Invincible little uncle

Chapter 329 50. Irreversible Defeat
Outside the window, the sound of fighting came and went.

The horrific red-pants alluring young man has broken through the outermost battleship, sitting on the side of the ship, stepping on his left leg, with a terrifying bloody knife leaning on his inner thigh.

The black bear with its eyes gouged out was holding the crumpled red gourd, chanting words, standing in the pile of newly dead people, the blood that was originally scattered on the ground seemed to have life.

The blood that was originally flowing along the dry and dark deck, like branching branches, suddenly flew up, like dozens of red snakes drilling towards the mouth of the gourd.

After a short while, the blind man shook the gourd, and when there was no more swaying sound, he bowed his head respectfully and handed it to the boy.

The alluring young man "Jie Jie" smiled, grabbed the gourd, raised his head like drinking wine, a stream of blood flowed from his Adam's apple, making his face even more beautiful and seductive.

After handing over the gourd, Xiong Xiazi hastily stretched out his claws to pick it up.

The coquettish young man looked at the still evenly matched battlefield in front of him. The ghost soldiers and the big Zhou warriors were bounded by the bow of the ship, and they were fighting close to each other. Under the pale moonlight, there were two distinct black and white lines.

Looking back over the line of sight, it seems that there is still no fire, and they are still fighting.

It can be seen that those ghost soldiers who marched from the water to the rear and still broke down the warship have not been captured.

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The coquettish boy's name is Jiu Tun, and he is the evil spirit of Fusang Ghost Country.

He clapped his palms, and the dense ghost generals behind him climbed onto the side of the ship, and even rushed to the distance. Among them was Wang Tao, the vanguard general, and the fairy gourd with three flying knives hidden in his waist. still available.

One cold light, two cold lights, three cold lights.
Directly tear open a hole in the dam-like defense line in front.

There was a panic commotion among the soldiers defending Da Zhou, but the ghost soldiers had already entered through the opening, as if terrifying hands were about to tear the cloth brocade.

The participation of ghost generals directly led to the collapse of the front line.

"Marshal, let's go, so we don't have to worry about no firewood to keep the green hills!"

A middle-aged general whose face was covered in sweat and whose chest armor was cut to pieces was still bleeding, but the marshal in white in front of him was indifferent.

The marshal he was talking about was naturally abandoned in vain.

Seeing that the front line was almost leaking, the middle-aged general couldn't care less, and roared with a wave of his hand: "Brothers, raise soldiers for a thousand days, this is the time, die for the country, and die for what you deserve! Come with me, charge and kill!" Bar!"

The fierce soldiers who were originally surrounded by a small black circle had a murderous aura hidden in each of them, obviously they had fought among the dead, and they were also elite soldiers.

Seeing the command of the middle-aged general, the soldiers of about two hundred uniforms suddenly moved.

One hundred swords drawn.

One hundred crossbows.

The crossbow shot, and in the darkness, the sound of arrows screamed and screamed.

The one who drew the sword rushed forward with a sense of madness.

But the one who raised the crossbow was extremely calm, and followed suit afterwards, raising the crossbow from time to time to shoot at the ghost soldiers who were not noticed by the forward armored soldiers.

This is a rushing momentum combined with formations. No matter who draws a knife to charge or shoots with a crossbow, they are all faintly integrated, just like one person.

The torn front line slowly healed again.

The fierce soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty fought to such an extent that they were all red-eyed, and it didn't matter whether they could live or not.

After all, what was in front of him was an evil spirit, and it was impossible to surrender.

And the middle-aged blood-stained general turned around to look at the still motionless marshal in white.

"Marshal Bai, didn't you teach me not to let the sacrifice go to waste?"

The general's name and face are the way to go.

At this moment, he quietly looked at the man behind him. Although this man was cold and almost ruthless with his troops, he could always win at the lowest cost.

Those victims who were thrown away by him as bait and "abandoned sons" all played the greatest value.

Therefore, the phrase "don't let the sacrifice be in vain" is often on his lips.

The two looked at each other.

Naturally understand each other's meaning.

With such a change in Fusang, he needs to return quickly, notify the king, and take precautions early, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable, and he will be crossed by the playful ghost, landed in the shallows, and then cover up and kill the Great Zhou Dynasty that is singing and dancing.

Who can stop?

Immortals against evil spirits.

But this evil spirit's mode of "ghosts create ghosts, endlessly, relying on battles to support wars, growing stronger and stronger like a snowball" is really terrifying and terrifying.

Looking at the situation in front of him, I am afraid that the whole Fusang has become a ghost country, and all the people in Fusang have turned into ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

Therefore, Marshal Bai, you must go, the sooner you go, the better.

"Take the road, this time it's different, I can't go."

Bai Qi smiled and pointed behind him.

The middle-aged blood-stained general looked behind the marshal and looked at the bottom of the sea in the distance. The dense black shadows stirred, and the soldiers who unfortunately fell into the sea could be dragged and sank in an instant, and then they stopped struggling. Obviously It's dead.

Look again.

There are many black spots like this floating on the surface of the sea.

"This"

Yan Qudao was stunned.

Between life and death, Bai Qi did not panic, "Take the way, today I will teach you the last lesson."

He slowly pulled out the long sword with a silver falcon carved on his waist, his eyes shone with a terrifying light, "There is no emotion on the battlefield, victory or defeat is the most important thing, if you want to succeed, you must know how to be willing.

If you give up, you can gain, and if you give up, you can get. Mediocre people are always reluctant, so they lose more, but if you give up deliberately, others may endure the pain of bleeding in the heart?
It doesn't matter, today, I am also an abandoned child.

Today, our mission has changed from conquering Fusang to passing information back to Dazhou.

We still have a glimmer of hope. "

Abandoned?

Yan Qudao was a little stunned.

If Marshal Bai is also an abandoned son, then who is he protecting?
He no longer has to guess.

Because Bai Qi has already shouted: "King Shenwu, Fusang has suffered an accident, please return to Dazhou quickly, report to the emperor, and make preparations early."

The body is like rolling thunder, passing on the frosty white waves under the night and moon.

Not far away, the alluring young man suddenly smiled, and jumped over barefoot. With a sharp smile, he swept out a flower with the long red knife in his hand, and bloody flowers and human heads rose one after another.

It was because of the participation of two hundred elite soldiers that the confrontation was temporarily stabilized, but it was completely out of balance.

The blood-stained general roared, regardless of life and death, he held up the head and rushed forward.

After Bai Qi roared this, he felt much more at ease. With the White Eagle sword drawn to the end, under the moonlight, he pointed at the naked boy in red pants, hooked his fingers provocatively, and looked up.

Admiral.

King to King.

Even if there is no chance of winning, this is his pride.

Jiu Tun seemed to feel the provocation, "Jie Jie" smiled, kicked his feet, and raised the big knife in the air, and chopped down head-on.

Bai Qi snorted coldly, decades of hard training, integrated into the long sword, and went to meet him.

thousands of meters away.

On board the Sparrow Tuanzi.

King Shenwu is carrying a big halberd, with a little girl in pink kimono standing beside him, and Shura-like figures squatting on the sides of the boat.

"Father, are you going to fight?"

Sakura asked softly.

(End of this chapter)