Emperor game: sss difficulty I deduce everything

Don't even think they know.

The Deshengmen urn in front of him has turned into a purgatory on earth.

And the fact.

This is also true.

As Li Ye said.

This is a pot of broth intertwined with fire and blood.

Use the urn city as the pot.

Use rockets as firewood.

And the tens of thousands of Xiongnu troops in the Wengcheng are the broth in the pot!

Li Ye stood quietly at the top of the wall.

Looking at the raging fire, it quickly engulfed the group of beasts in human skin.

Watching them throw away their helmets and armor, rolling, running, screaming and wailing in the flames.

Watching them slowly disappear under the torment of the fire.

It was a massacre without blood.

Because all the flesh and blood of the Xiongnu army were burned under the raging fire.

The fire burns away all the filth in the Urn City.

There was no sympathy, let alone any emotion.

Because this is war.

Either you die or I die.

Behind them is Deshengmen, the capital city!

It is the millions of people in the capital!

If the capital really falls.

They believe.

The Huns will only use methods ten times and a hundred times more cruel than this to impose on them and tens of thousands of people in the capital.

They can't lose, and they can't lose!

and so.

No matter the sword.

Agni is also good.

Even in the dark.

We must also guard the great light in this capital city!

They are here today.

To be done.

It is to use all means to destroy all the invading enemies!

It is only necessary to push this capital into the light.

Let the countless people in this capital city not have to be stained with blood.

Even in the dark, with bloody hands.

They don't hesitate.

After more than half an hour.

when the fire goes out.

The gate of the Wengcheng was opened again.

It's been half an hour.

For Modun.

For many Hun leaders.

For an army of tens of thousands of Huns, it was an extremely torturous time.

It can be said that days are like years.

But when separated by an incomparably wide moat, everything in Wengcheng finally appeared in front of the Xiongnu army outside the city.

fell before their eyes.

It is the Urn City that has become a piece of scorched earth.

More than half an hour ago.

Their compatriots followed Mouton's orders.

With high momentum, he rushed into the urn city.

But half an hour later.

But it is already in front of Desheng's gate.

lifeless.

There is no need even to collect the corpse.

Because this group of Xiongnu army has already turned into a piece of charred bones.

Scattered everywhere in this vast urn city.

All he saw was shocking darkness.

The fire that has been extinguished, after the gate is opened.The gust of wind swept across, and waves of heat hit our faces, but they couldn't make the hearts of the Xiongnu army, which had already dropped to freezing point, become hotter.

Accompanied by the strong wind, there are bursts of burnt fragrance in the air.

All Huns know what that smells like.

In front of the entire Desheng Gate, there were only billowing green smoke and the creaking bones of the Huns burned by the embers of the fire that had not yet been extinguished.

Everything seemed to be silent.

The originally high-spirited Xiongnu army has long been mourned, with low morale, like walking dead.

His gaze fell on the Urn City, which could be called purgatory on earth.

Many Xiongnu soldiers were pale, trembling, and crumbling.

This tragic scene.

Even this group of Xiongnu soldiers who fought countless battles suddenly felt their minds swaying.

They are already used to life and death.

But the lives of tens of thousands of compatriots.

In just over half an hour, with a raging fire, everything was burned.

Fragile as a candle in the wind.

Such a sight.

In their eyes, it was still like a bolt from the blue.

In an instant.

I don't know how many Hun soldiers, clutching their chests, retreated involuntarily.

At this moment, although the gate was opened again, no Huns dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

City head.

Li Ye stood tall in front of Desheng's gate, with his head held high.

Ignoring Maodun under the protection of the audience, and the still large army of Huns, he slowly stretched out his right hand: "Modun, Huns. Do you still like this gift from me? "

The high-pitched and loud shout, with waves of sound, resounded in front of the entire Desheng Gate.

The Great Xia generals at the head of the city.

They also stared at Maodun and the Hun army in front of them with eyes full of evil spirits.

due to sight.

All the Huns did not dare to look at each other and lowered their heads one after another.

"Shan... Shan Yu, we, shall we fight or retreat now!?"

King Hunxie, who was still arrogant at first, tremblingly looked towards Maodun beside him, his tone was as trembling as his body.

But Mao Dun's expression was distorted, and he was clutching his chest in pain.

The entire facial features have even been distorted to the point of deformation.

gritted teeth.

The head seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it lifted up bit by bit.

His eyes stabbed at the familiar figure at the top of the city.

His mouth could not stop moving.

Even if there are a thousand words.

But at this moment.

In front of the bones of countless Hun soldiers in Wengcheng.

But he couldn't say a word.

Not far away, the miserable scene of purgatory on earth was reflected in Maodun's mind, and it was frozen.

Modun knows.

This is a scene that I will never forget in my life.