bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 263

"what happened?"

The Simeng cavalry looked at the incomprehensible scene in horror. The Dospo giant beast and the West Asian teaching soldiers all stood up from the ground as if they were resurrected, and gripped the sword in their hands again.

"Sorcerer, cut again!"

After all, it was the Hundred Cavalry General, who was much more decisive than ordinary soldiers. Under his call, all the cavalrymen woke up like a dream, and once again took up their swords and slashed at those West Asian cavalry soldiers who stood up again.

In the beginning, it was a one-sided chopping of melons and vegetables.

But they were killing and killing, and suddenly found that the West Asian catechist who had been broken behind them stood up again. Even though he lost half of his head, and even the head on his neck had flown off his shoulder, he still stood up again like a ghost.

And their speed and agility are even better every time.

"Chop off the legs and feet!"

Resoluteness is the most important thing before a battle. Faced with the strange cavalry soldiers who fell down and stood up again and again, Simeng's cavalry soon found that the best way was to make the opponent unable to stand.

But on the horse, the legs and feet cannot be cut. The cavalry rode their horses forward for half a distance, and then jumped off their horses one after another, stepped into the snow that was nearly as high as their calves, stepped forward, aimed at the legs, feet or waist and killed them. go.

……

However, the scene in mid-air is completely different.

Unlike those West Asian soldiers on the ground who still need to "warm up and speed up", Wu Yue soon discovered that the few white-robed knights killed by him were as if they were alive, and even with the broken sword in their hands, they were as good as they were. He rushed again and again desperately.

"A half-dead thing!"

Wu Yue's complexion was ugly. In his Dui department, he has long been used to being the savior in the eyes of the people and his subordinates. They respect and love him, and this has long been a habit for him.

But right now, these sorcerers in West Asia actually made himself so embarrassing?

They should have revered me as God!

"roll!"

The steel mace swung open and closed, and hit the face of a white-robed knight in front of him. The head and the deflated visor were smashed from the shoulders, and the flesh under the silver armor could not hold the giant The power was torn apart, raising blood mist all over the sky.

Before the posture of the knight in front of him returned to normal, Wu Yue burst out, twin maces twined with lightning, trying to completely tear the monster in front of him alive.

high speed.

With lightning-like speed, Wu Yue has always been proud of his strong opponent.

After a while, he will be able to beat the monster in front of him beyond redemption, leaving no way to survive.

"Master Gongsun, look at this..."

On the city, Tantai Ming looked at every place on the battlefield with an extremely serious expression.

There were already teaching soldiers charging on the cliff, and when they were in close contact with the Simeng army, they all died in battle like a dog's skin plaster and got up again.

The last time Tan Taiming saw this kind of resurrection thing was Gongsun Changzheng's medicine cocoon.

"The medicine cocoon has medicine essence. Besides, the old man only has one medicine cocoon. If the teaching soldiers all over the mountains and plains are full of strange things like medicine cocoon, Xiya doesn't have to come to fight Simeng, just send troops to Taka."

Gongsun Chang looked positive but a little excited.

He has never seen this kind of thing, and the things that have never been seen are natural to him as a matter of course.

There was a flash of thunder in the sky, and a figure fell from top to bottom, crashing into the snow.

Tan Taiming raised his eyelids slightly, and was about to see if Wu Yue was about to kill the remaining white-robed knights, when suddenly his movements stopped, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

It was not Wu Yue who stopped in mid-air.

It was a man with a pale complexion like a wax figure. His slightly curly black long hair was blowing in the north wind. He was holding a soft braid that shone with metallic luster. Mace is average.

The man looked at Wu Yue who had fallen to the ground, and remained motionless for a long time. When he raised his head again, his expression was even slightly mournful.

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"Zombies? Resident Evil? What the hell!"

Han Dongwen turned off the forum, threw the Xuanji plate to the table, and pulled his hair irritably.

Xiao Hongdou looked at His Highness timidly, and said after a while of consideration: "Your Highness, you only had lunch recently, don't starve to death..."

Han Dongwen shook his head, stood up and paced with his hands behind his back: "It's okay, I...I have something to think about now."

Wu Yue's death was not a small matter, but it was not a big deal either.

Facing the attack from West Asia, if one lieutenant can't handle it, then three lieutenants can be appointed, and if he can't handle it, let Tantaifu go out in person. This is not something that needs to be considered by oneself.

The question is, why should West Asia attack?
Judging from the videos that can be seen on the forum, West Asia's offensive is not a great victory, and the opponent's battle damage is also quite exaggerated.

Those weird soldiers who died like zombies seemed to only be able to maintain their activities for a while, but they were not invulnerable. After Tan Taiming confirmed that Wu Yue had died in battle, the Simeng army resolutely retreated and defended the city.

After about three hours of high-intensity attack and defense, those living dead were also unable to move with their limbs broken, which made Simeng reluctantly heave a sigh of relief.

But there are still new soldiers attacking, as well as the uninterrupted rain of arrows, and the herd of beasts attacking again.

The West Asian State Religious Knights did not set up tents and set up camp. They planned to die in front of the city gate!
why?
"Tilda is not in Aquila City, is Giuseppe crazy?"

The pale man was recognized by Han Dongwen at a glance. He was an old acquaintance of the Knights of West Asia.

The industrious knight Giuseppe, among the former West Asian camp players, his more famous nickname is——

"Fucking up the knight, it really adds to the chaos!"

Han Dongwen frowned. To this formerly friendly NPC, he really didn't remember ever seeing the other party make a move, and he couldn't divide it into P1P2P3 like facing Aodu.

Could it be possible for him to take down Skyhawk City?

Absolutely not. It is one thing to help the Grand Duke fight against the rebels, but it is another thing to be beaten into the house.

If Skyhawk City is brought down, then Simeng will undoubtedly be kicked into the mud pit of Zhanluan—although there will be chaos sooner or later, at the very least, Han Dongwen still hopes to give himself some time to settle the matter of surrender. Handled properly.

He wanted to survive, but if Simeng embarked on the original script and faced enemies from both sides and eventually subjugated the country, how would he survive?

The ordinary people can live, but the king who subjugates the country must die.

"Is Simeng really going to war?"

Little Red Bean got closer: "No... Didn't you say it was for the suppression of the rebellion in West Asia? Why did you still..."

She didn't finish her question. To be honest, Xiaohongdou didn't know what was going on at the border. The decisions of these big men just made the maids panic in private and worried about their hometown.

But His Highness's hard work in the past few days is more than the sum of the first few months, and Xiao Hongdou can see it.

"No...try not to."

Han Dongwen sighed, trying not to sound too tired.

He only knew from his impressions that such a "peacekeeping and rebellion" strategy could be implemented, but he realized it when he actually used it. The capital to be able to go out and intervene in peacekeeping is probably because he must first be really strong.

He was silent for a moment, and straightened his waist again:

"IFC should be ready, let's change clothes."

Regardless of whether Wu Yue's death in battle was Tantai Ming's intention not to help, Han Dongwen didn't want to simply agree to Tantai's withdrawal of Siyang's military commander.

His final decision was to ask the State Finance Department to transfer Liu Cheng to the border, so that the Department of Military Justice would not favor any side.

Calling Liu Cheng, "unfreezing" Tilda, and mediating the immediate evacuation of the mission—the State Finance Department suddenly became Han Dongwen's most concerned direction.

He was vaguely worried that there might be the hands and feet of the general manager Manjusri, but no matter what, it was better than sitting still and waiting for death.

Xiao Hongdou came forward and took off Han Dongwen's robe that was draped over his shoulders, and changed him into the gown and cloak that he went out with.

Han Dongwen touched the silver-armed scorpion on his left arm unconsciously - he still doesn't know how to use this thing, and Huang Zigao has no news for the time being.

But since Gao needs to live by himself, this thing should be of some use.

"It's rare to leave the palace without a disguise. What do you think? Is it cold, or is it too thick?"

Xiao Hongdou put away the clothes that Han Dongwen had changed, and looked at His Highness in front of him, who was wearing a winter outfit for going out, and a white robe with gold patterns, and felt a little novel.

"Just right."

Han Dongwen looked down and smiled.

Outside the door, Li Zai and his chariots and horses were already waiting.

On the ground, hoarfrost has already accumulated light snow.

"Let's go, Dingfa Pavilion."

(End of this chapter)