Just, just lose like that
The defeat in the first battle undermined the morale of the coalition forces.
Seeing Zheng Qiao replace a new player in the second round, he couldn't help but feel the familiar sense of defeat. According to the results of previous battles, why fight now? If he can't win the next two games, he might as well turn the table over and start the battle now.
There's a huge difference between losing just one game and losing three games.
Even if we could save a game in the middle, the score would still be two to one.
But no one dared to speak out what was in their heart.
"Who should we send to fight in the second battle?"
There were whispers among the coalition forces. Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell in the direction of Kang Shi and Gu Ren. Gu Ren's face was slightly dark, and Chao Lian behind him moved slightly to the side and blocked Shao Chong with his body.
Kang Shi's reaction was more direct. He took a half step back! He did not avoid the sight of his allies, but just sneered and said, "Why are you looking at me like this? My Lord Chen Tang is not here at the moment, and Wei Yuanyuan has also been taken away by her. If another person comes out to fight, if something goes wrong, we will be short of a commander. My small family is not as rich as you, so please forgive me."
The most famous among the coalition forces are the fifteenth-rank Shao Shangzao, Shao Chong from Gu Ren's side, Chen Tang, Wei Shou and Chu Jie.
Chu Jie was a god-like soldier descending from the sky in the battle of Chaoli Pass, beheading the enemy general Qi Cang's incarnation, and his presence was strong. However, no matter how strong it was, Kang Shi was not going to let him go. The Allied Forces still wanted to hide their weaknesses at this critical moment, and pushed others out as cannon fodder, which was too much!
After these words were spoken, who could not hear the dissatisfaction in Kang Shi's words
But everyone was thick-skinned and could not see anything unusual, but Qian Yong laughed out loud without giving any face. Or was he too thin-skinned? As an outsider, he felt ashamed for these people. How could these hypocrites and villains act as if nothing had happened
Qian Yong's tone seemed to be somewhat gloating.
"Fortunately Mr. Shen is not here, otherwise it would be a lot of fun to watch."
Shen Tang had done a feat of beating up his ally in public.
"I am willing to go!"
Finally, it was Huang Lie's general who stepped out to ease the awkwardness on the field. Huang Lie relaxed a lot when he saw him coming out. This general looked to be about forty years old, and his body was not as strong and sturdy as the ordinary warriors, but rather thin. The most important thing was his accent. He was obviously a sloppy-looking man, but his accent had a bit of Wunong's soft tone.
Huang Lie said: "In that case, I wish you good luck in martial arts."
The general clasped his fists, accepted the order, turned around and flew towards the ice.
"This is another 15th-rank junior! Could it be that the old man has been staying in the bitter cold of Yonggu Pass for too long and can't keep up?" Old General Jiang stroked his beard and grinned, clicking his tongue. "Logically speaking, someone with such strength can't be without a reputation. How did Huang Lie recruit this person?"
Chu Jie said: "His accent."
You can tell from the accent that he is not from the Northwest.
At this time, Lu Jue also joined the chat.
"I do know a little bit. I heard that he was so successful in the south a few years ago that he wanted to go it alone. However, he was not careful and the news got out, causing his entire family to be killed or exiled. He himself almost lost his life, and fled his homeland with the help of his followers. After that, he somehow met Alliance Leader Huang, who was kind to him."
General Jiang was surprised and asked, "How did you know that?"
Lu Jue said: "Of course I heard it."
Life in the army was boring and tedious, and the lower-level soldiers also needed some activities to pass the time. They couldn't go out for fun, so private gossip became the only choice. Even someone like Lu Jue who only knew how to practice and train was forced to listen a few times. Ordinary soldiers had a natural yearning for the strong, so they were naturally prone to become frequent visitors to gossip.
Shen Tang strictly disciplined the army, allowing soldiers to have entertainment activities, such as listening to books and learning to read, but forbade them to discuss high-ranking generals, let alone leak the generals' information to third parties. Other forces were not so strict, and their military discipline could even be described as lax.
Lu Jue was bored and went to inquire about the news.
It's not that he's gossipy, he just wants to know more about the strong.
While they were chatting, the second battle had already begun. The sound of two bursts of martial energy colliding attracted General Jiang's attention. He stopped chatting and turned his attention to the battlefield. After watching for a while, he said, "This game is a sure win."
Lu Jue said: "Are we going to lose again?"
General Jiang smiled and said, "No, we must win."
Lu Jue looked at the two rays of light fighting fiercely. The strong collision between the two caused large holes to appear on the ice from time to time, and ice chips flew all over the sky. From a distance, it looked like white smoke. He sighed a little annoyed, because he didn't see the trick at all.
The difference in their strength levels is obvious.
General Jiang saw Lu Jue's depression.
He smiled and said, "Do you want to know why?"
Lu Jue asked: "I want to know."
General Jiang said, "I guessed."
Lu Jue: “…”
Otherwise, why do they say that older ginger is spiciest
General Jiang made this judgment not based on the strength of the two players off the field, but because he firmly believed that Huang Lie would not let the coalition lose the second game. If they lost the second game again, Zheng Qiao's side would send out the sixteenth-level Da Shangzao, and the coalition would lose all three games.
With morale so low, there's no point in fighting.
The second fight lasted nearly half a quarter of an hour longer than the first. The two were indeed very close in strength, just on par with each other. Zheng Qiao propped his cheek with the back of his hand, looking at it and finding it boring. He yawned and said, "This fight is really boring..."
boom-
After a head-on confrontation, Zheng Qiao's side was indeed defeated.
Half of his foot was broken off.
"Accept your fate—"
Take advantage of someone's illness to kill him.
Take advantage of the opponent's injury and burst out all your strength to kill him, so as to recover the morale blow caused by the first defeat. At the same time, deter other allies in the coalition and step on Wu Xian.
How could the enemy general surrender himself and allow himself to be killed
Even though his desire to survive exploded to the extreme and he pushed himself to the fastest speed, he was still a little bit slow.
boom-
A blade of light more dazzling than the scorching sun broke through the rain curtain, tearing apart the gloom, flashing briefly and disappearing in a flash.
puff!
Something fell to the ground.
The defeated general was moving very fast, and when he thought he had escaped and saved his life, he found that something was wrong with the height around him.
He turned his head in confusion. The intestines hanging outside and the blood gushing out turned into a horrifying picture, breaking into his child's hole. The pain made his expression twisted. He glanced in the direction he came from, and vaguely saw a large pool of blood at the place...
The lower half of his body remained on the ice.
The upper half of the body escaped back.
This horrifying discovery made his face turn pale.
The bumpy ice surface gradually healed under the repair of Wen Qi. The coalition forces were quiet for a moment, and then burst into cheers like a tsunami, and the sound of war drums completely drowned out the other side. Zheng Qiao's eyes lit up slightly, as if he was surprised: "Interesting."
He doesn't care about winning or losing.
Zheng Qiao only cared about whether he enjoyed the show or not.
Currently there is one win, one loss and a draw.
Qi Cang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them. He stood up calmly and walked towards the river bank, step by step, like an ordinary person.
The colleague, who was only half of his body left, paused slightly.
Qi Cang lowered his eyes slightly, with a look of indifference in his eyes.
"Help me—"
The general's facial features were distorted by pain.
He stretched out his hands and grabbed Qi Cang's combat boots tightly, refusing to let go even when his fingers sank into the cold rivets on the boots. Driven by the desire to survive, he begged, "General Qi, please save me. I don't want to die yet!"
"I don't want to die—"
"Help me! Help me! Help—"
The last word was not uttered, but a dull sound of cracking was heard instead. Qi Cang looked at the blood clots and distorted faces exploding under his feet, raised his foot and kicked the crushed brain aside. The movement was natural and smooth, as if he was not crushing the top of his colleague's head, nor kicking away the other's half body, but a piece of garbage blocking his way.
Qi Cang said indifferently: "Incompetent thing."
This strange scene successfully stunned the other side.
General Jiang was so shocked that he pulled a small tuft of his beard off, and for a long time he couldn't utter a word. Some people rubbed their eyes, fearing that they were seeing things. However, no matter how they rubbed their eyes, the scene in front of them did not change at all.
The loser of the second game had his brains stepped on by his colleagues.
This, this is the fifteenth grade of the upper class!
How could they be treated like this after being defeated
As the shock subsided, a chill surged into my heart.
No matter how cruel they are, they cannot do such a thing in front of two armies.
Ta-da-da…
With the rhythmic sound of footsteps, Qi Cang stood still on the river, his eyes sweeping over General Huang Lie who was still on the river.
Frowning, raising hand, and fanning.
Then a scene happened that no one expected.
A giant hand several dozen feet long appeared out of thin air, blowing away the generals on the field like a fly. The latter stood there stupidly without dodging or avoiding, and was hit hard. The speed was so fast that even the armor was heated by the friction.
Finally, it fell on the opposite bank, creating a huge hole half a meter deep.
Qi Cang said: "You are irrelevant, get out!"
This move silenced the Allied forces.
Qi Cang snorted coldly: "Come and die, any one of you."
His patience is running out.
He raised his hand and a pitch-black long sword appeared. The tip of the sword fell to the ground. He folded his hands on the hilt of the sword. His eyes flashed with brilliance as he swept across the alliance army, pausing slightly at a certain position.
Tsk, what an unexpected discovery.
It seems that this battle is not boring.
"Tenth, sixteenth grade great superior creation—"
The Alliance Army had not had time to enjoy the joy of winning back a game, but Qi Cang's move brought them to the bottom. They had felt Jiang Ao's power before, and thought that a sixteenth-level great master was just like that. He was strong, but not so strong that he could not be killed.
General Jiang complained in a low voice: "That General Wei is really honest. Jiang Qianshen is indeed a backdoor person!"
Who knew that the difference between the two, both of which were of the same grade 16, was so huge! Jiang Ao was a fraud!
“No wonder Mr. Shen cut off his head.”
Others also complained in their hearts that Jiang Ao was harming others. But when they thought about the death of this fake guy, their anger subsided a little.
Everyone's face looked even more bitter than Huang Lian.
"Alliance Master Huang, what should we do now..."
“…Who should we send to fight?”
"That's a 16th-class great weapon. No matter who we send to fight, won't the result be the same? Alas, the tyrant Zheng Qiao holds the power of the Geng and Xin countries in his hands. We really underestimated the enemy..."
"Are we going to surrender without a fight in the third round?"
It is one thing to fail in the fight and lose, and it is another to admit defeat without fighting. The latter will deal a huge blow to the morale of the Union Army.
One person asked: "What good ideas can you offer?"
Judging from Qi Cang's small display of skill just now, if the player who played was not at the peak of the 15th level, he would not be able to escape. Or, in the third round, he would just give up and send anyone to die? The question is who is willing to go up and die.
Everyone was talking at once.
Huang Lie clenched his hanging hands into fists.
Wu Xian also sighed and closed his eyes.
He didn't want to send his treasure to die in vain.
The black-robed warrior beside Huang Lie stepped forward and asked for a fight: "My lord, why don't you let me have a try in this round."
Huang Lie looked at the warrior in black clothes, undecided.
Everyone's eyes were focused on this plain-looking warrior. They had no impression of him, except that he always followed Huang Lie. There was no martial energy fluctuation around him, and at first glance he looked like an ordinary man.
Wu Xian suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the person who stepped out to challenge was the black-robed warrior. His tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.
He had been wary of this person for a long time, but had never been able to find out his background. He took this opportunity to take a good look at this person's abilities.
Gu Ren and Wu Xian had similar ideas.
They all agreed that this person was most likely Huang Lie's hidden trump card, and his importance might even be greater than Huang Lie's heavy shield warriors. Not everyone had the vision of these two people. Seeing that the person who came out was Huang Lie's personal guard, someone said without tact: "Although he is Huang Lie's personal guard, fighting a general is not a joke. This game is related to the morale of the coalition forces..."
The black-robed warrior ignored the sarcastic person.
He still maintained the posture of asking for battle.
Huang Lie was now in a desperate situation, and the coalition forces were unable to send anyone, so they had no choice but to agree to the black-clothed warrior.
Unexpectedly, Qi Cang suddenly went crazy and laughed non-stop.
The sound of laughter was like ripples, sweeping towards the coalition forces' river bank in circles. The soldiers who heard it covered their ears in pain.
"Blood! It's blood!"
The soldier at the front felt his palms were warm and sticky.
When you put it down and take a look, what you see is a glaring red.
The situation improved as the soldiers began to defend themselves.
Qi Cang said: "You came just in time!"
At this moment, the black-clothed warrior seemed to sense something as well. His sight moved to a certain direction. He sensed something and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Huang Lie asked him softly: "What happened?"
The black-robed warrior: "Someone is coming."
Huang Lie was just about to ask who was coming when he saw a dark green light ball with a tail streaking across the sky, heading exactly in their direction!
Before he could figure out the situation, Qi Cang flew away.
He shouted: "You're looking for death!"
He threw a punch full of martial energy and charged towards the person who was coming.
Boom boom boom—
The two collided head-on in mid-air, and the blast of air cut off the surrounding rain, forming a vacuum zone. The hurricane from top to bottom rushed towards the troops on both sides. Fortunately, both sides were prepared and erected various barriers for defense at the first time.
In this way, we can avoid the embarrassing situation of falling off the horse and falling down.
When the light faded, a person could be vaguely seen standing in mid-air.
Kang Shi blinked, feeling inexplicably that this person was familiar.
Tu Rong was stunned at first and then screamed.
"Gongxichou!"
The man looked down with his hands on his hips.
"Your whole family is seeking death!"