Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 299 Execution of the Saint!Let them feel the shock of the human race

Beheading plan?

Hearing this word, Nangong Yu's expression became a bit stern.

The average combat power of the monster race is actually not much stronger than that of the human race, but they win because of their large numbers.

The amount of cannon fodder is large.

There are also many masters.

In terms of strength, the big demon can fight against the pacesetters in the human realm and the enlightened realm, and the demon king is even stronger.

Now that there is no restriction in the Central Plains, the Yaozu will not be suppressed in any way when they enter the Central Plains.

Just the number of demon kings can make people tremble, let alone the big demon?

If a strong man of this level is determined to assassinate, it will be difficult for low-end combat power to affect them. They will pose a great threat to key officials, and even figures at the king level must be on guard at all times.

If the number is not at the same level, it is difficult to effectively block it.

hiss……

It's a bit uncomfortable.

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Don't worry! It's not that you can't deal with it. The beheading plan is better than continuing to die! I'm a little worried now. These iron-headed boys held a meeting and ended up continuing to die."

"Too!"

Nangong Yu nodded in agreement.

As the deputy commander of this war, he knew how terrible the consumption of gunpowder was in the previous period.

The reason why the seven frontier cities are evenly matched is because the gunpowder suppresses low-end combat power enough. Although it has little effect on the monsters with high cultivation base and strong physique, it isolates all the cannon fodder that occupies most of the monster tide. Sometimes massive cannon fodder is the key to victory.

but now.

The gunpowder has bottomed out.

Once the supply of gunpowder is cut off, the seemingly solid defense line of the seven frontier cities is likely to collapse instantly.

At that time, the front line is broken head-on, which will undoubtedly cause a great blow to the morale of the army.

A large number of big and small demons poured into the Central Plains, and the people and courts were in chaos at the same time.

This kind of result is more unacceptable than the death of a king-level leader.

That's why Ying Wuji chose this style of play regardless of cost.

Fortunately.

The Yaozu panicked first.

But it depends on how panicked they are.

"but……"

Nangong Yu pondered for a moment: "Have you ever thought that there is another possibility?"

Ying Wuji squinted his eyes: "The demon sage takes the lead and takes the lead?"

"Ok!"

Nangong Yu nodded.

There are seven great saints in the Yaozu.

Although there are human saints, not all of them are good at fighting. When Ji Tong was alive, he was the most powerful saint, but Ji Tong barely reached the level of the monster saint.

In the previous battle, the seven demon saints, Ying Wuji and Huang Nu tacitly did not choose to make a move, it was entirely because AOE couldn't bear it.

Ying Wuji felt sorry for his soldiers.

The seven demon saints were worried that Ying Wuji would lead troops to kill a certain ethnic group, and their mentality would collapse.

As for the saints of the Hundred Schools, Mo Sheng Jidong is gone, Bing Sheng has never been there since the ancestor of the Nangong family passed away, the Yin Yang family has declined and merged into Taoism, the Zongheng family has not been seen for many years, and the famous masters are not mentioned.

For so many years before the reform, because of the reforms of other countries, the Dharma Saints of Yan State also made contributions with intentions but disagreed with each other, and finally died of depression.

In fact, only Taishang Guan Taoist Sheng Qingwei, Confucianist Meng Yuan, and Wu Wen, who has just stepped into the realm of saints and took charge of Mohism, are left.

The others... are masters who have realized the state of the gods.

They want to make a move.

Ying Wuji was worried that they would cause too much hatred, which would easily cause the seven demon saints to attack, so he persuaded them.

But in fact, there are only so many human saints in total, including Ying Wuji and Huangnu, there are only five in total.

If a battle between saints really breaks out on the battlefield, and you want to defend the seven cities...

The human race is afraid of death.

I am even more afraid that the demon saint will take the lead in smashing!
This is definitely the most dangerous situation.

Ying Wuji smiled, "Brother Nangong, do you dare to be a demon saint?"

"Ah……"

Nangong Yu's pupils froze, and a look of arrogance suddenly appeared on his usually serious face: "Did you look down on the Empress of Bing Sheng?"

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "That's good! The saints think the same way, anyway, they are desperate, who is not desperate? Those seven old bastards think that among the human race, there is no one except me and Ji Dong who can fight. It's time to give them a little shock!

We might die here.

But I can guarantee that they will not have a better time!
As long as the demon saint makes a move, as long as they fail, they will completely give up the cannon fodder sea.

Get through this wave.

We've won this battle.

Beheading action, let them behead, we have plenty of time to spend with them! "

"it is good!"

Nangong Yu nodded heavily.

Ying Wuji took a deep breath: "These days, let's stand still. If they continue to attack the city, we will continue to greet them with full artillery. Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, anyway, we are not afraid of going all out."

"Ok!"

Nangong Yu nodded and left directly.

He also wanted to take advantage of this free time to heal his injuries as soon as possible. Even he couldn't stand such a super-intensive battle.

Rest for a few days.

Prepare to be desperate.

Ying Wuji rubbed his frowning brows, this time the monster tide is really too fierce, if their leader is Ji Dong, a lunatic, and none of the monster tide army is so emotionally fearless, it is definitely forced The rhythm of rolling over.

Fortunately, Yaozu has never been a clan.

The more aggressive you are.

The more likely they are to disintegrate internally.

……

The land in Outland, which was originally lush with water and grass, has become bare at some point.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and rancidity.

All over the mountains and plains, there are all wounded monsters.

Flies flew around, and many wounds had begun to rot.

Wails came and went.

Somewhere on a hill.

"do not fight!"

"Resolutely don't fight!"

"My wife, Niu Huanxi, exploded, how can you beat me if you tell me?"

The bull demons are furious. They have the blood of the ancient god cows in their clan. They are the best choice for attacking the city and hitting the wall. Therefore, they have always been the first to fight. Although they are physically strong, those despicable human races are really disgusting. .

If you shoot, shoot!

Can you not choose the lower third road of the cow?

of course.

This is not the most important thing.

Although Niu Huanxi was blacked out, it was not a fatal injury.

What annoys him the most is that there are very few ethnic groups whose ground troops can cross the artillery coverage line, and his ethnic group is one of them.

Breaking through the defense line is sometimes not a good thing.

Because they have to face the most elite troops of the human race, what can these troops say...

Specify the water that has been used.

It's okay to be physically strong, but Huante Niang's spells fly around, which is not the quality of a normal human soldier at all. The charge with formation makes the herd collapse.

Therefore, it resulted in a result that made the Bull Demon Sage extremely irritable.

That is... His group has been covered by artillery, but it has suffered the most serious losses.

On the contrary, some ethnic groups who obviously couldn't bear the artillery, and those who gave up charging from the beginning, are still doing well now.

"If you kill him, you won't rush!"

Bull Demon Saint's tone was affirmative.

Some demon kings of the same ethnic group who suffered heavy losses followed suit.

The demon king is the demon king of the ethnic group. If the ethnic group drops sharply, it is not to say that it is reduced to the point where reproduction is difficult. It is only said that if the status quo is maintained for a few days, even if the human dynasty is really destroyed, its own ethnic group is likely to be suppressed by natural enemies.

We fight to make ourselves happy.

How can we be happy with all the ethnic groups?

"Old cow!"

Chijiri Mahou said in a deep voice: "The artillery is not an ordinary thing. It was consumed a lot in the past few days. As long as they run out of artillery within a month, we can break through their defense line immediately."

After careful calculation, according to the current loss rate of the demon tide, he can bear it for another whole month.

"Okay!"

The Bull Demon Sage snorted coldly: "Let you monkey clan go!"

Chijiri Mahou blushed as much as his buttocks.

He wanted to say that the monkey race's physique was not good, but if he said that, he would definitely be scolded by the old cow.

Everyone is not stupid, like Ming Jing in their hearts, they all think that other clans will give away demon heads and their own clan will pick peaches.

How can there be such a good thing in this world?
If the Monkey Clan was strong, he would of course be willing to give it a try, but unfortunately the Monkey Clan was relatively weak, so if he went there, he would give away the monkey head.

He stopped talking because he knew that those who opposed Lao Niu must have the same idea.

He wants to persuade others to exterminate their genocide.

But definitely not persuaded.

He sighed faintly, thinking that the memory passed down by his ancestors is indeed correct, the monster race is not good at fighting, even if they steal the human race's art of war, it won't work.

Because these distinct ethnic groups simply cannot obey the unified dispatch.

On the other hand, the human race has a good command, the rush that should be rushed, the protection that should be protected, even in the face of several times the enemy can be methodical.

Without this quality, even if the human army had artillery, it would be impossible to stop the demon tide.

Could it be...

Is the dynasty of the human race really worth learning from the monster race?

Just like changing form and learning the cultivation methods of the human race?
Chijiri Mahou was a little irritable, but he also didn't know what to say, because the other great sages were completely confused, and it would be fine to let them practice and fight by themselves, and it would be completely blind to involve the confrontation between the two armies.

at this time.

But a few more demon kings rushed over.

"Honorable Monkey, you come to comment. I brought the tree man here as a support, right? It doesn't matter if our tribe provides some food when you fight. The leaves on our foreheads have been wiped out by them, and they are still not satisfied. , I have to dig out the roots and eat them! What do these mean?"

"Isn't that hungry? I even asked our tribe to pull a big lump for you, enough for you to make up for it!"

"The roots are gone, I'll love your mother! You don't even want your face, you deserve to be eaten by the lion clan!"

"Lion tribe! By the way, Venerable Monkey, the lion tribe refuses to eat the carrion brought back from the battlefield, and insists on eating our clansmen. My little nephew died under the city wall. Now I can bear it if he turns into lion dung. Now my living eldest nephew is about to turn into lion dung, don't you care?"

"What do you do? You eat us, and they are not allowed to eat you?"

Red Chick Horse Monkey: "..."

He couldn't stand it anymore, and the problem he was most worried about still appeared.

logistics!

Something went wrong with the logistics!
Although he arranged for a special ethnic group to be responsible for the transportation, there is no saying that the Yaozu has no food, and everything has to be collected on the spot, which is a bit inefficient.

So I also brought some groups that grow leaves very fast, and counting the corpses recovered from the battlefield and the lush aquatic plants, the food for meat eaters and vegetarians, theoretically, there is enough food.

But there are too many.

This battlefield is huge, but compared to the millions of monster army, it seems too small.

Coupled with the high consumption of war, the leaves can't rise so fast at all.

In addition to the recent rainy season, the weather is a bit hot and humid. The stumps pulled from the battlefield will become smelly in a few days, and there are not so many carrion eaters. They naturally turned their attention to the ethnic group in their diet.

Usually can.

but now……

It doesn't seem to work.

Chijiri Mahou forcibly used words to appease the demon kings and sent them away, but he became even more anxious.

Anxiety doesn't just disappear.

It will only transfer from the mind of a demon to the mind of another monkey.

"Monkey Venerable!"

The Nether Tiger Sage couldn't help it anymore: "It's time to change our strategy. My third son eats rotten meat every day, and his stomach is almost full!"

Chijiri Mahou said with a sullen face: "Trust me! In the next month, we will increase our efforts to attack the city. As long as the artillery is exhausted, we will be able to push across."

"Humph!"

The Nether Tiger Sage snorted coldly: "What if the fight can't be finished?"

"will not!"

Chijiri Mahou stroked his beard and murmured: "I am Chijiri Mahou, who understands Yin and Yang, and understands human affairs. When Ying Wuji watched the battle with us, although he was very confident, I could hear it from his heartbeat. Suppressed. He is betting with us that if we continue to bet, he will definitely lose!"

The golden-winged roc looked serious: "But you have seen the situation now, how to solve the civil strife?"

Chijiri Mahou's tone was firm: "It's enough for the Seven Saints to jointly suppress it. When the defense line of the human race collapses, the small chaos in the area will break itself!"

"Stop talking!"

But the Bull Demon Sage sneered: "One more month of fighting? Will there be any bull clan after another month of fighting?"

Chijiri Horse Monkey: "It was just a temporary sacrifice..."

Overturning Sea Demon Jiao interrupted with a stern expression: "This human race is really good at fighting, and the more they have, the better they will take advantage. In my opinion, since we have a lot of great demon kings, we are most suitable for beheading operations, as long as we kill all their key figures. , they are bound to collapse."

Chijiri Mahou frowned: "We do have a large number of big demon kings, and the beheading operation can be carried out, but if we cross the seven frontier cities, we will lose half of our advantages. Beheading only kills key people, and civil disturbances cannot be too large. If the people are not chaotic, they will be able to use all their energy to fight against us."

"how?"

Niu Mosheng sneered: "Do you think they can stop all of our demon kings with all their energy?"

Chijiri Mahou frowned and pondered, and after a long time took a deep breath: "My idea is to attack again!"

Niu Mosheng was furious: "I hate you..."

Chijiri Mahou waved his hand to interrupt: "This time the seven of us will attack together, each attacking a city!"

The Bull Demon Saint wanted to refute something.

The Nether Tiger Sage nodded and said: "I agree! This is the last time, no matter how distressed you are, you won't be able to stand it this time! As long as it succeeds, we will be able to crush it. Let the low-cultivation monster go home quickly, I have fought enough of this kind of battle!"

Of course, what Chijiri Mahou thinks is that no matter what, he must continue to fight to the end, until the tolerance threshold of this war is reached.

But after Hu Sheng finished speaking, the other demon saints immediately agreed.

They are all demons, and the instinct in their blood is to continue the clan.

The high-intensity deaths in the past few days are really beyond their acceptable range.

The demon saints are all out.

If this line of defense can be breached, the army will run over it directly.

If it cannot be broken, the weak will simply retreat, and after a few years of development, they will become a bunch of big demons and demon kings.

Chijiri Mahou had no choice but to compromise.

Monster Race is not Human Race.

The great sage of the monster race is not the king of the human race.

He couldn't do what Ying Wuji ordered and prohibited.

For a while, I was a little envious.

……

Military aircraft camp.

"how?"

Ying Wuji asked in a deep voice.

In the military plane camp, apart from a group of high-ranking generals, there were also six communication symbols, which brought all the generals from the other six cities into the meeting.

In addition to the military figures, there are three old men with gray hair.

They don't have the ferocity of soldiers, but they have different temperaments. One of them is as gentle as jade, one is immortal, and the other has compassion in his eyes.

These are the three extant saints.

Taoist Qingwei.

Mo Shengwu asked.

Confucian saint Meng Yuan.

In addition to them, all the masters from the Central Plains Academy were also present.

Although they are literati, their destination should not be on the battlefield, but they have already turned their lifelong knowledge into books and left them in the academy. Finally, they have the opportunity to protect the Central Plains where the younger generations live with their frail bodies, so they came to the front line early , but was suppressed by Ying Wuji and not released on the grounds that "it's not yet time for literati to go all out".

Listening to the lively fight on the front line, they all felt a little itchy in their hearts.

Today, Ying Wuji finally called them over for a meeting.

look forward to.

All eyes fell on Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu cleared his throat: "It has been more than half a month since the last truce, but the monster army has not retreated, they just spread out to look for food, and the scout team came to report that their big monsters and monster kings have not reduced their numbers. The magic circles all over the Central Plains have not sensed a lot of monster energy."

"That is to continue fighting!"

Mi Xingli stood up, the marks left by the years on her body would fade a little only when she was alone with Ying Wuji.

Normally, in front of outsiders, she looks vigorous and resolute.

She arched her hands and bowed to all the saints and wives Yingying: "Everyone! I watched the stars at night, and the stars corresponding to the seven sages of the monster clan became brighter and brighter, forming a faint tendency to overthrow the Central Plains. This basically coincided with the movements of the monster clan army. , if my prediction is correct, within a few days, the seven frontier cities will usher in the strongest demon tide.

If carried over.

The morale of the Yaozu is bound to suffer.

I just want to succeed, I'm afraid it will be filled with human life, everyone..."

Wu Wen smiled heartily: "Since when did Mo Zhe ever fear death? The old man was just wronged, why is it our turn to act now!"

Meng Yuan didn't say much, just smiled without saying a word, with an indescribably leisurely and calm expression.

Daoist Qingwei smiled lightly and said: "I don't know how to arrange troops, I only know how to practice Taoism and use swords. If there is any arrangement, the poor Taoist will be at his beck and call!"

"You masters are kind and generous, I admire you!"

Ying Wuji was quite touched. No one wanted to see a saint join the battle, because if he made a move, the casualties on both sides would be at least two or three times.

But if the Yaozu strikes first, there is no reason for him to be afraid.

It is clear.

The masters of the school are not afraid, and the saints of the various families are not afraid.

He took a deep breath: "We don't know the monster clan's formation for the time being, but if they change places and they want to tear open the line of defense, it is very likely that the Seven Saints will attack the seven cities separately. As long as one city If they fall, they occupy a powerful city, and they will continue to invade the Central Plains.

The seven sages of the monster clan all use their fists to secure their positions, and not many can beat them by force.

So we have to use tactics. "

Meng Yuan asked, "What tactics?"

Ying Wuji took a deep breath: "Horse racing!"

race?

Everyone froze for a moment, not knowing what Ying Wuji meant.

But as Ying Wuji narrated, their eyes gradually lit up.

There are seven saints in the Yaozu.

The Golden-winged Roc, Sea-covering Demon Jiao and Chijiri Horse Monkey are the strongest.

Niu Mosheng was firmly in fourth place, and the remaining three were actually not much better than Ji Dong.

Humans here.

Ying Wuji and Huang Nu are confident that they have the ability to rival the top three saints.

Daoist Qingwei seldom makes a move, and he doesn't know how strong he is, but he majors in swordsmanship, talisman and thunder, and modestly expresses that his combat power may be a little bit better than that of ink saints and Confucian saints.

The other two saints, although they think that they are not necessarily stronger than those who are good at fighting, are willing to hold a saint each with their lives.

This force can basically guarantee the defense of the five cities.

Two other cities.

One was given to Nangong Yu and Nangong Yan, the two descendants of the soldiers.

The other one was handed over to the Legalist students led by Mi Xingli and Gongsundi.

Ying Wuji will leave an avatar between these two cities to support, to prevent a certain place from being defeated too quickly.

In short.

Just a word.

Everyone held back, Ying Wuji picked the weak persimmons, killed them as quickly as possible, and then led his troops to fight in other cities.

very risky.

But it's doable, and it's the best way to win.

Because there is Kunpeng's corpse as a transfer, whoever treats whom is completely up to him.

Set a small goal and kill all the other great sages of the monster race except the first three sages.

of course.

It's difficult.

Because once the battle of saints starts, it is very difficult to escape. Huangnu can only deal with one of the first three saints. Facing the other two, she will encounter great danger. No one can imagine the outcome.

After Ying Wuji finished his narration, he inexplicably felt a little guilty: "Everyone! This is just my idea. In this way, the pressure I face may be the least. Those who delay the other two monsters will definitely... If you think It's not appropriate, can we change another way?"

"Change?"

Wu Wen smiled and waved his hands: "Why do you want to change? Although we are not good at fighting, we are also real saints. Don't look down on me, you boy! I will take one of these two monsters!"

Meng Yuan smiled lightly: "If this battle is successful, the prosperous age will come, and the holy way of hundreds of schools can still be passed on to the world. What's the problem even if we die? Speaking of pressure, you are not the smallest, but the biggest ! Another ominous thing, the old man took it!"

Daoist Qingwei was a little unhappy: "You all picked it up, what are you doing, poor Taoist?"

Wu Wen patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Brother Qingwei, you Taoist disciples are going to use your fingers to form steel in various cities. You have no one under your command, so please part with each other and let these two ominous things go." Give us both!"

Qingwei still wanted to argue, but it was a pity that she didn't argue for a few more words, so she stopped talking after a few words.

Ying Wuji was silent, he didn't expect the three saints to fight over this hot potato.

It wasn't even a hot potato anymore.

How can a potato be so hot?
This game should be a pit of fire!
"it is good!"

He was also emotionally agitated out of thin air: "Since that's the case, then it's settled. This time, I will arrange the troops. When there is any movement from the monster clan, Huang Nu will lead everyone into the Kunpeng. Ladies and gentlemen Go back and rest, Wuji pays respects here!"

Say it.

He solemnly bowed to everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, returned their salutes one after another, and then left.

soon.

The military plane camp was empty.

Ying Wuji looked at Mi Xingli and asked, "Why are you here?"

Mi Xingli raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Why can't I come? If I don't come, how will you defend the last city?"

"But……"

"Nothing but!"

Mi Xingli stared into his eyes: "Other soldiers can die, but I can't die? Speaking of which, I was also a leader who fought in battle, but I never fought with you side by side. Looking back, I can't be reconciled! "

"Where is the capital?"

"It's enough to have Zhao Ning handle political affairs and take care of the formation!"

"but……"

"Don't be mother-in-law, anyone can die in the central plains of the human race today. You don't have to blame my humanity. Now that I have a lot of supernatural powers, I should appear on the battlefield. I discussed these with Zhao Ning. And not only I'm here, Zhao Zheng and Ying Jian are here."

"Fuck!?"

Ying Wuji was stunned: "Crazy! How long have these two just broken through to the soldier state? Didn't this send them to death? Where are they, find them out for me!"

"I can't figure it out. Where did they get the secret mission from Zhao Ning? How do I know where they are?"

Seeing his nervousness, Mi Xingli couldn't help but blinked her eyes provocatively: "Let's talk about the two Zhuanxu emperors, are they in a serious soldier's realm? In short, leave it alone.

One of these two is crazy, the other is born to kill embryos, and they are almost [-]. If they don't experience life and death a few times, how can they take the lead in the future?
Beloved, like killing a child, do you understand? "

Ying Wuji choked for a moment: "But there are many important people in the royal city. Once the frontline battle is over, the pressure they will face will not be small at all, so why..."

"Do you want to know what Zhao Zheng thinks?"

"What do you think?"

"He thinks it's just a guard, and at most it's a little credit. When will you admit that you are his father?"

"..."

"Children are not stupid, but adults are more hypocritical than each other."

"It's not hypocritical, forget it! You don't understand..."

"You think this battle, if you can't become a saint and become an ancestor in time, you might not live for a few years after the war, right? Are you afraid that the child will have a father who will be lost again?"

"..."

Ying Wuji was silent, he felt that his wives seemed to know him a little too well.

There is a life worthy of krypton.

Don't wait for nothing to cry.

He obviously didn't tell them.

Just thinking about it, yeah!Who in this world can't die?

A few young people can still disregard life and death.

Are you still struggling with what to do next?
"How old is he, he's still as hypocritical as he was when he was young."

Mi Xingli laughed lightly, the strength she had just melted away a lot, and her eyes became a lot gentler, she tidied up her clothes for Ying Wuji, and leaned gently in his arms.

But at this moment.

A faint traction force suddenly came.

Ying Wuji's pupils shrank, and he quickly looked in the direction of Yaoyu.

This is coming?

(End of this chapter)