"All artillery trucks, ready to fire at any time."

"The dragon cannon is also in place."

"The lord has said first, that pillar of fire cannot be stopped by manpower, and it is possible to weaken with strong artillery bombardment."

"As soon as the pillar of fire rises to the top, we will open fire."

Big Dream City Camp, the highlands of the Chinese army.

Behind Li Guang, ten dragon cannons and fifty-two artillery carriages were arranged in a zigzag pattern. These are all orders from Mo Xiaobai, to guard against any surprise moves on the Mongolian side.

Facts have proved that Mo Xiaobai's arrangement is not wrong, the Fire God Pillar is as high as fifty zhang at the moment, and it is extremely threatening no matter how you look at it.

Li Guang did not participate in the battle between the left and right wings, his eyes must have been locked and stared at the Vulcan Pillar, and after seeing that the Vulcan Pillar had risen a little more, the top suddenly bloomed, and he hurriedly waved his right arm:

"Fire!"

At the sound of an order, the chariots roared in unison.

Dozens of chariots were the first to strike, followed by ten dragon cannons.

At the same time, a steady stream of fierce fire erupted from the top of the Vulcan Pillar in the distance.

The speed of the fire swept through was extremely fast, almost comparable to the extreme speed of Bajie. The distance of a kilometer was fleeting, and directly in front of the camp of the Great Dream City, it was only a hundred meters away, and it met with the bombardment of chariots and dragon artillery.

The flames were staggered, the flames of the Vulcan Pillar were fierce, and the threat of dragon artillery was also good, coupled with the assistance of chariot shelling, the endless sea of fire falling from the sky was instantly cut into more than a dozen pieces.

"Oh~~"

In the distance, in the mountains to the north, at the top of the altar.

Mo Xiaobai's spear stabbed out, and he was about to hit, but he found that the figure of the high priest disappeared from his eyes, and the tip of the spear pierced into the altar, colliding with the boulder and making a piercing sound.

After failing to hit a blow, Mo Xiaobai immediately drew his gun and turned around.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a black banner flickering in front of him.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Drawing a gun and sweeping around, Mo Xiaobai then aimed directly at the altar inscription and began to dismantle it profiteeringly.

It was also the moment when Mo Xiaobai made his move, the purple banner appeared again, and a withered palm stretched out from the banner and attacked Mo Xiaobai's forehead.

The corners of Mo Xiaobai's mouth hooked, and the spear that smashed down slammed up suddenly.

Violently tearing down the altar is false, but it is true to lure the high priest to strike.

The two divine dragons wrapped around the body of the spear and spit out light beads in front of the purple flag, and the outbreak of the two dragons playing with the beads directly blew up the high priest wearing the sacrificial cannon, and at the same time bombed half of the altar.

Rolling down from the purple banner a few times, the high priest looked at Mo Xiaobai with a little coldness: "Han people, you will definitely be defeated today." ”

"Really?"

Mo Xiaobai didn't talk nonsense, and stepped forward with a gun to pump him into the air with a stick: "At least, you can't see it!" ”

The Dragon Flying Shadow Dance move reappeared, and Mo Xiaobai didn't think about the problem of excessive essence consumption at all.

Now he has only one thought, which is to kill this guy in front of him.

"Boom~"

An explosion drifted in the air, and Mo Xiaobai easily put the purple banner into his belt. But when the smoke in the air cleared, the high priest was nowhere to be seen.

Scanning the surroundings intently, Mo Xiaobai saw a bronze mirror galloping into the distance.

"You let him escape?"

Frowning, Mo Xiaobai knew how the other party escaped, used the remaining clones as shields, and then hid in a witch weapon to shield it.

In shamanism, there will always be some special means of preserving life.

Seeing that the bronze mirror had fled away, Mo Xiaobai was powerless to chase it at the moment, the Vulcan Pillar in front of him had already released the first round of flames, and he had to destroy the altar as soon as possible, cutting off the altar's energy support for the Vulcan Pillar.

Before the shaman below rushed up, Mo Xiaobai smashed the altar to pieces.

Within two seconds, the Vulcan Pillar, which had lost the support of the altar, began to wilt.

The flame weakened and kept falling.

Although the high priest ran away, the goal of single-handedly breaking into the rear of the Mongol soldiers and horses was successfully accomplished. Mo Xiaobai shook his head, and before he had time to celebrate, he killed the guardian shamans below.

It was only at this time that Mo Xiaobai noticed that the essence in his body was less than 10,000 points.

With a shot sweeping away the shaman in front of him, Mo Xiaobai saw Bajie flying towards him out of the corner of his eye.

Behind Bajie, the steppe wolf god is still persevering in pursuit.

One person and one horse reunited after a small meeting, Mo Xiaobai saw the opportunity to jump into the air, Bajie's body was crooked, just to catch it.

Sweep through the sky and embark on the journey home.

Seeing the countless arrows and spells below blasting towards him, Mo Xiaobai, who had already spent a lot of energy, could only hold Bajie and flash left and right.

"Master, sit tight!"

Bajie let out a low sigh and began to climb up with Mo Xiaobai, rushing into the sky from a position dozens of meters above the ground. Behind him, the silver wolf kept transforming giant claws again and again, trying to tear Mo Xiaobai off, but they were all dodged by Bajie by a fraction of a second.

Gradually, one man and one horse crossed the Mongolian army formation and gradually approached the camp of Dameng City.

As the flames in front of him dissipated, all the dragon robes and chariots aimed their cannons at the wolf god.

"Boom Boom Boom~"

It's an almost indiscriminate range attack, and even a divine beast has to retreat three feet.

Mo Xiaobai was able to land smoothly, and as soon as he turned over and dismounted, he said: "Flying general, lead the whole army to kill, how many can you kill today." ”

"Whoa!"

Li Guang immediately clenched his fists.

After waiting for a long time, I was finally able to have a good fight.

Seeing that Li Guang began to transfer troops, Mo Xiaobai turned to look at Bajie: "Can you still hold on?" ”

"Yes, okay!"

"Okay, the wolf god will still be handed over to you to deal with, try to take it out of this battlefield."

Mo Xiaobai instructed, Bajie nodded and took off again.

Soon, there was hissing and howling in the air.

When Li Guang, Luo Shixin, Xue Wanjun and others led the order to counterattack, the first to start to exert their might was the flying boat that had been hiding in the air. Huang Yan saw the right time to let the flying boat show up, after all, the Vulcan Pillar was taken care of by the lord, and the divine beast could not interfere with the flying boat, and the Mongolian side was powerless to threaten him.

The burst arrows released by the Raiders fell from the sky and landed directly on the heads of the Mongols. Mountains have been bombed, and the final decisive battle between the two sides has not yet begun, and the Mongolian side is already in chaos.

This was followed by a round of bombardment of dragon artillery and chariots, which were more fierce than bursting arrows.

The battle was about to break out, but Mo Xiaobai, who was the city lord of Big Dream City, was lazy at the moment, or single-handedly solving the shaman high priest, which had already consumed ninety percent of the essence in his body, and his two arms were even more tearing and painful because of several essence explosions.

"It's still not strong enough!"

"When you can take on the divine beast alone, you don't have to take the risk of Bajie."

Guarding the camp with five hundred dragons, Mo Xiaobai hung his arms, silently calculating the victory of today's battle in his heart.

Without the support of the wolf god and the fire god pillar, the defeat of the Mongolian side was decided. But nearly 100,000 Mongolian soldiers and horses can't be killed in a day, and Mo Xiaobai estimated that the best record was to kill 20,000 enemies.

As for their own casualties, they may be much smaller than the last battle with Jianzhou Wei.

"Once your side can secure the advantage, you can send a flying boat to the west to support."

"If it goes well, end this war in half a month."

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