Chapter 0175 – Heavy Losses!!

This group of beaten down watt thorns suffered heavy casualties, and the last few remaining old, weak and sick, dragged their tired bodies, and had no combat effectiveness.

Mahamu was angry, he clenched his fist and looked at the Watt Thorn man behind him, paused, and said: “You bunch of waste, you are all waste.” ”

The Wathorn people, who lost the battle, have long been waste in Mahamu’s heart.

What surprised Zhu Zhanji was that Mahamu’s fighting spirit was still shaking, not to mention the dead tile thorn people, even without this group of tile thorn people, Mahamu was still in the throne.

The fighting spirit in this bone, I don’t know if it is Mahamu, Mahamu walked crookedly, his expression became indifferent, and his eyes were angry.

What the hell happened to Mahamu?

Zhu Zhanji sighed and said, “Mahamu, did you originally think that my five hundred elites would not be able to defeat it? The five hundred elites of this grandson have been in the battlefield for a long time. ”

These five hundred elites, let Mahamu feel surprised?

Why can’t the Tile Thorn be beaten?

Ma Hamu’s cold eyes swept over Zhu Zhanji, with a sword and shadow in his eyes, it seemed that he was about to kill Zhu Zhanji, paused, and said: “Those five hundred elites, I comprehended it, but I didn’t expect that my people were annihilated.” ”

The power of the five hundred elites, Mahamu understood, and just when he was surprised, he seemed to hear the sound of war again.

The voice was elsewhere, and Mahamu looked up, and in the grass in the distance, the elites were fighting with the old and sick of the Shingles.

This group of old, weak and sick, all wounded, with the last fighting spirit, to fight the elites for the final duel, Zhu Zhanji raised his eyes to look over.

The old, weak, sick and disabled fell to the ground one after another, Mahamu was dizzy, but he did not expect that the tile thorn people he brought were beaten down by the people brought by Zhu Zhanji.

Mahamu held the long sword and rushed towards Zhu Zhanji, but before Mahamu’s long sword rushed out, he saw the elites rushing to Zhu Zhanji’s side to protect him.

The elites turned into a human wall to guard Zhu Zhanji, and Mahamu’s eyes rushed with anger, and before he rushed to Zhu Zhanji’s side, the elites beat Mahamu to the side.

Mahamu raised his hand to push away the elite, he clenched his fists and leaned under the old locust tree, his body was upside down, his expression became complicated, and his heart became extremely tangled.

Why does this Zhu Zhanji have five hundred elites with comparable strength? Mahamu didn’t expect that.

Mahamu sighed and said, “I originally wanted to kill the crown prince, but I didn’t expect that the five hundred elites behind him were so powerful. ”

Hehe.

Zhu Zhanji sneered, Mahamu did not expect that the five hundred elites brought by Zhu Zhanji would be annihilated in minutes, and to Mahamu’s surprise, Mahamu actually thought that he could kill him.

A gust of wind blew, blowing Zhu Zhanji’s body cold, Zhu Zhanji took two steps forward, raised his eyes to look at Ma Hamu, paused, and said: “Ma Hamu, just because you want to kill me, you don’t even have a door.” ”

It is true that Ma Hamu’s strength is not so easy to kill Zhu Zhanji, and this Zhu Zhanji’s strength is not so obvious.

Mahamu originally thought that the tile thorn he brought could rush to Zhu Zhanji’s side, and he could kill Zhu Zhanji without leaving a piece of armor.

Mahamu did not expect that the Watt Thorn people did not defeat the five hundred elites, and the Watt Thorn people were repelled, all of them were old, weak and sick, dragging their crippled bodies away.

Looking at the shingles who had followed him for decades, the dead and wounded, Mahamu’s heart was extremely entangled.

Zhu Zhanji raised his eyes to look at Ma Hamu, it turned out that Ma Hamu also had an inner play, and Zhu Zhanji heard footsteps in a trance.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a man in blue could be faintly seen, wearing a jade hairpin on his head, and shaking it there with a gold-tracing folding fan in his hand.

The man came closer, and then Zhu Zhanji saw clearly that the man who came was Chu Xuan, Chu Xuan snapped and closed the folding fan, raised his eyes to look at Ma Hamu, paused, and said.

“Crown Prince, what is wrong with this Mahamu, how to hang tears in the corners of his eyes.”

Chu Xuan felt more and more strange, Ma Hamu was so spirited on weekdays, but he didn’t expect that this would actually become like this.

Chu Xuan sighed and said, “Crown Prince, what’s wrong with this Mahamu?” The tile thorn has been defeated, can the old, weak and sick still fight you? ”

The old, weak, sick and disabled must not be able to beat Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Zhanji sneered and swept his eyes over Ma Hamu, who was standing on the opposite side, paused, and said: “The tile thorns brought by this Mahamu have all been beaten on the head and moved by my people.” ”

The head arm moved?

Zhu Zhanji raised his hand and pointed at Mahamu, who was leaning under the pear blossom tree, but his body was trembling, and he seemed to have a lot of thoughts in his trance, and it seemed that he had a lot to say

Chu Xuan stood here quietly and watched, but there was nothing to see at this time, the battle had already been fought, if he said to see, just look at Mahamu’s wind candle old age.

Chu Xuan’s cold eyes swept over Ma Hamu and said, “It is estimated that the time to touch this Mahamu is not much, and the general Yizhong is about to rush over.” ”


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