The native legions marched scattered, surging like a tide of beasts.

The black oppression is quite depressing.

Hundreds of thousands of natives, or millions?

At this scale, there are definitely a lot of indigenous people.

Ming Yan said softly: "How many waves of attacks are you going to attack today?" ”

"The Seventh Wave!"

Zhuge Xiao was beside him and said softly.

Ming Yan chuckled indifferently: "In my life, I lived abroad in the first half of my life because of the family Mingjiao, and I never thought that one day, I would be able to return to my homeland and return to this country!" ”

"I don't dare to hope that I can make half an inch of contribution to this country!"

"Later, I met Su Luo, a pervert, he took me to the Imperial School, at that time, the Imperial School was a third-rate college, if there was nothing, Su Luo took us down to grab it, and snatched the elixir from the mouths of the natives!"

"Later, the imperial school was revitalized, and we formed this Pingchao Army, at the beginning, there were 700,000 Pao Ze brothers, and now there are less than 100,000 left in Pingchao City, we are ashamed of these brothers!"

……

Ming Yan said softly, he never thought of making half an inch, but the fact is that in just a few years, the work of the Five Tigers has shocked China!

The head of the five tigers, the name of the Ming Dynasty, shocks the two places!

The five tigers have all made immortal feats of war, which will forever be recorded in history.

Zhuge Xiao was beside him and said calmly: "If there is an afterlife, if you enter the rebel army again, you will die without regrets!" ”

Ming Yan smiled softly, looking at the dim sky in the distance.

Ming Yan said softly: "The battle spirit is immortal, and Huaxia will live forever!" ”

"Fight for the country, for the splendid rivers and mountains of my Han Dynasty, for the splendid eternal beauty of my China, my generation, fight!"

"Fight!"

Zhuge Xiao, Xu Qingyang and others, who were among the commanders of the corps, looked up to the sky and shouted at the moment.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Suppressive Army, who were dressed in black armor and armed with black knives, asked for the sound of battle to soar into the sky.

The iron-blooded murderous aura that is mixed up is a symbol of the counter-rebellion army!

The spirit of the army, since the establishment of the army to quell the rebellion, has never been chaotic!

Everyone has a common goal, their own beliefs, and their own bottom line!

Now that there are no reinforcements in various places, there is a battle against the water, and Ming Yan has also gone to war, and it is obvious that he will fight the last battle of the rebellious army.

Ming Yan looked at the billowing wolf smoke, from far to near, and said softly: "I have Lingyunzhi in my life, and today, why not die!" ”

The words fell, and Zhuge Xiao took out the flag of the rebellion.

Ming Yan drew his sword, and the 100,000 soldiers behind him all drew their swords, staring at the military flag in Zhuge Xiao's hand, this was the last time they took out the military flag.

This battle is the last battle of the Quelling Army!

Mingwu spread his dragonfly wings behind his back, taking the lead and facing the indigenous army head-on.

Today, any stratagem is useless.

It's just because there's the Vision behind this!

No stratagem can escape the essence of the Vision of God, once lost, is the stratagem still useful?

The natives are trying to break through the Vision, and the purpose has never changed.

The wings of the Ming Death spread, as fast as it were, all the way past, floating corpses everywhere.

Ming Yan runs the God of War technique, and the magic knife is cast, and no one can beat its edge wherever it passes.

Native legion, out of battle Venerable.

The Ming Dead were all slashed with a knife, and the ferocity shocked the indigenous legions, the head of the Five Tigers, as it should be!

100,000 soldiers of the Pingchao Army, followed closely behind, shaking the indigenous army head-on and fighting with it.

It has long been a battlefield of flesh and blood, devouring one life after another.

The rebellion army has the will to die, bursting out with the most powerful combat power in history, and the saber formations cooperate with each other, and in less than five minutes, they have killed 500,000 indigenous troops.

This moved the Venerable among the natives, and there may have been a lot of fear in their hearts.

These Venerable Beings all understand that the Emperor's order has been issued, and if they don't come to attack here, they will all die when they go back.

Both left and right are dead, and the natives can only attack.

Ming Yan led the crowd, turned around and continued to kill, and the entire battlefield gradually shrouded in darkness, but this battle continued.

In the dark night, millions of children of the school alliance entered the second battlefield one after another.

This is Su Luo, in the name of Luo Shuai of the Military Department, issued a military order!

Millions of school league children, all enter the second battlefield!

Now the Southern Wilderness still has not retreated, and the imperial city has been leveled by Su Luo, but the entire defense line still has not retreated, proving that the Southern Wilderness is not ready to give up!

In other words, there is also the Western Wilderness, which has joined forces with it, and the two sides have reached some kind of agreement.

In that case, Su Luo had to do something.

Millions of school league children, even if they reinforce all places, they can only save the emergency, but not the entire line of defense.

At that time, I don't know how many soldiers will die on the defensive line.

Su Luo did not allow this big battle, shaking the foundation of the school alliance.

Su Luo was familiar with the road and came to Pingchao City, and found that the city was empty.

Outside the city, the battle did not fluctuate much, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

The blood of the battlefield has flowed into the city and gathered into a river!

Su Luo's face changed slightly, and flares were fired in the city.

For a time, the entire battlefield was as bright as day.

Su Luo was moved, his nose was sore, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

This young military master is in tears!

The whole battlefield, how tragic!

There are floating corpses everywhere, as well as dead and unfallen soldiers of the Suppressive Army, wearing black armor, which is easy to identify.

Continuous killing, basically killing red eyes.

Ming Yan also killed the red eyes, and the same is true for the natives, with the imperial decree in his body, he can't survive if he dares to retreat.

Yue Li was on the city wall, and when he saw this scene, he was shocked: "Which legion is this?" ”

"All of my family's are my brothers."

Wang Fenglin's eyes were red, he couldn't hear anything in his ears anymore, and he rushed straight to the battlefield, his qi and blood were exhausted, his eyes were blood-red, and he was still killing with a knife.

But in the entire battlefield, there are few living natives left.

The seventeen indigenous statues were all killed on the spot in the early stage of the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Fenglin hugged Ming Yan and said hoarsely: "Ming Yan, wake up, it's me!" ”

"Kill, kill......"

Ming Yan was confused, hoarse and dazed, waving the knife, that look was really distressing.

Wang Fenglin roared: "It's me, wake up, how many people did Wu Tao take away, why did they only leave you with this little person?" ”

Ming's eyes were blood-red, and he sank into the slaughter.

Xu Qingyang pulled out the bronze sword at his waist, knelt on the ground with a lot of body, and said hoarsely: "They all took it away, 200,000 brothers, only these are left!" ”

"What?"

Wang Fenglin's body shook violently, and when he looked around, there were less than 3,000 people left!

200,000 brothers, only a few people left?

Wang Fenglin looked at the tragic battlefield, hugged Ming Yan tightly, with tears in his eyes, unable to imagine what a tragic battle he experienced on the second battlefield.

It was so tragic that Bai Changsoul and the others all stepped forward and brought those soldiers who died but did not fall back to the city with their own hands, whispering in a low voice, as if to appease the dead corpses, and the city was still in chaos!

With such a large casualty, Su Luo had great hatred in his heart and carried great pain.

Three thousand black-armored soldiers, staring at their military master.

But Su Luo took out the sect order, and suddenly shouted in a condensed voice: "Military order, three thousand black armor are generals, and millions of children are soldiers!" ”

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