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Chapter 377 377. Taking Control of the City (Second Update)
With the large-scale support of Mo Hao's specialized legion-level forces, the soldiers' strength has been improved by several levels.

For halo-type skills, the more troops you have, the better the effect.

Not to mention that what Mo Hao activated at this time was the [Evil Aura] which was the second best among the many aura skills in Warcraft 3.

The dual benefits of treatment and movement speed greatly improve the survival rate of soldiers.

As long as they are not seriously injured or die on the spot, the evil power from the undead will keep the soldiers away from death.

There were also extraordinary beings specializing in the spirit who tried to control the commanders of the soldiers and issue orders that could create chaos.

For the spiritual supernatural beings, a united army is often no different from a pile of loose sand. As long as they want, they can let an army die in suspicion and fear.

But this time they chose the wrong opponent.

Because the one who commanded them was not the commander on the scene, but Mo Hao, who used the [Dragon Flag] to transform his thoughts into an invisible net.

The Qilin Demon, the Hell Blood Demon God, the great demon Ketu Rahu...

These are the titles and powers that Mo Hao possesses. When psychics try to invade the soldiers' brains, they have to face no ordinary soldiers.

They faced Mo Hao head-on, facing the darkness and tyranny that Mo Hao had never shown to anyone.

My consciousness was pulled into endless darkness. There was no light and no hope. It was as if I was swallowed into the stomach of something and could only wait quietly to be digested.

The last thing those psychics could see was a pair of blood-red eyes, and then they lost all their thoughts.

But to others, it seemed that those psychics just suddenly shook their bodies, and then their heads suddenly exploded like a smashed watermelon.

Red and white were scattered all over the ground, even splashing on other people.

"Damn it, their commander's spiritual power is extremely strong!"

The others immediately realized what was happening. Only when there was an extremely huge difference in mental power would a psychic die from a headshot. To some extent, it could be considered a unique type of death.

At this point it was finally confirmed that there was an extremely powerful transcendent among this group of rebels, and he was the type that could enhance the legion.

By the time they realized this, others had already started to back off.

And those nobles and parliamentarians could see that some people were already thinking about switching camps.

At least for those in a higher position like them, shaking hands with the strong and fighting with whoever wins has become a kind of instinct.

You may ask them not to have the courage to go to the battlefield and die for their country, but they not only have the courage to switch sides overnight and pretend to convert in order to gain more benefits, but their courage is also very strong.

But it is obvious that war is not something you can avoid just because you say you don't want to fight it.

After realizing that the enemy was beginning to retreat, Mo Hao used the [Dragon Flag] as a medium to directly cast [Blood and Qi Diversion] on all the soldiers.

In an instant, all the soldiers' bodies grew two sizes bigger, bulging their clothes, their muscles bulging, and their eyes showing the scarlet color passed down from berserkers.

Ferocious and vicious.

The army before him looked more like a group of evil spirits that had fought their way back from the battlefield than people.

Mo Hao's power and aura, as well as equipment beyond this era, and the location where the soldiers appeared were all intentional.

Mo Hao placed them in the Heavenly Book World in advance, and then asked Zhang Xueqing, Murong Haitang, Su Zhilan and others to release the soldiers at the designated location. It can be said that this move completely confused everyone. No one knew where the tanks came from, nor did they know how those troops appeared.

Taking them by surprise, attacking them when they are unprepared, and moving like thunder. Under a series of blows, the struggles of the nobles and parliamentarians were just a last glimmer of light before death.

As for the regular troops stationed in the military camp outside the city?

They only received the news halfway through the battle, when nearly two-thirds of the city was under Mo Hao's control. By the time they had gathered their men and weapons, the matter was already over.

A platoon of tanks was aiming at the regular army. As long as they moved forward a little, the alloy warhead main guns and machine guns would spit out flames mercilessly.

……

Five hours after Mo Hao's speech, the entire city was completely under control and in his hands.

The first thing Mo Hao did after capturing the city was to open the warehouses of various nobles and parliamentarians.

It was no surprise to see the huge amount of grain in those warehouses. The mountains of grain were not a metaphor at all at this time, but a statement.

The first time he saw food piled up like a mountain, even Mo Hao couldn't help but breathe heavily.

He tried to search for it in his brain, but unfortunately, he had no accurate concept of food of this level in his memory.

Even he could only use very rough words to express that "the food here is enough to feed people for a long time."

With the number of troops under his command, plus the number of their families at most, the food stored by one noble family alone would be enough to feed these people for half a year.

And he ate as much as he wanted, eating every ton until he was full and his belly was round.

This is just the beginning. The second warehouse, the third, the fourth...

After watching this, Mo Hao's eyes had already become numb. He turned around and asked the person who was counting the grain, "So if I remember correctly, our country is experiencing a famine."

"Yes, sir."

As an accountant accompanying the army, he was one of the few people in the army who had professional knowledge of mathematics. For this operation to capture the city, Mo Hao had already arranged a group of people who could do calculations, and they were waiting to start counting all kinds of materials.

The accountant took a deep breath. He had never seen so much food before. "According to incomplete statistics, more than 30,000 people have starved to death nationwide so far. This number cannot be covered up with other excuses. According to my understanding of the officials, the actual number may be five or ten times higher."

These words sounded very exciting. Even though Mo Hao had the Buddha's light on his body to stabilize his mind, for a moment a very radical idea popped up in his mind.

"Go, inform everyone, hang all the speculators who hoarded grain from street lamps, and hang them alive. Anyone who dares to shoot them before hanging will hang himself."

Mo Hao kept rubbing his temples. He didn't even need to make precise calculations. The food stored in this city alone was enough to save many people.

"I now understand why Comrade Vladimir wants to kill all the speculators who hoarded grain."

"Wait!"

Mo Hao thought about it and changed his mind, "Let them collect the evidence and bring it to the square where I will give a speech. I will execute them one by one in front of everyone!"

Swift, prolonged and bloody revenge on food speculators is not irrational, but the only rational strategy.

(End of this chapter)