On the Wasteland Battlefield of the Wasteland Continent.
Zhao Chan looked at the hundreds of thousands of barbarians in the distance with a solemn expression.
"Commander, let me go. They're just a few hundred thousand clowns. There's nothing to be afraid of!"
At this moment, Feng Yunhe rode an exotic beast and walked forward.
He was full of iron-blooded murderous aura. One look at him was enough to make one tremble in fear.
When Zhao Chan heard this, she waved her right hand. Feng Yunhe immediately shut up and retreated resentfully.
"Old Feng, you haven't changed your habit of being impatient!"
Mei Caigan smiled when he saw Feng Yunhe's expression.
"Yes, General Feng has always been willing to do anything to obtain military merits!"
"That's right! Last time, because General Feng was too impatient, he accidentally fell into the enemy's trap! We lost tens of thousands of brothers. If not for General Zhao's brilliance, I'm afraid our army would have suffered heavy losses! "
Hearing these voices, Feng Yunhe's expression turned ugly. He opened his mouth but was unable to refute.
For military merits, he had always been at the forefront.
No matter what kind of dangerous job it was, he would snatch it.
In the end, he had indeed accumulated outstanding military merits. His prestige in the army was like the sun in the sky.
However, the unexpected was always the case.
Half a year ago, he led the army and accidentally fell into the enemy's trap. In the end, he lost tens of thousands of brothers.
In that battle, he cried for three days and three nights. He guarded the coffin of his dead brothers for three days.
If not for General Zhao's scolding, he would have been dispirited for the rest of his life.
Ever since he woke up, he worked even harder and was even more cautious.
No matter what enemy he faced, he would think from the other party's perspective.
Because of this, he once again led the army to achieve outstanding military merits.
The 100,000 Red Flame Wolf Riders under his command were like a sharp knife that swept through everything on the battlefield.
He had repeatedly achieved military merits, but he never dared to ask for military merits.
Every time he received a reward from Zhao Chan, he rejected it without hesitation.
This was the last battle on the Wasteland Continent.
After this battle, he was prepared to accept the military merits he had obtained.
When he saw that the main force of the barbarian army was so weak, he was afraid that the barbarians would take away all the military merits.
Therefore, he was anxious again this time.
"Alright!"
Zhao Chan shouted, and the surrounding generals immediately shut their mouths, no longer saying anything.
Zhao Chan's might had already been planted in their hearts. It was deeply rooted and could not be shaken.
"Marshal, they are not moving. It seems that they want us to attack first," Mei Caigan said.
"You're right. Their behavior is obviously to lure us into their trap!" Zhao Chan said.
"Marshal, what's there to be afraid of? Any trap is useless in front of strength. Let me go and meet them!" Feng Yunhe said.
"No!"
Zhao Chan waved her hand. "Don't act rashly before we figure out what their trap is!"
"Marshal, let me check it out!"
At this moment, Chamofin stepped forward.
Zhao Chan looked at Chamofin with a dignified expression.
His concealment skills had reached a superb level.
As long as he did not encounter a Divine level expert, no one could see through his concealment skills.
However, if he were to encounter a Divine level expert, he would not be able to return.
Thinking of this, Zhao Chan raised her eyebrows and thought that things were not good.
"They actually dared to accept a battle with a great disparity in strength!"
"With the character of the barbarian patriarch, he would have surrendered long ago. Why do they still dare to resist and lure us into a trap? There must be someone behind them!"
"It's very likely that it's someone from the Divine Race! It might even be the Pharaoh! "
Thinking of this, Zhao Chan instantly understood as if the clouds had cleared and she had seen the sun.
"No need!"
"There's no need to fight with a great disparity in strength!"
Speaking of this, Zhao Chan looked at everyone with a dignified expression.
"Generals, listen to my order!"
"Here!"
Everyone clasped their fists together.
"Everyone, attack together. Kill ten miles forward. If you see the barbarians escape, do not pursue!" Zhao Chan said.
"Yes, Marshal!"
Soon, the generals returned to the army one by one and began to make arrangements.
A moment later.
"Dong dong …"
The war drums sounded, low and shocking, making people's blood boil.
"Kill!"
The sound of killing shook the sky.
Millions of troops, like a torrent, rushed toward the barbarians.
Seeing this scene, the barbarian soldiers' faces changed drastically.
"What to do? What to do? Marshal! "
"The patriarch's order is to fight with them!"
With this sound, the barbarians' attack horn also began to sound.
Hundreds of thousands of ten-meter-tall huge soldiers stepped on the ground and went straight for the Slaughter God Temple army.
Soon, the two armies intertwined.
A barbarian soldier, holding a huge mace, aimed at the ground, and smashed it down.
That terrifying power made people's scalp tingle.
However, the soldiers of the Slaughter God Temple were not afraid at all.
Their figures scattered at the same time, and the mace hit nothing.
The barbarian soldier was about to withdraw the long mace.
Only to hear a "puchi" sound.
A long spear pierced directly into his chest.
This barbarian soldier staggered and fell heavily to the ground. After twitching a few times, he did not move.
On the other side.
"Come on, boys!"
Feng Yunhe held the two truncheons in his hand, aimed forward, and threw out the truncheons.
"Swoosh …"
The truncheons rotated like a whirlwind, and wherever it went, it was cut open.
"Boom! Boom! Boom … "
One by one, the barbarian soldiers' bodies exploded, and they died tragically.
When the truncheons returned to Feng Yunhe's hands, hundreds of barbarian soldiers' bodies fell in front of him.
In the broken body, the heart was still beating slightly.
It looked like an Asura hell.
Such scenes played out everywhere on the battlefield.
The general of the Slaughter God Temple was like an Asura descending. Wherever he went, there was a storm of blood, and no one could stop half a step.
He saw that Xiao Qingfeng was holding a huge shield in his hand.
He aimed forward and blasted it.
"Buzz …"
Layers of ripples shook the air.
These ripples wrapped hundreds of barbarian soldiers in front of the big shield.
Their bodies were involuntarily twisted.
Finally.
"Boom! Boom … "
The sound of explosions continued to ring out.
These hundreds of people did not even let out a scream before they exploded into piles of minced meat. They were dead.
Seeing this horrible scene, the barbarian soldiers were scared out of their wits. Horror was written all over their faces.
Command Center.
"Commander, quickly give the order to retreat. If we delay, it will be too late. These soldiers will all die here." A general said.
"No!"
The barbarian commander waved his hand, "The order of the patriarch is to let us hold on for a quarter of an hour before we talk about retreat. If we don't listen, we will be punished by military law!"
"Commander, the general is outside, military orders are not obeyed. If we delay, the soldiers will not see the sun tomorrow." The general's face was full of bitterness.
The barbarian commander frowned, and hesitation was written all over his face.
When he saw the barbarian soldiers fall like wheat, he could not help but grit his teeth and began to give orders.
"Commander, something bad has happened!"
At this time, a messenger rushed in.
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