Reborn from the ashes: The Fifth Miss Devil

Yu Wendong didn't notice anything unusual about the two thousand soldiers, he even saw that some of the spies he arranged were among them.

Yu Wendong also knew about Yun Jingchu's 2000 men. They were just a group of idle soldiers who hadn't fought all year round, and they weren't threatening.However, what was Yun Jingchu relying on for coming to challenge her so confidently?

Yu Wendong looked at the two thousand soldiers below who shouted for him to fight, and fell into deep thought.

By the way, Thor's Wrath.Yu Wendong slapped his forehead and remembered a very important link.

The last time Yun Jingchu defeated him, and what made him fearful, wasn't he relying on Thunder God's Wrath?Right now, he hasn't thought of a way to deal with Thor's Wrath. She suffered a heavy loss in the last battle, and he still has lingering fears.

So, should he play or not?Yu Wendong hesitated again.

"General, what embarrassing thing did you think of?" the scribe asked.

"I thought about why Yun Jingchu dared to yell at me like this. She has the wrath of the thunder god." Yu Wendong said with a gloomy face and a gloomy tone.

The scribe was slightly startled, then his eyes flickered violently, and after a long silence, he said, "General, I'll take care of this."

"How did you do it?" Yu Wendong looked puzzled.

"Look at the general, the subordinates promise to complete the task." After the scribe finished speaking, he looked at Yun Jingchu and the others outside, and said loudly: "Yun Jingchu, do you think we will be fooled? You have the wrath of the thunder god in your hand, we Having suffered from you just now, of course I won’t be easily fooled by you again.”

Outside the city, Yun Jingchu was wearing bright armor, Yun Jingyan, Yun Jingxi, Wu Jiu and Baili Wushang were protecting her.

Today, Wu Jiu and Baili Wushang did not wear metal masks, but disguise masks.

Hearing the shout of the scribe on the tower, Yun Jingchu pressed his hands to stop the soldiers behind him from shouting, looked up, looked at Yu Wendong on the tower and the scribe next to him, and said loudly: "If you are timid, you are timid, don't worry about it. Find your own reason."

"Yun Jingchu, it's useless for you to use aggressive methods." The scribe said firmly, "We should not fight, we are judging the situation and cherishing the opponent's soldiers. On the other hand, you, Yun Jingchu, have no ability. Here, the fox is pretending to be the tiger, relying on the Thunder God's Wrath that your elder sister left you to show off your power here, to put it bluntly, without your elder sister, you are nothing."

When he said the next few words, the tone of the scribe became mocking.

A look of worry flashed across Yun Jingchu's face, and the tone of the answer was also angry: "Whether I have the ability or not is not up to you. In a word, you should fight or not, and admit that you are a coward if you don't fight. How can there be so many people?" nonsense?!"

"Sorry, we should not fight. An incompetent girl, our general disdains to accept your challenge. Please listen clearly, it is disdain, not dare." The scribe said arrogantly, "Brothers below, You follow such incompetent people to the peak, be careful, if there is no Thunder God's Wrath one day, maybe you will die miserably. I hope you have enough Thunder God's Wrath."

Yun Jingchu's face turned blue, as if he was very angry, and his answering voice began to tremble and tremble: "Fart! After all, you are afraid of the Wrath of the Thunder God in my hand, okay, I don't use the Wrath of the God of Thunder If I win, all of you will surrender and welcome us into the city.”