Three Kingdoms Come to the World

Chapter 110

Chen Gong stood on a high ground, watching the battle with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, pointing to the battlefield, he asked.

"Yuan Rang, if we are the ones attacked by the Yellow Turban Army, can you hold it?"

Xiahou Dun looked at the battlefield with a solemn face, looked at the ferocious and fearless yellow scarf warriors, and shook his head.

"I can't hold it. Although these Yellow Turban soldiers are only Tier [-], they already have the strength comparable to Tier [-] soldiers."

"But Ning'an Village is guarding."

"Ning'an is so strong."

Xiahoudun sighed, but his face was very solemn. This Ning'an Village seemed to be a mountain pressing down on his heart.

"Ning'an Village has a market by the lake, and the village market is looking for beast souls. The number of spearmen has far exceeded ours."

Chen Gong muttered to himself, not knowing whether to tell it to himself or others.

On the other hand, Xiahou Dun was so absorbed in watching the battle that he didn't seem to hear it.

"Most of the main force in Ning'an Village is now in the camp. If it is breached, all the efforts of this time will be in vain, and our strength will directly surpass Ning'an."

Xiahou Dun was still concentrating on watching the battle, as if he was deeply immersed in it.

"And I also figured out the origin of these thousand yellow scarf warriors.

It was a first-order soldier who disappeared on the island before. He used secret methods to stimulate his life potential and forcibly became a yellow scarf warrior.

This secret method consumes a lot of materials, and also requires key soldier symbols.

Even so, all the yellow turban wrestlers who were forcibly mobilized would die within three days.

In other words, after today, no matter whether they win or lose, these thousand yellow scarf fighters will definitely die. "

After all the words were said, Xia Houdun still didn't hear, and concentrated on watching the battle.

We don't know anything, we don't say anything.

Seeing this, Chen Gong didn't speak any more, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two watched the battle quietly, with the army recuperating behind them, with no intention of supporting Ning An.

But the other two sides didn't know what to think. When they came, they just watched the battle silently, and no one supported them.

Seeing this, Chen Gong was not surprised, it can be said that this was all in his calculations.

But, why is there always an ominous premonition?

What am I missing?
The people who were poured by the boiling water let out howls, but no one flinched. They still carried the giant log and charged, and continued to climb up against the attack.

The red and swollen skin on his body was torn apart, and the skin and flesh were separated piece by piece, exposing the hideous and terrifying flesh and nerves inside.

It was in this situation that the giant wood hit the gate for the third time.

Bang!
The door shattered with a roar, and the people behind were knocked flying more than ten meters away, scattered all over the ground, their chests were sunken, their bones and tendons were broken, and their pale faces were like gold paper.

But as soon as they landed, a few teams of spearmen ran up behind them and carried them into the house. During the process, each of them stuffed a spirit fruit into their mouths.

The spirit fruit played a role. Although the injury could not be fully recovered, it hanged his life.

After putting the wounded away, they left the room one after another and rushed to the door.

At this time, Dian Wei led the team and formed a steel barrier at the broken gate.

Eleven people completely turned into killing machines, strangling lives one by one at a fast speed.

After changing professions to become a Yellow Turban Warrior, his strength and defense power increased, but no amount of defense power could stop the big gun made of pure steel.

No matter how high the defense is, it can't stop the thick and heavy folding iron knife.

Dian Wei, who stood at the front of the crowd, simply threw away his long spear, picked up his pair of short halberds again, and danced wildly like a madman, smashing the yellow turban wrestlers in front of him into minced meat.

And the dozens of spearmen who came behind quickly filled the vacant positions, hiding behind the heavy armored infantry, stretching and shrinking their spears in their hands, outputting crazily.

For a moment, the yellow scarf wrestlers who were like a tide were blocked out of the gate abruptly, and they were not allowed to enter at all.

Time passed slowly, and the sun in the sky was getting higher and higher, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

The pool of blood on the ground emits a foul stench under the sunlight, which is extremely smoky and the smell of blood diffuses, making the sky more bloody.

The blood on his body quickly solidified under the scorching sun, and then melted under the soaking of sweat, dripping with the sweat.

After a long battle, the city defense team has rotated three times, and everyone is already sore and exhausted.

However, with reasonable rotation, spiritual fruit treatment at all costs, and even dragon marrow hanging, the casualties have always been maintained within a reasonable and acceptable range.

But in this fierce war, when everyone is fighting bloody battles, and in the process of being rescued by their comrades, their fighting spirit becomes more intense, and although their spirits are exhausted, they become more tenacious.

War is like a forging furnace.

The first built army is a piece of pig iron, full of impurities, soft, fragile, and brittle.

And after repeated forging in the forging furnace, the army was finally forged into steel, turning into an invincible and indestructible iron lion.

Waves of fierce fighting intent, one after another exuberant spirit rose up into the sky, stirred into the strong evil spirit in the air, and merged with it.

The evil spirit that had already reached the critical point made up for the last missing part. In the void, on this battlefield, a qualitative change took place.

The evil spirit was stirred into a ball in the void, slowly forming a high-speed rotating vortex.

Streams of malevolent energy were compressed by the vortex and squeezed out from the bottom of the tiny vortex. After being squeezed out, the malevolent energy was stained red.

Bit by bit, the evil spirit turned red, until one level, two levels, three levels. [-]%!

Not long after, the chaotic evil spirit successfully merged with fighting spirit and spirit, and turned into an orderly and tenacious red evil spirit that enveloped the army.

The moment the cloud of red evil spirit enveloped the army, every soldier seemed to be assisted by a god.

There is a tacit understanding between soldiers and soldiers, and the cooperation is extremely tacit.

The soldiers received a blessing from somewhere, and their strength became more than one step stronger, their strength became stronger, their speed became faster, and their reactions were quicker.
More importantly, after the red evil spirit enveloped one's own army, it began to slowly spread towards the Yellow Turban Army.

The spread process was not blocked at all, directly covering the Yellow Turban Army.

Every Yellow Turban soldier covered by evil spirits felt as if they were being crushed by a mountain, which was extremely uncomfortable, and their strength was weakened by several percent.

One side increased and the other weakened, and Ning'an began to suppress the Yellow Turban Wrestlers. Although they couldn't counter-kill, it seemed impossible for the Yellow Turban Wrestlers to break through Ning'an Village.

Seeing this, Fang Fan's eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke.

"Give up, you won't be able to break through the camp, retreat now, I'll let the past go."

Under the effect of spiritual energy, Fang Fan's words resounded throughout the battlefield and among the forests.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Li Yang in the camp heard this, his eyes widened, and he looked at Fang Fan suspiciously.

let bygones be bygones

This is the village chief?No, there is definitely a conspiracy here, who does the village chief want to mess with?
Li Yang fell into deep thought.

"Hmph, Fang Fan, you are too happy, this is just the beginning."

The adult's voice also echoed on the battlefield, his tone full of disdain.

When Fang Fan heard it, there was a slight smile on his face.

"Really, that's a pity, it's too late, haven't you noticed? You are now surrounded by us and other four major forces, so what if you have the ability to reach the sky?

My four families charged and strangled from all sides, how long can you hold on. "

The adult in the center of the Yellow Turban Army heard this and quickly sent people to investigate, but the information he sent back made his face change drastically.

(End of this chapter)