honor me as god

Chapter 690
"The king's flag is still here!!!" The defenders of the Frozen Fortress burst into frenzied shouts, and the frontline commanders grabbed their weapons and rushed back to the enemy's formation, "Regroup! Your Royal Highness is with us!"

"His Royal Highness is with us!" One person raised his arms, and thousands of people shouted. The collapsed formation was stopped in a very short time, and the soldiers of the fleeing Frozen Fortress regained their courage. A solid formation was re-formed.

The tribal warriors who charged didn't react at all. They really didn't expect that the morale of these people had obviously collapsed, but they could recover so quickly.

The tribal fighters were already ready for the massacre. They ran wildly one by one, fearing that if they ran too slowly, the spoils would be robbed. The formation between each other could not be described as loose. There was no formation at all. They rushed to each other, and there were still a few who kept pushing and shoving in order to grab their positions.

If it is really an annihilation trend, this kind of brainless charging formation is nothing, maybe it can annihilate the enemy's remnants faster.

But now, the soldiers of the Frozen Fortress were infected by Solandelle, and suddenly began to reorganize their formation. On the contrary, by accident, they had the tendency to lure the enemy into deep, and they just waited for work. It's like banging your head against an iron plate.

For a moment, the tribal warriors who rushed the fastest and yelled the loudest were like prey strayed into a trap, and were besieged and killed by the soldiers of the Frozen Fortress. die a few.

The tribal fighters who rushed relatively slowly saw their comrades in front being killed indiscriminately, and stopped one by one, but they were either squeezed forward by their companions rushing from behind, and everyone was stabbed into a sieve by the spear array, or They crashed into a ball, fell to the ground in groups of three or five, and then continuously triggered a chain reaction, implicating the fighters in the middle and rear rows, and the formation was completely chaotic.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the defeat of the army is only a snap of the fingers. The tribal fighters who originally played the role of chasers paid the price for their brainless charge, and the defeat continued to expand. It was already out of control, and completely lost its original breakthrough power.

Seeing this, Guimian's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water, and he said coldly to the communicator: "Why is that flag still there? You can't even knock down a flag after you have been doing it for a long time! Did you grow up eating shit? ?! Hurry up! This group of useless savages can't move!"

The slightly trembling voice of Saker came: "When the firepower covered just now, I emptied the missile. The machine gun is useless against those golden flames."

The ghost face gritted its teeth sullenly, glanced at the figure waving the flag on the city wall, and finally adjusted the communicator to the full channel, and said in a cold voice: "Don't fight anymore, retreat first, and wait for this group of useless barbarians to regroup." I'll talk about it later."

The ghost face's order made the reincarnators breathe a sigh of relief. They wanted to retreat a long time ago. Although the imperial guards were poisoned and their strength was greatly frustrated, they couldn't hold back their strength. If they use 5%, it will make them very difficult to fight.

And now that the charge troops of the survivors of the Six Kings have collapsed, a defeat is a landslide. There is no point in wasting them here, so it is better to recharge their batteries and wait for the next charge.

After getting a positive response from his teammates, Ghost Face held a knife, ignored Garrett, and turned to leave.

Don't chase after the poor, let alone the other party is not a poor, and it is even more impossible for Garrot to pursue him. He also put away his knife, recalled all the imperial guards to evacuate the battlefield, and ran towards the inner city wall.

Desert battlefield.

When the remnants of the Six Kings invaded the Frozen Fortress, all the pigeons were killed because they immediately controlled the station of the Frozen Fortress. The upheaval knows nothing and is still fighting in full swing.

In the negotiating area in the middle, Shangguanxue successfully performed the land shrinking technique with the help of Sting, and brought Perseus back to his own camp. Sting himself also left on a giant dragon, leaving only the people of the Far Eastern Dynasty here.

Beside the Holy Throne of the Son of Heaven, the little eunuch accompanying the Lord was standing there bowed. Suddenly, he heard some movement, so he turned his head to look.

The curtain of the Holy Seat of the Son of Heaven hangs down as always, and the sound of rapid and deep breathing comes from inside. Through the curtain, it seems that some kind of faint light can be seen faintly shining. The sound also became more dull.

"Hey! Oh, it's not good! Master seems to be unwell, is it affected by the fight just now?!" The little eunuch was eager to serve the master, and hurriedly took the water from his waist, intending to send it in for His Majesty to drink.

Seeing this, the chief eunuch screamed, "Don't—"

Before the words "don't go in" were finished, a golden glow shot up from a distance, and in the blink of an eye, it lined up with the little eunuch's temple, leaving a fleeting sharp moon arc in the air.

"Pfft!" Xihe Mohao's pen pierced the little eunuch's temple, then flicked his body down the holy seat.

I saw Cangxuan standing in front of the tent holding the blood-stained Xihe Mohao in his hand, those frightening golden pupils staring at the crowd without any emotion, all those who made eye contact with them, including the general Yuan Huang, the national teacher, etc. Zhang Bufan and other big inner pillars all lowered their heads and avoided looking.

Do not look at the Son of Heaven, this is an iron law of the imperial court that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Except for Cangxuan, the head of the Tianxuan Division, anyone, anytime, anywhere, for any reason, whoever violates this order will be killed without mercy!

After the big battle just now, the place has become extremely quiet, there is no strong wind or flying sand, only the dull breathing of the emperor in the tent can be heard, as if he is suppressing something.

The big eunuch has served the emperor for many years, and he is not as reckless as the little eunuch. He knows that the iron law cannot be broken no matter what, but he can't ignore the emperor. , go in and have a look."

Yuan Huang also avoided looking and added: "If your majesty is unwell, you can take your majesty back to the palace first, and I will be solely responsible for the matter of asking for thieves."

Cang Xuan didn't say anything, just waved her hand, and all the blood stained on Xi He's ink brushes were shaken off without any residue. She put the pen in her sleeve, and walked sideways into the curtain of the Son of Heaven.

There was no conversation in the tent, but as time passed, one could feel that the emperor's breathing slowed down significantly, calmly, and finally there was no more noise. Appear.

A moment later, Cang Xuan walked out of the tent and handed over an imperial edict to the chief eunuch.

The eunuch bowed his head to accept the imperial edict, looked at the crowd after unsealed, and read out loud the three words written on it:

"Lonely, all right."

(End of this chapter)