The Era of Generals

"kill!"

Meng Yang held up his blood-stained hammer and shouted proudly.

Under his horse was General Fang, whose gray eyes were wide open.

The sudden increase of 10% combat power caught General Fang by surprise. After all, he didn't escape Meng Yang's all-out hammer. He was smashed until his breastbone burst, and when he fell from the horse's back, there was a mixed feeling. The bloody arrows of broken internal organs shot out wildly, and they were no longer alive after landing.

"Kill!"

The enemy's main general was killed, and more than a thousand soldiers behind Meng Yang were passionate and their morale was as high as a rainbow.

They also received a 10% combat power bonus, and they all fought bravely to be the first, and under the leadership of Meng Yang, they rushed towards the earthy-faced Zhu Yan elite soldiers with thunderous force.

"General... General!"

"Come on, brothers, fight with them!"

After all, it was an elite soldier who had fought a hundred battles. Although the death of the main general had a serious impact on his morale, but when he had no way to retreat, it aroused the last bloody courage. He also raised his arms and shouted, and rushed forward with red eyes.

Underdogs will win!

Zhu Yan's elite soldiers thought so, but behind them, more people didn't think so.

"Withdraw, if you want to survive, follow me!"

Behind Zhu Yan's elite soldiers, a voice they didn't want to hear issued an order in the opposite direction.

"Master Xu, you...you bastard!"

The elite soldiers turned back and scolded angrily, but what was left to them was the backs of countless fleeing.

Steel Thunder swept across.

With anger and unwillingness, Zhu Yan's elite soldiers who resisted desperately had no chance. They were not as numerous as their opponents, their morale was not as good as theirs, and even their combat power was not as good as their opponents. What awaited them was...

Killed!

"Hahaha! Brothers, follow me!"

Meng Yang was excited to kill, wiped his blood-smeared eyes, pointed at the warhammer, it was the group of fugitives who crawled to the forest of poisonous fog... fugitives!

Woo--

However, at this moment, the horn of retreat was sounded from the top of Xiyun City. Although the meaning was still unfinished, Meng Yang, who was fused with the general star, obeyed Chen Ze's order, so he had to give a heavy pooh, and put down the high-altitude gun angrily. Warhammer.

"That's it."

Chen Ze tapped the tip of his nose with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth finally curled up in a satisfied arc.

Without the people from the Zhu Yan Empire, those fugitives who originally belonged to the Poison Mist Forest had long been terrified, and now, just as Chen Ze hoped, they were running wildly into the Poison Mist Forest, which the subconscious thought was the safest place.

The goal of driving people back to the Forest of Poisonous Mist has been achieved, and even the generals of the Zhu Yan Empire who directed all this have been killed. Chen Ze believes that if those mobs are given ten more courage, they will not dare to invade Xiyun City again.

The so-called poor gangsters should not chase after them. It is better to let these fugitives have the last glimmer of hope than to force the opponents to fight back. Otherwise, knowing that they will not survive, the more than a thousand defenders led by Meng Yang will inevitably suffer casualties.

This is what Chen Ze doesn't want to see.

Even though there is no reason why no one can die in a war, deep down in Chen Ze's heart, he still hopes that the enemies will die instead of his own soldiers.

The defenders of Xiyun City were willing to obey his orders, that is to say, put their lives in his hands. For Chen Ze, apart from the relationship between the superior and the subordinate, the two were also colleagues and comrades-in-arms!

Now that the goal has been achieved, unnecessary casualties can naturally be avoided.

Now the result is perfect.

After beheading hundreds of Zhu Yan's elite soldiers, the casualties of their own soldiers were so small that they could be ignored.

……………………

The edge of the poisonous mist forest.

Guo Zi and the others hid in the shadows, watched thousands of fugitives rolling in, swallowed with a thud.

"Master... my lord, shall we go?"

Beside him, the Xiyun recruits were tongue-tied nervously, and the hands holding the spears were clenched with sweat.

"The last fart!"

Guo Zi slapped him on the head, lowered his voice and reprimanded: "Give me a lower back!"

With hundreds of people on the field, he was the only one who could maintain his composure and at the same time be excited.

It actually did it!

To be honest, Guo Zi was really ready to sacrifice when he was sent out by Chen Ze, but even if he died, he would not let go of his pride as an elite Xuanjia, so he didn't frown in front of Chen Ze.

Who would have thought that not only did he not die, but he also felt a sense of joy that he had never had in his life during the charge just now.

That feeling of explosive power all over his body.

That feeling of having someone else's life and death in their own hands.

Everything makes Guo Zi fascinated!

It's a pity that this feeling disappeared inexplicably shortly after they beheaded the supply troops and evacuated to the poisonous mist forest.

why?

Lurking on the edge of the poisonous mist forest, Guo Zi couldn't figure it out.

Is it the consciousness of putting one's death to one's death, leading to the explosion of the body's potential?

impossible!

Guo Zi, who has experienced many battles, has developed a big heart. It is not uncommon for him to experience a desperate situation that is ten times more dangerous in the past, such as...

As soon as he thought of this, he severely crushed the memories of the past that had just arisen in his heart.

Could it be that Lao Tzu has grown his strength by eating and drinking and messing around a few days ago?

Is it possible?

Guo Zi became more and more bewildered.

The only possible explanation seems to be... Inexplicably, Guo Zi remembered the palm that Chen Ze slapped him on the shoulder before leaving.

Will it be the son?

……………………

"happy!"

Meng Yang, who had retreated back to Xiyun City, laughed loudly, ignoring the blood stains all over his body, and rushed to the top of the city to give Chen Ze a big hug.

"Brother, I really belong to you!"

"Eh? Huh?"

However, what Meng Yang didn't expect was that Chen Ze seemed to be wandering into the sky at this time. His hug made Chen Ze startled, and he wanted to resist instinctively. When he saw that the person in front of him was Meng Yang, he stopped. struggle.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Sensing something different, Meng Yang let go of Chen Ze, speaking with concern.

"without."

Chen Ze rubbed his nose, and said perfunctorily, "Just now I was out of my mind."

"Thinking about something?"

Meng Yang looked left and right, put his head in front of Chen Ze, leaned into his ear and whispered mysteriously: "Are you tired from consuming too much mana?"

"Mana?"

Chen Ze took a step back and looked at Meng Yang in a daze, but saw him give him a look that I understood, and leaned forward again, "Don't worry, brother, we have been trusted by you, and I, Lao Meng, will never tell your secret." go out!"

really……

Chen Ze smiled wryly, knowing that Meng Yang must have guessed something.

The general star can only be attached to others. Once the general star is possessed, the subsequent increase in strength can be felt by the individual, and it is impossible to hide it.

Back then, even the coachman Li Quan'an could detect it, not to mention Meng Yang, a veteran who knew his strength well.

Before Chen Ze was wondering why Meng Yang acted like nothing happened when Cheng Yu's general star was attached to Meng Yang. It turned out that he had already noticed it, but the situation was urgent and Meng Yang never had a chance to ask.

It's just that this guy seems to be thinking wildly on his own, and he made up for himself a Chen Banxian who can cast demons.