The Age of Lords Reborn

Chapter 1109 Capture the thief and capture the king, there is no way to return to heaven (subscribe)
"kill!"

"Take one person's head, and from now on, the family will never be enslaved."

"Behead ten people, exempt from corvee, and become a lord."

"Those who kill [-] enemies will be rewarded with a thousand acres of land."

A copy of the Huaxia Kingdom, in the northwest direction of Shangdu.

The boundless hundreds of thousands of corvée servants rushed to the front of the army with a loud command.

The crowd is like the sea, and the waves are rolling.

This is Chaoge City's only remaining self-protection power, and it is also a low-level miscellaneous soldier who has long been ignored by players.

"Are these slaves crazy?"

"I really don't know how to write the word dead?"

Surrounded by [-] slaves, there are more than [-] troops led by Wuchang Xiaoyao.

Ever since the two sides came into contact with each other half an hour ago, Wuchang Xiaoyao has not seen a merchant soldier retreating. They are obviously slaves who don't even have cloth armor, and the ones in their hands are only slightly better than wooden spears. Bad weapons.

But this group of slaves came one after another, which made it difficult for him and his troops to advance.

Crowd tactics?

The impermanent little demon used to scoff at this, but now it seems that even if this move is difficult to win, it can still disgust people to death.

A little lord held a scarlet sword, and continued to slash, while asking: "The dense crowd is full of people, where do we go to get out?"

Although he has changed his job as a general, he has not yet touched his energy, and his martial attributes are only over 50 points after he has reached level 90. Although he may not even count as the second echelon among Huaxia players, it is very important for him to kill the slaves in front of him. easy.

One knife is enough to kill one person.

Beheading the slaves in front of him is like a chicken and a dog, but he has no hobby at all. He wants to penetrate the enemy line in front of him and see King Zhou sooner.

That is their goal!

"We can only go south, no matter how many Shang Dynasty slaves are ahead, we have to go forward and kill them." Wuchang Xiaoyao let out a low voice, raised his hand three times and chopped down the two people standing in front of him.

In terms of counting, he has killed nearly a hundred enemies in this battle.

This is a number that he could not achieve on the battlefield before, but now that Wuchang Xiaoyao has completed the slaying of a hundred people, he is not happy at all.

100 people, compared with a dozen or 20 people.

Less than one-thousandth!
Surrounded by crowds, the soldiers and horses of the Zhou army tried to rush forward, while in the rear of the Shang army, on dozens of chariots, there were also people watching the battle ahead.

"I didn't expect that the military merit system would be so powerful." Three unkempt servants stood on a chariot or two.However, when one of them spoke, the voice was unexpectedly crisp and sweet.

"Can the strategy of weakening Qin and strengthening the country be ineffective? If the opponent is not an elite player, then 1 people are not enough for them to kill."

"The rank gap between the two sides is obvious. Even if the slaves' will to fight is aroused, it will not make up for the gap in fighting. It's time for us to do it. Capture the thief and capture the king to defeat this army in one fell swoop."

"Okay, Er Bao and I will go to the left wing, and Qian Bao will go to the right wing."

As Duzhou Wu'an, who was disguised as a slave, stretched out a finger, Erqian and Erbao angels beside her immediately jumped off the chariot, and the three of them waved their hands at the same time, and each of them quietly followed a group of similarly vigorous people slaves.

At the moment when the three of them acted, the elite of the Tottenham mercenary regiment headed by Bandituo also dispersed from the rear, and rushed through the crowd to the frontmost battlefield.

After only half a stick of incense passed, Erqian took the lead in eyeing a vanguard general holding a long knife.

Pretending to bury his head and rush forward half a foot in front of the opponent, he raised his right hand and dropped the short spear in his hand, and at the same time there was already a white paper umbrella in his hand.

"Rain falls!"

Opening the handle of the umbrella with both hands and turning it suddenly, flower petals with condensed energy flew out from the edge of the paper umbrella.

The petals are flying, and the blood seals the throat.

'ding ding ding'

The sword-wielding general raised the sword to block continuously, but there were still three petals going around the side of the sword, leaving bloodstains on his arms and side face.

Erqian immediately took back the paper umbrella, grasped the umbrella handle with his right hand and stabbed the back of the general's palm when he was in pain.

With a twist of the wrist, the long knife flew away.

Then he opened the umbrella again and spun slightly, cutting the general's neck.

This change happens in just two or three breaths.

As the general and a dozen soldiers around him fell to the ground, Erqian quickly retreated and disappeared in the tide of slaves.

On the other side, Duzhou Wushang and Erbao Angel also succeeded one after another.

The few women only killed the military attache of the Zhou army and disrupted the formation, and they retreated without delay.The ferocious momentum of the original Zhou army was interrupted, and it was even more inextricable to be caught in the crowd.

After a while, Duzhou Wu'an, who was constantly shifting directions, approached the new target again.

With a shake of the long sword in both hands, two arcs of azure blue light flew out from the tip of the sword.

Five steps away in front of her, the impermanent demon had just killed a slave when he felt a strong threat.

Instinctively, he rolled on the ground, avoiding the sneak attack from across the boat.

When he calmed down and raised his head, Wu An had already swarmed up with the mercenaries beside him.

"cut!"

As several machetes fell, the blood-colored half-moon light arc directly shattered the blade barely raised by the impermanent little demon.

Duzhou Wu'an immediately stepped forward, a sword pierced through his throat and passed through his neck.When she drew her sword to kill other people around her, a kill reminder happened to come from her ear, which also let her know who she just killed.

Capture the thief and capture the king!

When an important general of the Zhou army was killed one after another, nearly ten thousand soldiers who could keep up with each other began to fight on their own, falling into a predicament of scattered sand, and their assault power dropped sharply.

After half a day of fierce fighting, many high-ranking soldiers were almost exhausted in their bodies. Although they had at least killed the enemy several times, they still failed to break out of the encirclement compared to the vast crowd.

When the battle turned from dawn to dark, and then from dark to dawn the next day.

The Zhou army, which still has the strength to fight, has less than a thousand people.

The merchant army that can still stand is also nearly [-]% less.

Terrible!

The overall situation has been decided, and what the three women saw when they retreated across the boat, only these two words echoed in their minds.

The Shang army won, but the victory was very bleak.

But on the battlefield, many surviving slaves burst into cheers and roars.

They won!

They defeated the rebels!

They are no longer slaves and no longer need to serve corvee!
Even, land will be obtained.

Glancing across the boundless battlefield, Duzhou Wu'an murmured, "I don't know what's going to happen with the writing side."

"Don't worry, that's the No. [-] player commander in Dream City, so it's definitely fine." Angel Er Bao responded with a smile, and after stepping on the chariot again, he couldn't help stretching: "Let's go, we can finally go back to sleep A sense of security."

"Driving~"

.........

On the Yellow River, Huimengke hundreds of warships surrounded dozens of water boats on the river.

The two sides commanded the transshipment, and the distance between them was only tens of meters.

Looking at Jiang Ziya on the front deck, holding a sword in his right hand while holding a pen, he shouted: "Grandpa, you have been unable to recover from the battle so far, why don't you come down sooner."

"Old Meng Xiqiende, dare not surrender."

On the deck, Jiang Ziya braced his body and responded with a voice like a heavy drum: "Even if this battle is not victorious, the Zhou Dynasty will not be exhausted. However, King Zhou is cruel and immoral. How long can you protect him?"

"It's a pity for the old grandpa to have different ways and not seek each other."

He shook his head slightly while writing. After days of fierce battles, from the time when the navy, which had the most obvious advantage, took the lead in defeating the enemy, to the current Zhou army's complete retreat, he failed to really defeat Jiang Ziya.

Although the individual competition is slightly inferior, the strength of the two camps is getting wider and wider.

"Beat the drum, attack!"

(End of this chapter)