Vol 3 Chapter 1891: General plague

Wang Zhi’s fire in the distance was rumbled. Because his big account was located on the hillside, he had just suffered the pain of losing his son. He could not personally climb to the hillside to watch the battle. He only sent one named Li Xian. The confidant is watching the dynamics on the hillside at any time.
"Come, come to remind Li Daren, ask him if it is our army's great victory?" Wang Zhi rubbed his chest and coughed a few times to urge the guard.
The guards took the lead and just went out to ask about the situation, but they saw Li Xianyin's face and walked in quickly.
"Li Xian, what happened?"
"Is it a big win, a big win?"
Wang Zhi could not wait to ask.
Li Xian tightened his face and said in a gloomy way: "The king, our people are all over."
"You, you are going again."
Wang Zhi can't believe his ears.
"Our pioneers and heavy weapons are all attacked by the gunfire in the city, and they are turned into ashes, and there is no life."
Li Xian replied with sorrow and truth.
"Go to me!"
Wang Zhi’s eyes sighed, his grievances linger in his chest, revealing the painful color, and wowed, and spewed a blood.
"National teacher, where is the national teacher?"
Wang Zhi fell on the couch and shouted.
"Someone saw the national division ran, and some people died in the gunfire. Now I don't know if I live or die."
Li Xianyu sighed and sighed.
"Oh, I saw Wang Anguo, but I don't want to bless me. I will withdraw the troops."
Wang Zhixin was gray and cold.
He was originally to rescue the prince. Now that his son has been killed, it is still worthwhile to stay here. It is better to withdraw it quickly. It is imperative to keep his life.
"Can't withdraw, can't withdraw."
Just then, there was a big drink outside the door. Everyone looked out of the big account, but they saw Ziyang real people striding in.
Ziyang real people are still dressed like snow, must be neatly tidy, refreshing, and fascinating, completely without the slightest defeat.
In fact, Ziyang real people were uncomfortable, and they deliberately found a place in the lower reaches of the moat. They took a shower and took a bath and sent them back.
He is very clear that he is the embodiment of a living in Dangyang City. As long as he maintains this image, he will have a voice.
Wang Zhi saw that he was not hurt, but also a sigh of relief. Naturally, it was indispensable to send him a few grievances. "Real people, you have a good soldier, can you tell the king, the most elite five thousand armor?" The most advanced siege equipment, why is it completely annihilated?"
"Excellent?"
"Your cannon has a range of one kilometer, and the spar is all dumb bombs with no energy. Wang Anguo bought the latest type of cannon with a range of two kilometers. There are countless doors with 30 million lethal shells. hit?"
"That is, this man's mana is boundless, and calmly retreats from the sea of ​​fire. If this real person did not block the robbery for the king, at this moment, I am afraid that the king has already turned into a sea of ​​coke."
The Ziyang real person is also full of fire and no place to send. Before he went out, he once said that it was a good luck. Now the first levy is unfavorable, and it is natural to push the responsibility on Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhiyi thinks that this is also the case. Fortunately, this robbery was blocked by Ziyang real people. I know that this black pot can’t be shackled on this old man, and immediately got up and hugged his fist:
The national teacher’s anger is the king. After watching Wang Anguo, this made me wait for the soldiers to be robbed."
"In this case, I think we are still withdrawing from the army as soon as possible. When I buy the excellent equipment, it is not too late to attack the city."
Wang Zhi took the opportunity to retreat.
Ziyang is a real person, but no one can retreat. Only he can't withdraw. Now he has lost his face and prestige, and he is waiting to find his way back.
It’s not good to fight him again, but who can kill him and kill him with his repair? The law of calling for the wind has not yet been made, so I think so, it is impossible.
"Great king, what are you worried about?"
"Winning defeat is a common occurrence of the military. We only lost one game. Now we have 15,000 people left, and the strength is still twice that of Xifu City. The victory is still on our side."
Ziyang is really soil.
Wang Zhi was grieved at this moment, and wanted to leave the land of right and wrong. He said: "Real people, our siege equipments have all been ruined. People can only be used as cannon fodder, and it is useless."
"Yes, we can't fight with them, but tomorrow I will cast a plague in the city, so that the soldiers and civilians in Xifu City will be chaotic, and they will escape from the city. At that time, we can wait for the rabbits and take their dogs. ""
Ziyang is a cold and cold road.
Wang Zhi’s heart and soul, Ziyang’s true Rao spell is the best in hell. He knows better than anyone else. If he can really be like him, there is indeed a battle.
"Can real people be sure?"
Wang Zhidao.
"Of course!" Ziyang is full of confidence.
"Okay, let's follow the real method and try him again!"
Wang Zhidao.
Ziyang was a big man, and immediately went to the military account to prepare for the practice. When the color was completely black, he boarded the highest mountain outside the city, and the hair was distributed and began to do the ritual.
The French high is ninety-nine-nine, and the center is dedicated to a sly god. The purple-yang real person is walking on the demon step, holding the seven-product sword, pointing to the curse, and the dark black demon rushes away.
Suddenly, the entire Xifu boundary was raging, and the dense black clouds were pressed against the city.
In the city of Xifu City, the wind blows, the eyes of the people can't open, the people go back to the house, close the doors and windows, and the sergeants all hide back to the bunker on the wall. The original lanterns, the bustling Xifu City, instantly became nothing. Rao died in the city.
The demon wind is raging, and the black clouds are pressed against the city, as if to engulf the entire city.
Wang Zhi was surrounded by guards, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. The dark road really had a set. The plague together, the soldiers and civilians in Xifu City were killed and wounded, and then he could receive the city without damage, and by the way, Wang Anguo would be broken. The corpse of corpse is also a slap in the heart.
"The gods come into my orders, the general demon to poison, kill all beings, and rush as a law."
By the demon wind, Ziyang real people Dafa reminder ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Jianfeng 迸 shot tens of thousands of black light, condensed into a huge black spell, rushed away, into the cloud.
At the time, the black clouds over the city of Xifu City were smashed into a large reservoir. The black poisonous rain was mixed with plague poisonous mist, and the Xifu City was poured out.
"Haha, the martial arts, Xifucheng, I see how long you can last."
Ziyang real people laughed and laughed.
Black rain, demon wind, poisonous mist, raging all night in the city.
Black rain, poisonous mist, the entire Xifu City, the sun and the moon are dull, the gas is exhausted, the city is like a layer of black fog, groggy, poisonous rain flowing across the street, poisonous fog is pervasive.
The whole city has become dead and dead. All the soldiers and civilians have a chest pain and an unstable soul. Every time they breathe, their lungs will be like a fire, and many of them will begin to collapse.
The entire city was like a curse overnight and fell into a panic.
(End of this chapter)