"Who did it?"

Zhao Lu was frightened and angry, and her voice was filled with a hint of anger.

Mo Hu and Liu Jiaqi's faces were not very good-looking, and they stared at Zang Dao, Feng Dian and Fu Sha with a dull look.

"It's Ao Ling, the Dragon King of the East China Sea!"

Zangdao answered honestly.

"Um?

Ao Ling?

I know him. I remember that although Ao Ling is a Jiaolong clan, he is just a seventh-level emperor beast. Even though he is strong and far superior to the seventh-level martial emperor, he will never be the opponent of you three. Why can’t you even keep food and grass?"

Zhao Lu said in surprise.

Zang Dao smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zhao Lu doesn't know that Ao Ling has broken through to become an eighth-level emperor beast! Moreover, his body contains the blood of the dragon clan and is very powerful. The three of us are suppressed and beaten by him!"

Zhao Lu was silent. He was quite clear about the combat power of the Jiaolong clan. If Ao Ling really broke through the eighth-level emperor beast, his strength would be amazing.

"If Ao Ling is really an eighth-level emperor beast, even if you three are not opponents, it should be fine to hold him up for a while. How could you give him the chance to destroy the food and grass?"

Mo Hu frowned and asked.

Feng Dian said helplessly: "There was someone instructing Ao Ling behind us. He was deceived and transferred from the mountain. After reacting, the food and grass would be... " Zhao Lu, Mo Hu and Liu Jiaqi looked ugly. Although Feng Dian had not finished speaking, they had already guessed the meaning of the latter's words.

"Zangdao, Fengdian and Fu Sha! Your poor escorts of food and grass have caused the most critical food and grass to be burned. What should you blame?"

Mo Hu roared in a panic.

This batch of food and grass is very important to the seven coalition forces. After all, there is not much food and grass left in Lingcheng, which is stationed by their seven coalition forces, and it can only last for seven days at most.

If there is no food and grass supply, the millions of troops in their Lingcheng will be in chaos. At that time, there will be no need to send troops from the Holy City, and they will be in trouble.

Zang Dao, Feng Dian and Fu Sha looked pale and lowered their heads, but they dared not refute.

The three of them knew the importance of this batch of food and grass, otherwise they would not have been able to send them three eighth-level martial emperors to escort them.

And they knew even more about the consequences of the failure of the escort. According to military law, they would be killed.

In other words, it is natural that Zhao Lu and the others will solve the problem on the spot.

Liu Jiaqi also looked angry and said, "All such important food and grass have been lost, so you should be killed!"

Zhao Lu waved his hand, stopped the two people around him from being emotionally excited, and said calmly: "You can't kill them! The eighth-level martial emperor is a very important combat power for our army!"

Mo Hu frowned and said, "Zhao Lu, the army is most taboo to favoritism and pay attention to discipline! If we talk about favoritism now, this matter will probably make the morale of the army unstable!"

Liu Jiaqi also looked at Zhao Lu with a puzzled look on her face, and didn't quite understand what the latter meant.

Zhao Lu said calmly: "I don't plan to favor personal gain, but let them make meritorious service! I have calculated that the food and grass in Lingcheng will only last for seven days! Then we must break through the Holy City within seven days, otherwise we must withdraw our troops!"

Mo Hu and Liu Jiaqi looked at each other, and then looked at Zhao Lu together. Mo Hu said in surprise: "Zhao Lu! Do you mean you don't plan to wait anymore, but you are going to launch a general attack?"

"Yes! Now there is no other way except this method! If there is enough food and supplies, we can waste our lives with the Holy City, and in the end we can break through the Holy City without a single soldier! Now this plan has failed, so we can only launch a general attack!"

Zhao Lu was a sensual and authentic person.

Mo Hu and Liu Jiaqi didn't say anything else. They knew there was nothing else to do. Although the loss of launching the general attack would be huge, they could only choose this method.

Zang Dao clasped his fists and said, "Brother Zhao Lu! In this general attack, the three of us are willing to be the pioneer and make meritorious contributions!"

“So too!”

Feng Dian and Fu Sha also quickly echoed.

"Okay! Let's go back to Lingcheng first to discuss the general attack matters. You will also rectify your own troops. In three days, the general attack will begin!"

Zhao Lu nodded and left the place with a few people.

In a bamboo forest dozens of miles away from this official road, a golden light shone out. Mu Feng flew out of the world of Jinshu and stood in front of a small pool deep in the bamboo forest.

After a while, a white dragon came into the air, fell into the bamboo forest, and turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man.

"Owner!"

Ao Ling bowed to Mu Feng's back.

Mu Feng nodded and smiled, "Ao Ling! You did a good job this time. If you hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have burned the food and grass so easily this time!"

Ao Ling hurriedly said, "Master, you are polite. These are what Ao Ling should do."

Speaking of this, Ao Ling looked at Mu Feng's back with curiosity, thought for a while and said, "Master, what secret technique did you have used before actually make the army escorting food and grass itch all over his body."

Mu Feng's mouth curled slightly and said, "That's a curse technique!"

When Mu Feng tried to communicate with the ghosts and gods, he communicated with seventeen ghosts and gods in one breath. Although he had not practiced the curse art properly, he had these talented curse arts given by the ghosts and gods.

Before, Mu Feng used three or four kinds of talented curse techniques, and they were all scoped curses, which caused the entire army to be hit and greatly weakened their combat power.

Moreover, curses are contagious, and once they spread, they will be enough to cause various problems in the large army.

This also made Mu Feng realize that the terrible curse technique is completely invisibly killed, and it can be said to be a weapon on the battlefield.

In the past, Mu Feng felt that the formation master was already a weapon of war. The defensive formation could exile thousands of troops, the attack formation could compete with thousands of troops, the maze formation could chaotic the formation and the morale of the army, etc.

But all this is traceable, but there is no curse. It can be hit by people silently, and it can also be quickly transmitted on a large scale, making people unable to defend against it.

Ao Ling nodded ignorantly, but in his heart he felt a strong sense of crisis about the curse technique mentioned by Mu Feng.

He saw with his own eyes that so many soldiers were instantly attacked, and then self-harm caused them to be seriously injured or killed. In the end, Mu Feng reaped the benefits of the fisherman without any effort.

"Ao Ling! You can enter the Golden Book World first. I still have some things to report to the Cang Shoufu!"

Mu Feng turned his head and looked at Ao Ling.

"yes!"

After Ao Ling left, Mu Feng took down the communication jade talisman and sent news of the burning of food and grass to Cang Hongshen, who was far away in the Holy City.
Chapter completed!