Chapter 167: Final attack

嗡! Hey! Hey!
I only listened to the sound of rumble, and rang through the battlefield. The beasts, which are dozens of feet long and shaped like a red serpent, rushed out from the two wings of the Daqin and the Chinese army.
The snake circled and rushed out to the Mongolian army. The sand fluttered and flesh and blood flew.
Just before the Mongolian army had not responded, the sky rose to a three-footed bat, standing on top of each other with a powerful shooter.
Once the Mongolian generals wearing armor and pale gold eyelids were found, they were shot with a faint black light.
At the same time, the trebuchet hidden in the last side of the army, also whistling, a boulder with a radius of about one meter, like a giant cannonball, bursting from the air, specifically attacking the Mongolian army.
"Is this the army of Daqin?" Outside the crystal ball, everyone who was watching outside, suddenly stunned. Is this his mother the ancient army?
The two armies of the land and air jointly fought together. Fortunately, there is no river here. Otherwise, will Qin State come to a joint operation of the armed forces of the sea, land and air?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
The figure around Qin Shihuang’s ruling government quickly jumped out, rushing and jumping.
At a speed that is hard to see with the naked eye, he rushed to the army of the Mongolian army.
Along the way, it can be said that the blood column is soaring, you can see that the heads of the golden eyelids and the generals of the Mongolian army wearing armor are cut off one by one.
"Run! They are not people at all." The slave army was tempted by Mongolian sweating Meng Ge, and instantly fell.
This is not a mortal army at all, this is a demon, this is killing God.
They are flying, they control the monsters, they are cruel and ruthless.·····
One slave army quickly plunged back to the rear, throwing all the weapons, armor, helmets, and throws in hand.
"Transmission! On all sides, the whole army attacked with all strength." Wang Hao stood on the black eagle, his eyes were cold and shouted loudly.
The two wings and the rear army began to exert full impact, one heavy armor, like a steel monster, the hands of the long brother seems to be turned into a death sickle, constantly harvesting the Mongolian army fleeing.
The two-winged Daqin Iron Ride also turned into a black torrent, cutting off the Mongolian army, and the first and the last could not be seen.
The rear infantry followed, destroying the enemies that had not been destroyed by the cavalry.
Mongolian Khan Meng Ge a cold sweat, watching the Da Qin Iron Army, flying in space, jumping on the ground, running on the ground, such an army, is born for war.
"Withdrawal! After the whole army, turn around and break out." Mongolian sweating Meng Ge quickly calmed down, and now is not the hope of winning.
The army of the Mongolian army where he is located has not yet collapsed. After the tens of thousands of iron horses blocking the two wings of the Qin State army, the Mongolian army stepped back on the crushed army that was smashed by the trebuchet.
However, at this time, all the Mongolian soldiers saw a red torrent running toward the army. The tens of thousands of iron horses of the latter army had already been smashed by the boulder that descended from the air.
In the face of these red torrents, one touches and collapses.
"Kill, there is a command under the arm, the enemy commander, the golden medal, the title is upgraded to the ninth level!" Meng Menghu stared at the Mongolian sweating Mengge in the protection of the army, with a long sword in his hand, behind him, wearing red The iron horse of the armor immediately abandoned the surrounding enemy forces and turned it into an arrow, rushing to Mongolia and sweating Mongolia.
On the other side, the East Emperor Taiyi has successfully killed Si Hanfei, and the Mozong Mengchi line has also been cut by Chen Nie. Only the eight divisions are under the siege of the masters of Yin and Yang, and they are covered in blood. They don’t know how to be beaten. The fist, how many palms were smashed, how many swords were in the middle.
"Your Majesty, the enemy commander there, the enemy has not broken, the time is less than one hundred interest." Li Si on the side of the eyes of the cold condensed look at the battlefield of Qin Shihuang Zhengzheng reminded.
"Signal! Let all the masters kill Mongolian Khan Mengge, take the first level, and give a fairy law." Qin Shihuang's Zhengzheng stood up and looked at the battlefield of unbalanced and wild, with deep eyes.
This battle, no doubt, he won, no suspense.
"Da Qin will be a veritable first empire." Outside the crystal ball, countless spectators have been recovering from the shock for a long time.
The 500,000-strong army and the 500,000-strong army confronted each other with a tight time. The Mongolian army claimed to be the strongest iron rider in the world. Under the edge of the Daqin Iron Army, it was defeated.
The 500,000-strong army was killed by more than 200,000 people at an hour. The rest of the army fled in fear, died in fear, and was astonished in despair.
"Quick withdrawal!" Mongolian Khan Mengge was terrified in his heart, but still try to keep the sound calm.
As long as he is not defeated by the pro-arms around him, he will still win in this battle.
"Your Majesty, there are less than 30 interest." The Nimo Star on the side has not stood up in the soft legs, and the three masters of the masters have just been killed and they have been encircled.
Especially Si Hanfei was shattered!
At this moment, Nimostar was somewhat fortunate, and he was glad that he was not a master of masters.
Otherwise, the situation is better. Like the Eighth Division, the whole body is bumpy and the situation is bad. It is like Si Hanfei and the whole body can't stay.
"Your Majesty, can't go." On the side of the Golden Wheel, the king of the king looked dignified, and dozens of black shadows came to Mongolian Khan Mongolia. Everyone was a few ten feet, and the distance of several kilometers was blinking. They can arrive.
The weakest ones are close to the masters of the masters, and there are about ten people.
All the Mongolian iron rides that they stepped on under their feet, all seven and died.
Everyone’s eyes are fixed on Mongolian Khan Mengge, who is surrounded by thousands of Mongolian elite soldiers.
The Nimostar on the side has been shackled to death on the ground, and he will not have to die after the time of the 30th.
"Come on!" The Golden Wheel King muttered to himself, a layer of black smoke on his body, and the whole person was wrapped in it, which looked like a demon coming out of hell.
A pair of eyes are black lacquered, cold and faint, exuding a breath that is no less than the master of the master.
Mongolian Khan Mengge actually crystallized the demon power of 200 years to the Golden Wheel.
The East Emperor Taiyi’s whole person seems to be wandering, fluttering and sacred, like a magic fairy to the world, strange and cold.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
I saw that Donghuang Taiyi did not have any action. He attacked hundreds of Mongolian elite soldiers. Nearly a hundred of them were killed. The rest of the people were also seriously injured. The blood of the mouth was hard to move.
The King of the Golden Wheel moved, and the sacred dragon statue has reached the thirteenth floor of the monk. Under the impetus of the two hundred years of demon power, the dragon elephant is like a creator, and the second person will practice him the thirteenth floor. .
The whole person is like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and rushes to the East Emperor.
Unfortunately, his speed is much slower than that of the East Emperor.
The East Emperor Tai is a shadow, and it seems that a ghost appears in front of Mongolian Khan Mengge~EbookFREE.me~ But at this moment, five fast-rotating wheels hit him.
Dong Huang Taiyi had to abandon Mongolian sweating Meng Ge and escape the attack.
"There is still a break!"
Both sides who are fighting have heard a whisper.
"If you come to the palm of your hand, the fifth type - Buddha light shines!" Iron Man Shen Zhu ignored the words, in the Mongolian Khan Mengge's dozens of feet, the hands of a giant palm, slammed him past.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
On the sky, the three-winged bats, numerous bows, rushed to Mongolian sweating Mengge, overwhelming.
Silk?, flying swords, hammers, big knives...·····························································
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