My doppelganger drama

A few days had passed since the invitation letter, and Fukong embarked on a new battlefield.

"Huh? Have you lost the defense?" Fu Kong felt the veins on his forehead jumping after hearing the bad news.

But looking at the gray-faced and dull-eyed commander in front of him, he couldn't vent his temper on these people. At least Fukong was more willing to believe that they had tried their best, but the weakness of the mortal soldiers in the face of the magician troops could not be imagined. And know.

The battle line was lost, a city was captured, another defeat.

"What's the specific situation?" Fukong asked.

"It was a surprise attack by an imperial magician. A team of about ten people sneaked in at night. Our magician's magic was not detected and he was killed first. After that, they tried on me and the city lord respectively. Beheading, my personal followers blocked the fatal blow for me and escorted me to escape. In the chaos, the imperial army outside also began to attack, and the inside and outside responded, and the city gate was opened from the inside, and then..."

The commander buried his head in his face before finishing his words, breathing heavily.

"How much troops have been withdrawn?"

"Only part of them. After entering the city, they quickly blocked the other gates, trying to trap us. There are still many brothers left there to fight." The commander's eyes showed a little light: "Yes, there are still brothers waiting. We, we need reinforcements to fight back. Not long has passed and they haven't completely settled down yet. There is still a chance to take it back!"

Before Fu Kong said anything, this man immediately picked up hope.

That's right, someone who has reached this position, how does it look like to cry and cry after a defeat? He almost wondered whether the military training of the dynasty during this period had gone to weird places.

Now it seems to be somewhat bloody.

"Reinforcements will arrive soon. Be prepared to make up for your mistakes." Fukong said.

The soldier nodded, but soon had some doubts: "However, although the imperial army has not been completely stabilized in the city, those magicians are still difficult to deal with..."

"I'm going to take care of it now." Fukong immediately lost interest when he heard that his worry was this, and interrupted directly.

The tone was like saying that he was going for a walk after dinner.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, and then quickly patted his head.

He was so stupid, the Martial God of Dynasty was right in front of him!

Fukong turned around and said, "Just do the same as they did. I'll go in first, and then you can follow with your troops, cooperate inside and outside, and take back the city. Is there any problem?"

"clear!"

"Hmph." Fu Kong grunted, opened the tent and left.

…

After Fu Kong went out, he glanced at the shadow of the city in the distance and set off directly.

It was noon, when the sun was at its strongest.

He traveled unimpeded, and the imperial sentries on the periphery failed to detect him, and then approached the city wall.

If he were to attack the city directly, he could get through it with one punch now, but after all, it was a city that was about to be recaptured. It would not be good to just open holes casually, so he restrained his thoughts.

I kind of miss the feeling of using the body of the troupe leader to take action in the outside world.

It feels really good to be unscrupulous. Ever since he entered the gate of Zhenwu, he has never done anything in his own world.

Even more so today.

After concentrating his senses for a moment, he quickly took everything in the city into his mind:

…

"Don't worry, we have already captured this place and can kill them at any time."

"If you talk nonsense, the dynasty will definitely not give up. Reinforcements will definitely come back, so we can't relax."

"So what? The dynasty simply can't spare much power to support this place in a short period of time. Once we stabilize our position and form a defensive situation, it will be even more impossible to do anything to us."

…

"Brothers! Hold on! Support will definitely arrive!"

"Wuwu...I...I don't want to die..."

"Pick up the sword! If you die now, you will be laughed at by those who live soon!"

"The city lord's head has been hung on the city wall, will support really come?"

"kill!"

…

"Why don't you go and kill those noisy dynasty soldiers directly?"

"That said, why don't you go?"

"We are desecrating God's blessing by killing mortals. We should leave it to the soldiers below."

"Then you still ask me?"

"Because I know you and I have different opinions."

"Heh, I'll go there and keep an eye out. Although it's unlikely, there are experts in the dynasty."

…

Fu Kong was expressionless.

Imperial soldiers are encircling the remaining dynasty soldiers.

Some of the remnants of the dynasty are still resisting to the death, while others are on the verge of despair. Many residents of the city have been persecuted, and the city lord is also dead.

Then, seventeen imperial magicians were scattered in the city. It was truly an envy of the dynasty. For the dynasty, the reserve of magicians did not support sending a team of more than ten elite magicians to advance with a not very important front.

The last conversation was between two magicians.

After understanding the situation, Fu Kong jumped up without wasting any more time.

…

In a corner of the city, the corpses of dynasty soldiers could be piled up into a hill.

In addition, there are a large number of resident corpses, which are used as items to consume the minds of the resisters and are piled up not far away.

The imperial soldiers have gradually relaxed. With the last intensive martial arts practitioners among the dynasty soldiers falling, the remaining soldiers are no longer of concern.

At this time, footsteps came.

A figure wearing a gray and white robe and a special headdress came forward.

Whether it is the headdress or the decoration on the robes, they all show a dim golden pattern, which is the symbol of faith of the imperial state religion.

In other words, this is their holy seal.

The empire's state religion magicians use this kind of wonderful magic that uses the holy seal as a medium.

"Priest!" The soldiers were very pious.

"It's too slow. It's shameful and wasteful to play with desperate animals. Let them rest in peace as soon as possible." The magician was a relatively young man who looked straight when he spoke.

"But the resistance from the dynasty soldiers was fierce. To be on the safe side..."

"It doesn't matter, let me help you." The magician smiled.

The soldiers looked at each other, but in the end the general who led him had no objection.

It is naturally best to save effort. Most priests really don't like to do such dirty and tiring work, but occasionally some with idiosyncrasies will take the opportunity to "preach" at the cost of the listener's life.

After nodding, the magician walked towards the war-torn area.

at this time……

"Frack! Over the head!" A shout came from behind, the voice of his colleague, and he subconsciously raised his head.

The sun was dazzling, and he was still confused at first, but soon, a black spot appeared from the sun, which made him frown.

Then as the black spot enlarged, his eyes gradually widened and his mouth opened.

I originally thought it was some new weapon from the dynasty, but it turned out...it was a fucking person!

boom!

The figure quickly landed on the ground. Although it was deliberately controlled, it did not cause damage to the site, but it still set off a strong wave of air that swept around. Many soldiers were unable to stand still and were directly blown back and fell.

Priest Flack looked at the man who stood up carelessly from the smoke, sweating profusely.

catalyst! prayer! Perform magic!

We must take action immediately! Otherwise, you will die...

Bang!

The idea didn't even come out completely. Flack's good knowledge of magic allowed him to quickly move his body without even thinking about the problem when he realized the problem. He contacted the catalyst to form a quick prayer, and the holy seal of magic had appeared.

Quickly, but his head shattered even faster.

The headless body shook and then fell.

Fu Kong stepped on the corpse: "The city lord was beheaded in public? Although I really want to say that the heads on the city wall will be replaced by all of you's heads immediately, but I don't like to keep the heads, so I'm sorry."

After hearing these words and seeing Fu Kong's face clearly, the ordinary imperial soldiers around him didn't have time to make any expressions, and followed in the footsteps of Priest Flack.

Headless corpses fell one by one.

In the distance, a group of dynasty soldiers took advantage of the street terrain to persist in resistance.

At this time, a loud noise in the distance attracted their attention.

A soldier took advantage of the gap to look over there. After seeing the figure clearly, he was stunned, and then his eyes filled with tears.

"Why are you crying?! The sand is blinding you, so wipe it quickly, the other side is about to hit you!"

"No! Our reinforcements have arrived!" The tearful soldier quickly reacted and shouted.

"Are you stupid? Where are the reinforcements coming from?"

"It's over there! Alone!"

"You are playing tricks on us! One person is nothing but a reinforcement. Not even gods can save us!" A rather ruffian soldier couldn't help but curse.

At this moment, several muffled sounds came from their partition wall, and then the attack they faced came to an abrupt end.

They were stunned and quietly looked over.

The enemies they had been wary of had all turned into corpses, and their heads... probably turned into the broken flesh and bones on the ground.

The dynasty soldier who was yelling and scolding just now was stunned: "Oh my god, there is such a god!"