I can summon Huaxia Yingjie

Chapter 350 Steel Broth
Seeing the sergeant's confident appearance, Yang Yu was also a little uncertain for a while.

Although reason told him that it was impossible for Qin Jun to increase from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands with a bang in just half a month, the appearance of the sergeant did not look like a lie!

Besides, Sergeant Feng Rao didn't need to sacrifice his life to make this not funny joke with him.

After thinking over and over again, Yang Yu said decisively, "Give me an order, the whole army is ready for war!"

"promise!"

Sergeant Feng Rao bowed to accept the order, and then strode away from the commander's tent.

Not long after he left, Yang Yu turned to Yang Zheng and the two in the tent and said, "This battle requires a lot of relying on the two of you!"

The reason why Yang Yu said this was not because he was so hypocritical, but because the fighting power of the frontier army was far inferior to the top ten ace armies.

To win the battle, it really depends on the efforts of these two people.

"I'll do my best!"

Yang Zicheng (Yang Zheng) said in unison!

After saying that, the three of them walked out of the handsome tent.

………………

After half an hour.

A shadow covering the sky and the sun enveloped the panic-stricken Feng Rao Celestial Sergeant.

A million-headed black flood dragon with distinctive scales, the dragon power carried on its body is almost condensed into substance.

"Spray the dragon's breath towards Fengrao Camp below!"

"Use the breath of the dragon to make a pot of steel-boiled broth for the Fengrao sergeants!"

Gao Xianzhi's tone was cold and his expression was indifferent.

The cloak fluttered behind him, and a white dragon was entrenched on top of the spear in his palm.

Looking from a distance, it looks as tall as a god!
"promise!"

The captain of the Dragonborn with three flags stuck behind the armor promised in a deep voice.

After he took down a crimson 1 flag from behind, he swung it down heavily!
"Snapped!"

The strong wind is howling, and the battle flag is fluttering!
The dragon-born knights driving the black dragons, after seeing the red flag being thrown down, began to give orders to the black dragons to breathe out their breath.

After a while!

"Roar, Roar, Roar!"

Horrific dragon chants rang out one after another in the dragon-born knight army formation, and one million huge black flood dragons all opened their ferocious dragon heads at this moment, spewing extremely hot dragon breath downwards.

"Hide, run away!"

Seeing this, the wise men among Feng Rao's sergeants yelled mournfully.

But the speed of the dragon's breath falling was too fast, and there was very little time for the soldiers of Feng Rao to react.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In an instant, the dragon's breath raged!
Under the boundless dragon's breath, the screams in Feng Rao's camp shook the sky.

A Sergeant Feng Rao who couldn't dodge in time was directly burned into a mess of rotten meat by the dragon's breath with a terrifying temperature.

The current Fengrao camp is almost as terrifying as purgatory.

A smell of scorched flesh and blood came from the camp from time to time.

One million black dragons sprayed their breaths together. Not to mention the power of the black dragons' breaths, this terrifying number alone is enough to make people despair.

"damn it!"

Under the bombardment of the heat wave, Ning Wang Yang Yu's face was gloomy.

As far as he could see, they were all fertile sergeants who had been roasted dry by the dragon's breath.

The two sides hadn't formally contacted each other yet, and the Fengrao army was almost wiped out with just a wave of dragon's breath.

In the big camp, there are 60 Fengrao frontier soldiers, and now it is estimated that there are less than one in ten.

But fortunately, the two ace legions were not stationed in the camp, otherwise, they might have been taken over by the Qin army.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

At this moment, 26 soldiers of the God Wing, driving the majestic Nossa eagle, took off to fight.

When Yang Zicheng, the commander of Shenyi, saw the desperate number of Qin Jun, his face immediately changed and he said: "Retreat, retreat and fight at the same time!"

That egg hitting a rock is not brave!

That's insane!

It is obvious that Yang Zicheng is not an idiot!
"Catch up and bite him!"

"Be sure to destroy it all here!"

Gao Xianzhi, with an indifferent expression on his face, gave an order in a deep voice.

"promise!"

The captain of the dragon descendant in military uniform made a loud promise.

After taking out a green flag from behind, he waved it abruptly in the afternoon.

"brush!"

Above the void, the green flag is dazzling!
"Boys, follow me!"

Ge Shuhan, who was holding an ancient black gold knife, yelled loudly after seeing this.

Then he led 50 dragon-born knights straight to the God Wing Sergeant.

"Aggression like fire buff activated!"

"Soldiers are expensive and the speed buff is activated!"

The dragon-born knight with double buffs and God quickly bit the retreating God's Wing Army.

Immediately, a bloody battle broke out!
"Puff, puff, puff!"

The dragon-born sergeants, who were as imposing as crazy tigers, brandished their steel lances, wantonly harvesting the unarmed God's Wing Army.

A number of divine wing soldiers whose bodies had been pierced fell into the void without a trace of death.

Scarlet warm blood, like raindrops, dripped from the wound on his body.

The two sides fought for only a moment, and the Divine Wing Army showed a tendency to be defeated at the end.

In fact, war is addition and subtraction!

The current dragon knight = double buff + no fear of life and death + excellent equipment + crushing numbers + crushing strength.

The current God Wing Sergeant = low morale + less than twice the number of enemy troops + individual strength is far inferior to Dragonborn Knights.

In contrast to the two, the Divine Wing Sergeant was crushed ruthlessly.

"The tiger roars!"

Ge Shuhan, with a rough complexion, let out a loud shout, and suddenly blasted out the black gold ancient knife in his hand.

A black-haired tiger also took advantage of the trend to appear on the ancient knife.

"Ow!"

The black-haired tiger roared to the sky, and then slammed forward with the black gold ancient knife.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In an instant, a rain of blood exploded ahead.

Under Ge Shuhan's move, at least hundreds of soldiers of the God Wing died on the spot.

"Gududu!"

After witnessing Ge Shuhan's brutal actions, the surrounding soldiers swallowed with difficulty.

Tiger generals, how to fight this battle?
"hateful!"

Yang Zicheng's heart was bleeding after witnessing this scene.

The Divine Wing Sergeant is no different than other Fengrong Sergeants, and the cost of each Divine Wing Sergeant is extremely expensive!
Now Ge Shuhan will kill hundreds of soldiers of God Wing with a random blow!
How does Yang Zicheng see this?
After he cursed angrily, he shot straight at Ge Shuhan's head.

Regardless of whether he beat Ge Shuhan or not, he had to restrain Ge Shuhan.

Ge Shuhan's group lethality is too strong!
The wind roars and the eagles are sick, and the people are angry and shoot fiercely!
Under Yang Zicheng's angry blow, there was a slight fluctuation in the surrounding void.

The power of the Martial Saint is undoubtedly revealed!
"Humph!"

Ge Shuhan snorted coldly, bent down to dodge, and at the same time slashed down with the ancient black gold knife in his hand.

"Ow!"

The ferocious and bloodthirsty black-haired tiger reappeared, and after roaring, it pounced on Yang Zicheng with its claws.

At this time, the sword energy is rampant, and the tiger roars to the sky!

Ge Shuhan, who had reached the seventh level of Martial Saint, could almost compare to a low-level Martial God with a single slash.

The fighting power of Chinese heroes has never been as simple as the realm of martial arts!

Each of them is the pride of China's long river of history. For them, it is as simple as eating and drinking.

Ge Shuhan is just a leader in the army, he is not known for being weak, but he can still explode with power comparable to a martial god when he is in the realm of a martial saint.

From this, one can imagine how terrifying those Chinese heroes who specialize in martial arts are.

Under the black gold ancient sword that fell like a divine mountain, Yang Zicheng shouted in horror, "How is that possible!"

"He's obviously just a Martial Saint, I'm not reconciled!"

Ge Shuhan's unleashed sword skills contained a faint majesty of a martial god.

Although this coercion was shallow, it was enough to suppress the true energy in Yang Zicheng's body.

(End of this chapter)