than five eighth-grade masters."
Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were as firm as a rock, but also a little disappointed, which made the leader feel ashamed of his courage: "At least there is no Soul Martial Lord in Bazhong City now."
"That's not true." The leader hesitated. The lives of hundreds of soul monks were at stake, so it was difficult to make a decision: "But even if they really capture it, the Red Delirium Army will return and shoot, and they will still be occupied..."
Under Zuo Wuzhou's stern gaze, the leader's voice became lower and lower until he became silent. The leader just wished he could slap himself in the face. He was an eighth-level master, but he couldn't stand up to the gaze of the young man in front of him!
Zuo Wuzhou was unusually calm, like a lake with no wind and waves: "I don't understand war and military affairs. I only know that no matter how strong the opponent is, you must always have the courage to fight back!"
"The main force of the Red Delirium Army is fighting in Xilin. The Red Delirium Army in Bazhong City is at its weakest. To counterattack, this is the best opportunity!"
The leader resolutely raised his head and glanced around. The other soul monks had gathered into several teams. They had to make a decision whether to fight or retreat!
"Then, counterattack and seize the city!"
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Counterattack and seizing the city is really a bold and whimsical thing in anyone's eyes.
But under such a wonderful environment, a courageous young man proposed it and prepared to implement it.
Once the leader made the decision, the pressure suddenly decreased, explaining: "Bazhong City has many defeated soldiers who were defeated on the front line, and the resistance force is not weak. As long as we are willing to take the lead in the counterattack, we will soon have hundreds or thousands of
The soul monks join the battle."
Zuo Wuzhou chuckled slightly: "Okay, you plan how to create chaos. You are locals and know the situation in the city best. Tell me who needs to be assassinated and where. Let me solve it."
The leader called the leaders of the other groups and discussed it for a while. They all turned their shocked eyes to Zuo Wuzhou, who was as if nothing had happened.
All the soul monks were filled with admiration: "As expected of Xi Lin, who is most likely to become the star of hope for Soul Martial Lord. The battle is about to begin, and yet he is so calm and composed."
Everyone was excited to think that they were about to fight side by side with a future Soul Martial Lord and create a great miracle.
Because of the great publicity of the Xilin royal family, Zuo Wuzhou, a non-Xilin person, was dubbed the "Future Soul Martial Lord of Xilin". Not only was he described as a hero, he was also considered to be the hope of Xilin's future.
He must be protected and protected. Everyone is proud to fight with him - these soul monks have the courage to rob prisons, counterattack and seize the city in the excitement.
The leader named Guan Longhu came over and said: "We know a tunnel leading to the outside of the city. We will divide some of the three ranks to send the rescued people out, and the others will do their own thing. What do you think?"
Zuo Wuzhou glanced at Chen Zong: "Zongzhi, you also get out of the city!"
Chen Zongzhi was anxious: "The war is coming, how can I leave? Who do you think I am?"
"Look!" Zuo Wuzhou's expression changed. Chen Zongzhi looked back in surprise and was knocked unconscious by his palm. He handed it to Guan Longhu: "Take him away."
Guan Longhu was astonished. This man made a prompt decision and really didn't look like a young man. He couldn't help but ask: "How old are you?"
"Eighteen!" Zuo Wuzhou smiled faintly.
A monster, definitely a monster! Guan Longhu shook his head. A boy of only eighteen years old was actually more experienced and decisive than many eighty-year-olds. It was simply unbelievable.
He sighed in his heart: It would be strange if a monster boy with such a sophisticated mind could not become a Soul Martial Lord in the future...
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"Brothers, I don't know how to speak. I don't have much time, so I will keep my words short."
Guan Longhu's fist hit his chest hard, and his heroic movement caused all the soul monks in the audience to get excited and shout with all their strength: "The red delirium people want to treat us like cattle and sheep. They think that by occupying Bazhong, they can become our emperor. You guys
No answer!"
About two hundred soul monks stared at Guan Longhu on the roof and responded with an excited roar: "No!"
Guan Longhu was fully committed, with a stern look on his face and roared: "The red deliriums are killing us Xilin people. Today it's them, tomorrow it will be us. I've had enough of the red deliriums!"
"Today we are together, we are tied together, we are comrades-in-arms and brothers. The red delirium wanted to kill us, so we fought them."
"Today, besides us, there is another person. Our hope for the future of Xilin is that we fight side by side with him. Together with him, we fight back against the red delirium, today, now!"
The two hundred soul monks were excited and roared together: "Counterattack, counterattack!"
There is a special power in the roar. Perhaps in the eyes of Soul Martial Lord, civilians and people below the ninth rank are just ants.
However, even ants have a power that cannot be underestimated at certain times!
Blossoming white clouds are fluttering under the sky in response!
There was a power at this moment that left an unforgettable mark on Zuo Wuzhou's heart.
Guan Longhu waved to Zuo Wuzhou: "Brother, please say a few words to encourage everyone!"
Zuo Wuzhou scratched his head in embarrassment, Guan Longhu smiled, and only at this moment did he feel that this genius boy was real!
Countless pairs of eyes have expectations, doubts, and curiosity. Zuo Wuzhou, who is praised as "Xilin's hope for the future," is their spiritual leader at this moment!
Zuo Wuzhou took a deep breath, and then spat out in a sonorous voice: "I only have one sentence!"
"Kill the Red Delirium!"
The soul monk's blood was boiling, and he howled in unison: "Kill the Red Delirium Army!"