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Chapter 948 Death and Life of Death (2)

"This is also why the enemy's physical fitness and injuries can recover so quickly."

Speaking of this, Jing Shijialan's complexion became even more gloomy.

"I originally thought that the Manzhu family was backed by Jingshi Maha.

After Jingshi Maha fell, he relaxed his vigilance against the Manzhu family.

From now on, it seems that the power of the Manzhu clan has always been in Feng Naifu's pocket. "

Speaking of this name, even Jing Shijialan, whose heart was like stagnant water, felt short of breath for a while.

Feng Nai Fu, how many back tricks do you still have buried?

Guan Jiheng also said: "The existence of the Manzhu family is a big problem for us.

Today, Generals Zhu Yan and I, together with Generals Zhu Yan, tried several times to break into the center of the enemy's line and eliminate the Manzhu family first.

But in Feng Naifu's battle plan, it is obvious that the Manzhu family is very important.

Every time we tried to get closer, the enemy line began to close in on the Manzhu family, firmly protecting them in the middle, making it impossible to attack. "

"That's right..." Yiqianzi also said distressedly: "Two million people surrounded them, the wartime was so chaotic, it was difficult to find them from the crowd, let alone reach them."

Qi Qinglan said: "Since the existence of Manzhu is a serious problem for our army, why not concentrate our forces on the Manzhu family in the next battle?"

Everyone subconsciously looked at Jing Shijialan, Jing Shijialan pondered for a moment, and then said: "If the enemy is determined to protect the Manzhu family with all their might, then if we concentrate on attacking the Manzhu family, the battle situation will continue to draw inward. It will sink deeper and deeper into the enemy's interior.

In the huge difference in numbers, it is even possible to be surrounded by enemy troops and be attacked by the enemy. This method is not very appropriate. "

Everyone agreed, and Jing Shijialan continued:
"In the next battle, everyone will continue to fight according to the original plan. I will try with the Manzhu family."

Although Ku Zhuan's seal has gone, Jing Shajialan's ability is still far superior to everyone present, so everyone has no objection.

Just when everyone was about to study the battle plan again, a soldier quickly ran in and reported:
"Generals, the casualties of our army have been counted. There are more than [-] casualties in this battle."

At this moment, Yan Han also hurried in and said: "I have found the news, the enemy casualties are about [-] people."

In the situation of being outnumbered, the Hall of Death and Life can exchange less for more, which is really a miraculous feat.

But after hearing the news, everyone didn't feel relieved at all.

After all, the 30 army has lost 4 people, and the 200 million army has lost 7 people. It is really not an order of magnitude loss.

If this continues, the Hall of Death and Life will be trapped to death.

In the hall of death and life, it fell into a haze for a while.

In the face of the absolute disparity in power, tactics are really of little significance.

In the collision between the twilight and the candlelight, there are only five words slowly dropped by Jing Shijialan.

"Do your best."

In the early hours of the morning, in the empty Great Hall of Death and Life, only Jing Shijialan was sitting on the cold stone floor leaning on the spirit table.

In the past 20 years, no matter when he was tortured without dignity by Ku Zhuan's punishment, or when he stood in Avii Hell and faced the conquest of the world alone, Jing Shajialan's back, which had never been bent, had collapsed at this time.

Even, on the outside of his upper lip, green stubble has grown.

The Aoxue Qingsong that used to be turned into a section of Populus euphratica that has long since withered and is only holding on to its stumped body.

Jing Shijialan knows that everyone regards him as the backbone.

So in front of everyone, Jing Shijialan tried his best to hold on, playing the role of the former Jing Shijialan.

But when he was the only one left, the coldness, calmness, and indifference in Jing Shijialan's eyes were gone, and what was replaced was only depression and depression.

In his arms is the spirit card of the Sixth Generation Poison Master.

The back of Jing Shijialan's head rested on the spirit table, holding the spirit tablet tightly, but his eyes drifted far, far away.

Having experienced too many hardships, Jing Shijialan was never a weak person.

But since Wanyan left, Jing Shijialan found that he had changed, and it became very easy, so his eyes turned red.

"Yan'er, you guarded Tianxuan Palace for me back then.

But now, I can't keep the Great Hall of Death and Life anymore.

Yan'er, what should I do... I don't want you to come back one day and have nowhere to go..."

No matter how tightly Jing Shijialan hugged him, the cold wooden sign still had no warmth at all.

Only flickering candles answered Jing Shajialan.

As if unwilling to give the dying person another chance to struggle, two days later, Honagifu launched another attack.

This time, the rebellious army was full of confidence and menacing, and they were all determined to take down the Hall of Death and Life in one fell swoop. At night, they used the Poison Zun tablet to burn a fire and roasted the whole sheep to celebrate.

In the army of the dead, everyone is ready to die in battle today.

Including Jingshajialan.

As soon as the battle started, the rebellious army rushed in like a tidal wave, instantly submerging the thin army of dead and alive.

The soldiers of death and life put in [-] percent of their strength, anyway, they would die anyway, so they simply ignored life and death.

The fierce bloody battle continued from daytime to dusk again.

When the setting sun fell on the sand dunes in the west, it was a bit blurred, as if covered in a layer of blood mist by the blood in the air.

In the uninhabited desert, the sand is mixed with thick blood, and it has become a bloody swamp.

Above the swamp, a layer of faint white light fell, like a layer of frost.

That is the decisive force field of the Manzhu Protoss, like an invisible medicine, healing the rebellious army all the time.

At this moment, Xuan Yi was exhausted and had no determination, but he still held the sword in both hands and slashed vigorously, as if he had formed muscle memory.

Even in this embarrassment, Xuan Yi still tried his best to look around, and asked Guan Jiheng who was not far away:
"Ah Heng! Have you seen Jing Shijialan?"

Guan Jiheng was already extremely embarrassed, but the Jiuqu Yanling Spear in his hand kept swinging and killing.

"No!"

On the other side, Qi Qinglan stabbed a person to death with a sword, and then said in vain: "I just...seemed to see him rushing into the center of the enemy line. I guess he wanted to pick on the Manzhu family!"

Xuan Yi said in shock: "Is he alone!"

"It seems like he's the only one."

"It's broken..." When uneasiness crawled all over Xuan Yi's face, he squeezed out the exhausted look.

On the high hill, Feng Nagi stood with her arms folded.

It is rare that he is not graceful, only wearing a moon-white robe with dark patterns of silver silk and tufted flowers.

This is the clothes Wanyan gave him when he was in Qingyuan Mansion.

At that time, he was still standing beside Wanyan, defending the city with her.

In just one and a half years, he waved his troops at her city.

And Wanyan is no longer there.

At dusk, through the newly sprouted branches and buds, shreds of light and shadow fell on Feng Naifu's body, like ink-colored broken flowers.

　Give the treasures a preview in advance, there will be a little protagonist going offline soon, woo woo woo

　　
　
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