Fantasy Emperor Summoning System

Blood flowed!

The wreckage of the broken arm can be seen everywhere!

The whole earth is dyed red with blood!

It’s a long story, but in fact, from Huang Zhong’s summoning of psychic fetishes to the display of weapons such as V3 rockets, French cannons, and Black Hawk fighters, in fact, only a short moment has passed.

However, in this instant, the army of one hundred thousand power gods had destroyed one tenth!

How can this not make people frightened?

How about not making people horrified?

In fact, this is also because it is the first time that everyone has seen Huang Zhong’s psychic fetish. Therefore, there is no defense in his heart. In addition, to deal with a loss, he first messed up his position and caused such a big deal instantly loss.

If they fought desperately for the first time, although Huang Zhong's psychic fetish would still explode with terrifying power.

But it is difficult to receive such a big result!

"Children, give me a hard hit!"

Huang Zhong laughed. He stood with his hand in his hand, standing in front of the army, but he was not afraid.

With a wave of his palm, the Black Hawk fighter, the cannon, and the V3 rocket, etc., fired again for a new round of strikes.

At the same time, on the wall, the soldiers of the Shenjiying camp, the crossbow arrows were wound up, and the sharp crossbow arrows were spilled out without money.

Then every crossbow arrow carries the anger of the soldiers of the Shenjiying!

If you dare to invade his kingdom of Zhou, you will kill him!

Flutter!

Crossbow arrows pierced through, and in the crowd, shadows were shot directly through the spot!

Once again, the strong man fell down!

The corpses are everywhere!

Zhao Cantian was cold all over, but his expression was still cold, and he shouted angrily: "Don't be afraid! Don't mess yourself up! The inspector is out of the queue, whoever dares to move or disturb the morale of the military will kill you!"

"Yes!"

Suddenly, a group of figures, holding a sharp blade, rushed towards the crowd.

Some people who moved and barked were all beheaded by them!

They are not to kill the enemy, but to kill their own people!

For a while, the situation stabilized a little, and no one dared to move.

Zhao Santian shouted sternly: "Don't be afraid! You are all masters of abilities! Do your best to kill those monsters!"

With that said, he took the lead on his own, clenched his fist, and rushed towards an Apocalypse tank!

There was a boom.

That tank was directly blasted to pieces!

"They are not invincible! As long as they have enough power, they can still be killed!"

Zhao Cantian shouted, boosting morale.

"As long as you are close to their city walls, the weak chickens of Zhou are not your opponents at all! You can only let you kill!"

"This seat here promises that as long as you break through the ancient moon city, you will be burned, killed, and looted!"

Zhao Santian said coldly.

Listening to his words, the eyes of those soldiers were fierce.

The wages of avarice is death!

If they looted Ancient Moon City arbitrarily, they would make a fortune!

"Kill!"

"kill!"

"They are just a bunch of weak chickens, not our opponents!"

"Women and wealth are waiting for us! Kill!"

They shot one after another, blasting and killing the Apocalypse tanks and Black Hawk fighters.

Braving the sky of arrows, leaning towards Gu Yue City!

In their opinion, as long as they get close to Ancient Moon City, then they are determined to win!

Zhou Guo can only rely on these remote devices to suppress them!

The combat effectiveness of soldiers is far from comparable to them!

It's near!

Closer!

Soon, the phantom of the tank in the sky was bombed by them!

At the same time, all Black Hawk fighters crashed!

Of course, in order to achieve this step, they once again lost 20,000 people!

A hundred thousand army, in the blink of an eye, only 70 thousand people are left!

cruel!

Tragic!

This kind of battle loss ratio far exceeded everyone's expectations!

No one thought that, without direct contact, their 100,000 elite army would be reduced by more than one-fifth!

You know, in their prediction, this battle should be crushed!

With their strength, they should be able to easily defeat Ancient Moon City!

but now……

Including Zhao Santian, everyone's hearts are a little heavy.

Zhou Guo's tenacity is beyond their imagination.

Just now.

Suddenly, the gate of Gu Yue City opened.

Teams of figures filed out.

Shenjiying, forty-five thousand men and horses, carrying crossbows and knives in their hands, strode out boldly!

The array is before the ancient moon city!

Zhao Cantian was taken aback.

Looking at Huang Zhong in surprise.

He actually let the soldiers come out?

Is this giving up the advantage of defending the city and wanting to kill them head-on?

Why would this old thing dare to do this?

Does he really think that their army is the weak?

"It seems that I underestimated your courage! How dare to collide head-on with me? I really don't know what to say!"

Zhao Cantian sneered again and again.

If the old man Huang Zhong chooses to hold on to the city, then he wants to take down the ancient moon city, but he is afraid that he will lose 10,000 horses. But now, in a head-on fight, the damage will not exceed 3,000!

Thinking like this, he shook his palm and laughed wildly: "Haha, all to the general! Since this old thing wants to die, then Ben will fulfill him today!"

"Kill them all, Gu Yuecheng is yours!"

Following his words fell.

Those 70,000 horses, the fiery color in their eyes is getting more and more intense!

Kill them all!

Burning, killing, looting, it's all up to their hearts!

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

"They are not our opponents!"

"A bunch of weak chickens! Lao Tzu can kill them a hundred!"

Seventy thousand horses roared together, shaking the world!

That momentum is extraordinarily heroic!

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will be really scared, and even the courage to fight will be lost.

But Zhou Guo, these people are all elites, how can they be frightened!

Huang Zhongbeard flew up and said loudly: "My son, the enemy looks down on you, saying that you are weak!"

"What should you do?"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Shenjiying strong, roar together.

"Then kill!"

Huang Zhong stretched out his hand and said with a laugh, "Today, let this kid see and see, I'm the courage of Zhou Erlang!"

"Fight for my king!"

"Fight for my king!"

Forty-five thousand Shenji camp soldiers roared together.

They fired another round of crossbow arrows.

More than five thousand people were shot.

After that, they pulled out their knives and rushed toward the enemy!

No fear!

Even with 45,000 people, facing more than 60,000 enemy troops!

The battle just started.

The corpses are everywhere!

No one kept their hands, they all did their best. Just for a moment, countless people fell to the ground and couldn't stand up anymore!

On the ground, blood is flowing!

Stumps everywhere!

Zhao Santian watched this scene in horror, shaking uncontrollably all over.

What kind of scene is that?

The Dazhou soldiers who knew they were going to die, before dying, even if they bite, even if they hit with their heads, they have to pull back!

That kind of will, that kind of spirit, he had never seen it before!

Obviously they have an advantage in the number of people here, but in a moment, they are absolutely disadvantaged!

It became a one-sided massacre!

The elite of a hundred nations, crushed by the soldiers of the state of Zhou!

"This, this, is this still the combat power that the kingdom can have? The elite of the dynasty, but that's it!"

"What kind of existence am I fighting against!"

Zhao Santian whispered, at this moment, his face was as gray as death!

Lost!

Defeat!

Today, one hundred thousand elite, the whole army is wiped out!

The blood rushed to the sky, and bones were piled everywhere!

The setting sun in the desert!

The remaining brilliance, like residual blood, imprinted on the earth.

It was as if a layer of dark golden gauze fell on the soldiers of Shenjiying, adding a sacred light to them.

They stood with knives, and there were no enemies in front of them.

Looking around, they are all dead!

In this battle, they lost 20,000 battles and wiped out 100,000 enemy troops!

Big win!

Suddenly, without knowing who it was, he raised his palm and shouted, "Victory!"

"Win!"

"Win!"

Countless people were awakened, grinned, clenched their fists, hammered their chests hard, and roared loudly.

Smiling and smiling, tears are already streaming down my face!

Those who survive, add glory! Brilliant!

But the robe of death can only be wrapped in horse leather.

I can no longer share joy or sorrow with them.

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