Vol 2 Chapter 1283: Quite mysterious

"Report! There are fifty thousand enemy troops in the north of Liangzhou City!"
Cool King's eyebrows, gently bent, there are 50,000 enemy troops?
Should it be an army of slavery?
Only, how did they cross to the north?
"It's only fifty thousand, just divide five military regions to meet the enemy!" Liang Wang waved his hand.
For 400,000 to destroy the slave, he still has to be afraid of one or two, but only 50,000, what can't he get out of it?
Therefore, it is now a two-line battle.
On one side are five military regions to fight against 50,000 troops, and on the other side are 2.5 million troops to fight against the elite of slavery.
"Every tea, present the latest battle report!" Liang Wang's voice became particularly solemn.
Liangzhou City survived and survived only today.
Woo---
The long and heavy horn, the sound of the war drums blasted the earth.
That is a symbol of the advancement of the Lounan border army!
Liang Wang's heart suddenly tightened, so fast!
"Report! The slave army left 350,000 troops to the west!" The messenger immediately reported the latest situation.
Liang Wang's body was stiff, and a whole southwestern army was buried, and only 50,000 casualties of the other party were exchanged.
This price is too great!
"Report! Another 50,000 unknown troops are accelerating the march," the messenger said again.
In this regard, Liang Wang did not care much.
The key point is that the 350,000 destroying slaves are not afraid of the troubles in the north.
A cup of tea passed.
The messenger again reported: "Three hundred and fifty thousand troops have arrived thousands of miles away! The three legions are dispatched to meet the enemy!"
Uh--
Liang Wang couldn't help but stood up, feeling extremely nervous, and clenched his fists, saying: "Guys, don't let me down!"
After another cup of tea, without a messenger, Liang Wang knew that the two sides had already met.
Because, Liangzhou City, thousands of miles away, is trembling gently.
In a cup of tea in front of him, the water rippled and the unfolded tea leaves rolled up and down.
The Master of the Royal Palace and other people are extremely nervous, life and death are in this battle!
"Report! The entire army of the 2nd and 4th Military Regions of the Southeast Army was annihilated, and the 4th Military Region of the South Army was destroyed!"
With just one tea, three military regions have been destroyed!
"How many casualties did the enemy have?" Liang Wangya asked with a close bite.
Should the sacrifices of the three military regions be able to hit some enemy forces?
The fiasco of the Southwest Army was because they overestimated the flying immortals, made strategic mistakes, and now faced head-to-head combat.
"Injuries...less than a hundred." the messenger hesitated.
The sacrifice of the 300,000 troops has resulted in casualties of less than 100 enemy troops!
"How is it possible?" Liang Wang was enraged: "It's just 300,000 pigs, and it's not just killing a hundred enemies!"
Xia Qingchen was the first to create a flying immortal outside the world, and the Esau Liuhe annihilated the army of Zhongyun Realm.
Right now, the slave to the of destruction, Slave God, is one enemy against three thousand?
How can it be?
Barbarian soldiers, even if they are famous for copper and iron, cannot have such a powerful combat strength.
"Returning to the King of Cool, the slavery of the Heavens used the "Many Mysterious Code". Every barbaric soldier would explode in situ, producing extremely great lethality, and our army suffered heavy casualties."
Boom--
Cool King sat down, his eyes lost focus briefly.
It is said that "The Mysterious Code" is left by the Barbarian God. The above records all the means left by the Barbarian God, but this mysterious code is esoteric and difficult to understand.
Is it true that Nu Tianyi's understanding is transparent?
boom--
As if verifying the messenger's words, a roar rang through the sky, and the sound of the tremor could be heard in Liangzhou City.
The Cool King returned to God and sternly said: "The three major legions are ordered to die in the city, and the city is in people!"
The implication is that they must guard with life!
It is a pity that the battle situation never shifts with personal anger.
Within an hour, bad news continues!
The casualties of the Southeast Army and the South Xinjiang Army increased sharply. At the moment, there were only less than 500,000 left, and they retreated outside Liangzhou City and merged with the moat army.
Two and a half million troops, only two hours, only 1.5 million left.
All the rest is buried on the battlefield!
And the casualties of the elite army of slavery are only... ten thousand!
Most of them were accidentally injured by their own explosions!
"Report! The commander-in-chief of the Southeast Army was killed!" A heavy bad news came.
The commander-in-chief of the Southeast Army, with only two military areas remaining, projected an explosive barbarian soldier from high altitude by three ferocious birds during the retreat and killed him on the spot.
"Report! The commander of the moat legion writes, please Liang Liang escape from Liangzhou City!"
"Report! The commander of the Southern Xinjiang Corps requested retreat!"
The cool king's face sank into the water, and his mood was never heavy.
Liangzhou City can't be guaranteed!
Even if he doesn't leave, he will have no chance to retreat!
"Why, why is this happening?" Liang Wang shouted unwillingly.
He doesn't want to be the king of the country! !
"Who can tell me why the warriors trained by this king are so incompetent? Why?" Cool King roared at the table.
In peacetime, we can't see it, but in the battle of dying in this country, the weak and incompetent army can be seen!
Down to the soldiers, up to the commander, no one can fight!
They are all waste!
"Of course it is because of your incompetence that the soldiers' incompetence is made." A thick but powerful voice penetrated the space and arrived.
Liang Wang suddenly looked up, a thin, middle-aged man with scars floating in the air.
"Jun Qiye?" Liang Wang looked cold: "Are you looking at this king's joke?"
Jun Qiye shook his head lightly: "Did you have fewer jokes? The old man had already read enough."
The incompetent jokes of Liang Wang are too numerous to enumerate. He really has no mood to read: "Come today, just convey the order for Xia Qingchen."
command?
Liang Wang gasped with laughter: "What qualifications does he have to order me?"
Jun Qiye muttered to himself a silver-white wooden sign and threw it into the hall.
The wooden sign contains star power, inserted straight into the earth, and the upper line of blood-stained large characters is reflected in the eyes of people.
"Execution Hengtiandu!"
Seeing this, the atmosphere in the living room was solidified.
Hengtian's face turned red, and he quickly knelt down and asked: "The minister is loyal to Liang Wang, please don't listen to Xia Qingchen, a treason!"
He was in a state of confusion and panic.
He knew that Xia Qingchen came for Bai Zhantian!
Use his life to avenge Bai Zhantian.
If it is someone else, you can use the lack of evidence to quibble, but does Xia Qingchen need evidence to kill?
The cold king's voice is cold and cold: "Is this king so incompetent?"
Xia Qingchen asked him to kill, he was going to kill, then what is he?
What's more, Xia Qingchen's tone of command, who he thought he was?
After all, he is at best a vassal, and here is the cold environment, he is the king of the cold environment!
Actually want to order him?
When is oneself?
"Tell Xia Qingchen, let me go!" Liang Wang Shen Sheng drank coldly, the sound wave swept through, and the silver-white wooden sign was shocked into powder.
Jun Qiye shook his head lightly: "You know nothing about Xia Qingchen!"
He seemed to know something, staring at the cool king's eyes, full of pity.
After that, he turned away.
At that time, outside the city of Liangzhou.
The moat and the remaining 500,000 troops retreated to the bottom of the city, guarding the city tightly.
In the face of the mighty army of 340,000 barbarians, they stepped back step by step.
Especially all the barbarian army, all covered with blood, eyes cold and no human feelings.
In the barbarian army, a young man with a of wind and beauty sits quietly on the throne.
In front of him was a case table with a jug of wine.
He himself dragged his chin with one hand and held an ancient sheepskin roll in his right hand, reading it quietly.
Allowing the clamor of the two armies to shake the sky, he was aloof and undisturbed.