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Chapter 1899 Send troops

"Everyone, in three days, our seven coalition forces will launch a general attack, and there will be a fierce battle at that time! Once you win, everyone will get benefits. If you lose, there will be no good results! So you must cheer up!"

When the rest was over, the dark-skinned captain, who was like thunder, trained everyone and led the team to continue patrolling.

Mu Feng followed the team silently, very inconspicuously, while he released the curse during the patrol, spreading continuously and gradually spreading in this military camp.

Neither the soldiers who were patrolling or sleeping were awakened.

For three days, Mu Feng had been disguised as a soldier and hid in the military camp.

The result made Mu Feng very satisfied. Although it only took three days to pass the curse he released directly and the contact of soldiers, nearly 400,000 soldiers had been quietly infected by the curse.

Dongdongdongdongdong! At this time, loud and fierce drums sounded around the entire city of cemetery.

In the military camp, soldiers stood up one after another and looked up and found that the drums standing on the walls of Lingcheng had been beaten.

That is the war drum, and once it is beaten, it means the battle is about to begin.

"Let's go! Go to gather outside the city and start sending troops to the Holy City!"

The captain of the team where Mu Feng was located immediately woke up all his subordinates, followed the large army, and headed out of the city in an orderly manner.

Outside the city is a vast and endless wasteland, with heavy shadows of mountains emerging in the distance.

At this moment, there were dense army gathering on the wasteland outside the city. Above the army, dense flying beasts were hanging, and figures were standing on the flying beasts.

In addition to flying beasts, there are also giant warships, with waves and auspicious lights thousands of feet long, and there are also neatly arranged chariots on the ground.

Each chariot is dozens of feet high. On the surface of the chariot, long and ferocious thorns are pulled out of thin air, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Whether it was soldiers, chariots, flying beasts, or warships, they were all neatly arranged on this wasteland at this moment, looking at the eight majestic figures hanging above the sky ahead with a frenzy.

These eight figures just stood in front, but the pressure and momentum emitted gave people a heavy and terrifying feeling.

Mu Feng mingled among the troops, looked up at the eight figures with awesome momentum, and recognized three of them.

These three people were Zangdao, Feng Dian and Fu Sha in Lingcheng three days ago. Although he had never seen the other five, he could guess that they should be the other five eighth-level martial emperors who commanded the seven coalition forces.

During this period, Mu Feng also investigated these five people, namely Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Liu Jiaqi, Wan Zong and Jiang Jian.

Among the eight commanders, Zhao Lu is the leader, because Zhao Lu is the strongest among the eight people. It is said that he has reached the peak of the eighth-level Martial Emperor and is not far from the ninth-level Martial Emperor.

Mu Feng's eyes finally fell on a gentleman led by the eight people. It was obvious from the position that this person stood a little in the middle, and the other seven people looked at him more or less with a hint of awe.

Obviously, this elegant middle-aged scholar is Zhao Lu, the strongest of the eight people.

The eight strong men were very patient and stood in the air and waited silently until all the troops in the Lingcheng City gathered outside the city, and Zhao Lu, who was led, spoke slowly.

"Everyone! I believe you should have heard that there was a problem with the most important food and grass transported from all over the country and it was destroyed halfway! And there was not much food and grass left, only four days left!"

Zhao Lu's voice was loud and full of disciplined charm. When the soldiers present heard his voice, they couldn't help but feel excited.

"So, not much food and grass means that we don't have much time left. So we must burn our boats and break through the Holy City within these four days! Look..." As he said that, Zhao Lu pointed his right hand towards the rear.

In the distance he pointed, you could vaguely see the outline of a hazy giant city.

"There is the Holy City, the core of the Holy Dynasty! There are countless wealth and women and resources there! As long as you break through that city, I will give you ten days to do evil and let you enjoy absolute freedom!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a commotion was immediately caused in the army.

Under the rule of eight commanders, the seven coalition forces have always been strict in military discipline. They never do anything like massacres when breaking a city, and they are not allowed to plunder. This has long been a suffocation of the soldiers.

Now Zhao Lu promises them that they can break through the Holy City and let them act freely. This is undoubtedly exciting news for them.

"But..." Zhao Lu suddenly changed his mind and attracted the attention of everyone present: "If you fail, then you don't come back, you will be punished for me! And your family will also be implicated in the Nine Clans!"

Suddenly, everyone in the army was shocked and their faces showed a look of fear.

Among these soldiers, there are many people who dare to die, but they all have weaknesses, and their weaknesses are naturally their relatives.

Now Zhao Lu is responsible for his defeat and his family. The army is naturally afraid, and his eyes become more determined.

They knew that they only needed to win but not lose in this battle! Mu Feng, who was mixed in the army, also clearly felt the changes in the eyes of the soldiers around him, and felt a stern in his heart, thinking that Zhao Lu was really well versed in the way of commanding troops and fully used his kindness and power.

In this way, this million army will probably fight bravely and exert 200% of its combat power.

"So, are you willing to sacrifice your life for this battle and help us win this battle?"

Zhao Lu's voice became excited, loud and magnificent.

"willing!"

"willing!"

"..." The voices of the soldiers were like waves, overwhelming waves, resounding throughout the wasteland like a sea of ​​rushing waves, and resounding throughout the sky.

"Okay! Then you follow me to kill! Go and kill people, wield your weapons, kill enemies and make achievements, and create immortal achievements!"

Zhao Lu shouted loudly and waved his hand towards the distant Holy City. Suddenly, the chariots on the ground rumbled, the beasts flying in the sky, the warships flew, and millions of troops rushed to rush.

Boom boom boom! The momentum of the millions of troops is so great. Wherever they pass, it is like a terrifying earthquake, and bursts of terrifying yellow sand and dust are stirred up.

Mu Feng was mixed in the army, looking at the power of the millions of troops, his heart sank.

This million-dollar master is terrifying. Can the Holy City really stand it?

Although he cursed, only half of the soldiers were hit, and there were still 500,000 or 600,000 soldiers, but they were not hit. This is also a terrifying combat power that is hard to ignore.

"I hope the Prime Minister can hold on!"

Mu Feng muttered to himself worriedly.

Of course, while he was muttering to himself, he was not idle either. He was still cursing, allowing the curse to spread around and continue to spread.

He hopes to contend as many soldiers as possible in this process to increase the winning rate of the Holy Dynasty.

However, the speed of cursing and pollution is somewhat unsatisfactory. I am afraid that when the seven coalition forces attack the city of the Holy City, the curse will only infect tens of thousands of people at most.

But Mu Feng was not in a hurry. He knew that as long as the Holy City could be kept and the time was delayed long enough, the curse would eventually cover all the millions of troops.

And at that time, the lives of these millions of teachers will be in his palms.
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