Eastern mythology system

Chapter 141
General John looked at the stone beam that looked like a hill, it broke apart amidst the roaring explosion, and then fell down.

After a while, and it seemed like a long time, there was a loud noise no less than the explosion just now from the bottomless Grand Canyon.The ground beneath his feet was shaking like an earthquake.

No matter how deep the Grand Canyon is, after all, it does not really lead to the bottomless abyss, and the broken stone beams will still fall to the bottom of the canyon.

Maybe the bottom of the valley is really unfathomable, the sound of the stone beam falling is very low, slightly worse than the sound of an explosion.But the vibrations under his feet were far beyond what the explosions caused by manpower could compare to.

I saw the sand and rocks rolling down from the mountain body of the Grand Canyon, the dust was flying, and the cliffs at the north and south ends seemed to be peeling off in pieces, and then fell to the bottom of the valley.

With the huge shape of the stone beam, its weight is almost impossible to estimate, coupled with the terrible impact of falling from a high altitude, it is not impossible to say that it is not impossible to collapse the cliffs on both sides of the Grand Canyon.

The Aberdeen army, regardless of the captain, General Qian, or ordinary soldiers, all retreated several feet back in fright.

On the other hand, the Taranto side didn't know whether they had been prepared long ago or were bold and skilled, but they all stood where they were, unmoved in the slightest.

When the dust settled, all eyes were focused on the huge "bridge" built by nature's ingenious hands.

I saw that the stone beam did not completely collapse, but the middle, relatively "slender" part broke and disappeared.

The entire stone beam is about [-] feet long, and the fracture in the middle accounts for about one-third.

But this gap of ten feet has become a natural moat at the north and south ends of the Grand Canyon, which can no longer be crossed.

Nearly [-] troops retreated in panic, stood still, and then stared blankly ahead, as if they had lost their ability to speak.

The cold wind blew past, and the scene looked a little weird.

The voice from the enemy's coach became clearer, louder, and even faintly oppressive.

"The way you want to go has been broken."

"Where you want to go, which way to go, is not up to you, nor is it up to your generals and commanders, but I have the final say."

"If I don't let you go, you will have nowhere to go! The way I want you to go, you have to go if you don't want to go!"

"When I came here, I won eight games in a row. Are you very proud and proud? I let you win on purpose, idiot! On the other way, I also prepared eight levels for you. You should try to see if you can pass it safely. , go back to your hometown."

"Don't try to escape or hide, you can't escape and you can't avoid it. Your General John, who thought he was the No. I led him by the nose. I told him to go east, but he never dared to go west. I asked him to break through the carefully arranged eight checkpoints, but he had no choice but to obey obediently. Hahaha!"

The arrogant laughter, pushed by the powerful golden grudge, fluttered unscrupulously in the air of the entire Grand Canyon.

I don't know if it was because of the huge shock of the breaking of the stone beam, or because of the heart-warming words of the famous Riga general Frankie, the generals of the Aberdeen army stood in place like sculptures, as if they had lost the ability to move.

General John, the commander of the army who was ridiculed, had a gloomy face, as if water was about to drip.The surrounding generals were afraid of bad luck, and no one dared to focus on him.But he still felt that everyone's expressions were weird, and he might be laughing at himself in his heart.

The weird feeling that has been lingering in my heart, the sense of unreality brought about by the too easy eight-game winning streak, and the vaguely unreasonable guess that I have fallen into the enemy's trap, now through Frankie's words, I finally got it. confirmed.

The doubts about one's own abilities that once appeared like ghosts, breed and grow wildly like weeds after the rain, and even overwhelm the anger.The helplessness and powerlessness brought about by this in turn deepen and amplify the anger in my heart.

Anthony has been watching the army coach silently, and at this moment he can only sigh silently in his heart.

In any case, General John, as the commander of the counter-rebel army, should respond to the enemy's words at this moment.Swearing, scolding, rebutting, or even messing around is much better than being silent.

What do the generals and soldiers under him think of this kind of "default" response?Is the morale of the army still down?

General John was silent, but Master Juggernaut had something to say.

"This Riga man is too arrogant and treats us all like fools."

If he could, he really wanted to rush over and split that so-called mainland general in half with a single sword.He is not good at talking and marching, but if he is singled out, he is not afraid of this Riga gold fighter at all.

The fracture of the Grand Canyon, which seems insurmountable to ordinary people, is still difficult for the majestic "Blue Sword Master".

But this idea can only be thought about in his heart. He knows very well that it is impossible for Riga people to fight alone.

If the army pushes over, it will be the dozens of people on the opposite side who are surrounded by him; if he rushes over the cliff, he will be surrounded by dozens of masters on the opposite side and beat him alone. Master Caton is not so stupid.

Well, maybe two.

He turned to look at Anthony.

"Boy, can you still use that trick?"

Anthony glanced at him and shook his head slowly.

For such a heaven-defying magic weapon as Zhanxian Flying Knife, being able to use it once is already a great luck.It is a bit greedy to expect to use it as you want like ordinary weapons.

Carton let out a disappointed cry, but he wasn't too surprised.

With a wave of Anthony's left hand, the brilliance of magic flashed past, and his voice was transmitted far away.

"Crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the territory of the Brilliant Empire, there are countless talented people and strange men. General Franky said this, is he a bit too self-important? For example, the last time he was on the outskirts of the imperial capital, the general faced the unknown countryside below. Boy, I'm afraid I didn't expect that I would end up running away in embarrassment with my tail between my legs. If I had been more serious and worked harder at that time, maybe the general would have left his life there, and he wouldn't be as high-spirited as he is now. So, it’s best not to talk too much, lest you will be the one who loses face in the end. General, do you think this is the case?”

Anthony's voice was flat and gentle, far inferior to General Franky's arrogance and sharpness.But the meaning in the words was like a needle hidden in the cotton, pointing at the vital point, and the Aberdeen soldiers felt shocked when they heard it.

But the young man had no joy in his heart, only a touch of helplessness.

If he could, he really didn't want to be in the limelight, since he was already doing it for him.However, the righteous master cherishes words like gold, and it is difficult to open a golden mouth.

Franky stared at the northern end of the Grand Canyon, and his eyes shot over like lightning, nailing Anthony.

Whether it is the identity of the special envoy, personal strength or past achievements, today's Anthony can no longer be regarded as "obscure".As the number one star in the mainland platoon, Frankie would naturally not ignore this important figure in the enemy's formation.

And the encounter in the outskirts of the imperial capital gave him an intuitive and personal experience of the martial arts strength of this talented boy.

But what I didn't expect was that, apart from the frighteningly high level of martial arts, the young man's mind was also meticulous and keen.The heart attack plan carefully arranged and executed by him was about to be accomplished, but he stepped in and the effect was greatly reduced.

As for the sarcasm in Anthony's words, Franky didn't take it to heart at all.Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. Frankie has been in battle for a long time, and it's not like he has never lost.

"Mr. Anthony is exceptionally talented and powerful in martial arts. This general admires him. However, winning on the battlefield is completely different from individual fighting. When the two armies are at war, Mr. will know that no matter how powerful an individual is, in battle It’s hard to do much.”

Out of the corner of Frankie's eyes, he glanced at the livid General John, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"It's a pity that Mr. Anthony is not the commander-in-chief. Otherwise, with his mind and strategy, he will surely be able to fight classic battles with this general. It will be recorded in the annals of history for future generations to study and study. It is unknown. As for General John, hehe, no Whether you mention it or not, hahaha!"

His voice is also full of air, full of aggression.But compared with before, it can be regarded as very polite.

Anthony received the praise and approval of the famous mainland general, and he was unhappy instead of worrying, secretly screaming that it would be bad.

This plan to sow dissension is so simple and straightforward, everyone can see it with a little effort, it is not very clever.

But there is no distinction between high and low strategies, the most important thing is to see whether they are effective.

Just now, in order to avoid the low morale of the army, he lost a game before the official battle, so he had no choice but to speak.

And Franky was worthy of the aura of a famous general, with sharp eyesight and an extremely keen sense of smell, so he immediately took advantage of this opportunity to counterattack.

Regardless of whether General John has seen through Franky's strategy and intentions, in front of the tens of thousands of Aberdeen troops, his face has really been slapped once.Regardless of intentional or not, he did play the role of an assister.

With General John's heart and character, Anthony would not believe it if he said that he had no grievances.

Just as he was about to speak, General John, who had been motionless over there, suddenly waved his hand and shouted violently:
"Fire arrows!"

Following the commander's order, the archers who had been preparing secretly for a long time all released their hands holding the bowstring.The strong bow that had been drawn into the full moon suddenly bounced back to its original shape, and the long arrow flew into the sky at high speed under the strong thrust.

In an instant, the rain of arrows covered the sky, covering the sunlight.

The rain of arrows, like a swarm of locusts, moved quickly, covering the opposite side of the Grand Canyon in the blink of an eye.

General Riga was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly laughed.That smile was full of contempt and sarcasm.

"It's a matter here, and we really should retreat. It's not a big deal for General John to send us off so grandly. If you have this thought, why not think about how to break through the barrier. On the way ahead, I, Frankie, will wait for you. Looking at you. Hahahaha!"

The speed of the arrows was very fast, before he could speak halfway, the dense long arrows had already shot in front of him.

But at a distance of several tens of feet, the grudge of the "Azure Sword Master" could not pose a threat to the Riga Golden Warriors, let alone the "elite shooters" from the perspective of ordinary people.

Without even making any extra movements, Frankie turned around abruptly while speaking, and strode away, turning a blind eye to the long arrows that were shining with cold light.

But the rain of arrows shot not far in front of him, and they couldn't advance an inch, and fell down one after another.

Looking at the others, although they don't have Frankie's top strength, they are all rare masters.While slowly retreating, while dodging or blocking, the posture is extremely relaxed.

At such a distance, the long arrows had already lost their maximum strength and speed, and with enough time for them to react, it was naturally not difficult to deal with them.

As a result, a dense round of arrows rained down, and it was hard to leave even a single hair on the other side.

Such a cruel fact caused the anti-insurgency army, which had just recovered a little morale, to fall into the bottom of the valley like a broken stone beam just now.

"... On the road ahead, I, Frankie, will be waiting for you, waiting for you. Hahahaha!"

The public laughter of the famous Riga general was like the scream of a devil, which caused a boundless chill in the hearts of every Aberdeen soldier.

This man, can we beat him?

General John was already regretting it.

He is too impulsive.

I don't know if Franky's title has brought him too much pressure, or some other reason.It was obviously a very simple and naive strategy, and he could see it at a glance.But after seeing it, he couldn't help but lose his composure after being easily provoked by the other party.

Tens of thousands of troops faced dozens of people, but they couldn't help each other.The futile rain of arrows at the end made this helpless fact even more prominent.

Is there anything more demoralizing than this?

But as the coach, General John does not need to apologize to anyone, nor does he need to explain to anyone.

He turned his head to look at his adjutant.

"Apart from this official road, what other routes can I take?"

The adjutant quickly glanced at the face of his boss, bowed his head and replied: "General, you can go back to Gulin Town and then turn northeast. There is a road going north near the border of Burgundy Province. , or return to Aberdeen."

"It's just..." the adjutant added cautiously, "That road is half as long as the official road, and the road conditions are too difficult to use for the army."

General John's eyes widened: "Is there any other route?"

"No, no more..." The adjutant's voice trembled slightly, and his waist became lower and lower.

As a senior general of the counter-insurgency army, whether it is General John, his adjutant, or other generals with more than a thousand generals, no one knows the main terrain routes of Taranto.

General John's question...

The voice of the domineering Riga man involuntarily sounded in the adjutant's mind:

"If I don't let you go, you will have nowhere to go! The way I want you to go, you have to go if you don't want to go!"

(End of this chapter)