I’m Almost At Immortal Ascension, You Say You Want Me To Be The Prince?

Rear of the camp.

A group of enemy troops was sneaking around.

Gradually, the sound of horseshoes became clear and audible.

"No, what should I do if the enemy attacked the rear camp?" Someone quickly asked after reacting.

Suddenly, the people in the defensive circle began to mess up.

"Don't mess, don't mess, since they divide the troops, the manpower will inevitably be reduced, and we may not be unable to fight." This is what Zhang San said.

Although he was a little trembling and his tone was not very confident, he at least played a leading role.

Everyone shook hands with their weapons, their hearts were anxious, and their eyes looked at him with hope.

Guru--

Zhang San swallowed hard.

He was panicked now, really panicked, but obviously he was already on a tough ride.

Everyone pinned their hopes on him.

"Everyone, we must hold the initiative in own hands, hiding here can only wait for death." Zhang San continued.

"How is that good?"

"Proactively attack."

"Isn't that going to die?"

"Hiding here is also dead, kill it, there is still a ray of life!"

"this......"

Zhang San bit his teeth and roared, "Kill!"

Then he took the lead and rushed out with a knife.

Li Mu stood in the dark watching the reactions of these people, especially Zhang San's actions, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the potential is really stimulated in the desperate situation, unexpected.

After Zhang Sanchong went out, few followed him.

But Li Mu quietly followed.

"Old Zhang, you can't tell, you are super brave."

A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Zhang San suddenly shook his body.

He turned around and took a look, "Shiro, what's the matter with you?"

"Isn't there anyone else?" Li Mu smiled.

Zhang San was overjoyed at first, and then his complexion began to fade again.

"Shiro, I'm afraid this time I'm inevitable, I..."

Zhang Sanben wanted to explain the funeral, but Li Mu directly interrupted the conversation.

"An Lao Zhang, you can't die with me!"

Afterwards, Li Muyou asked bashfully, "Lao Zhang, do you believe in light?"

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After Li Mu finished speaking, he accelerated and galloped out.

Zhang Sanyi had an incredible face, and then only heard Li Mu's shouts from a distance.

"On behalf of Taishang, destroy you!"

Then, there was a loud bang.

A huge fireball burst out suddenly.

Illuminated the entire night sky in an instant.

It was like a thunder in the sky and the earth.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this big fireball.

"Wang Biaotou, what is that?"

After all, Lao Wang was a middle-level employee of SF Group, and he recognized it as explosives at a glance.

And it's still that kind of large-yield weapon of mass destruction.

And those who can possess such weapons of mass destruction are definitely not ordinary people. In all likelihood, they are important figures in the SF Express system.

Therefore, Pharaoh made a decisive decision.

"Return to the rear camp to protect our personnel."

"Yes."

So all the combatants fought and retreated one after another, speeding back to the rear.

The enemy on the opposite side was also shocked by this sudden accident, and hurried over to see what happened.

The most shocking thing at this time was Zhang San, who watched this picture up close.

The whole person was dull, and his eyes were full of incredible expressions.

But then, there was another loud bang.

Another big fireball exploded.

Then screams, wailing, and horses neighing...

A bunch of chaotic sounds came into the ears.

The scenes in front of him were like slow motion, one by one reflected in Zhang San's mind.

As if being in an illusion."This is human work?" Zhang San couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Jang Saburo, Jang Saburo..."

I don't know how long it took before Zhang San found out that someone was shaking and calling him.

After looking back, it turned out to be Wang Biaotou.

"Zhang Saburo, what is going on?"

"Light, light, light... there is light!"

"What kind of shit?"

Wang Biao simply ignored him, turned his head and ordered the guards behind him.

"The opponent is already in a mess, and according to the flames, there are only two hundred people on the other side. Don't be afraid!"

So everyone clenched their weapons and screamed into the enemy camp.

"kill--"

After Wang Biaotou had determined the specific number of the opponent, he instantly had a bottom in his heart, and he gave a grinning grin.

"There are only two hundred mothers, and a certain person thinks that there are thousands of soldiers and horses, and these people dare to offend me SF Express, looking for death!"

Although the number of SF Express is much smaller than that of the opponent, regardless of individual capability or weapons and equipment, these are all used to beat the opponent, and may not be without the strength of a battle.

Moreover, two weapons of mass destruction are now added.

It's really not a big problem to break up these guys.

Li Mu originally wanted to do a few more manual group attack skills, but found that Lao Wang led someone to rush over.

Just think about it, after all, he wanted to bear the guilt of murder, not worthwhile.

Lao Wang led the man and horse into the left and right wings and rushed over.

First, a burst of crossbow arrows attacked, and then raised the horizontal knife to cut towards the opponent.

The enemy had been frightened, completely no different from the lamb to be slaughtered.

SF's staff lifted their swords and fell, as if they were in the land of no one.

Especially the old Wang, the horizontal knife in his hand is waving like a special effect, very cool, very dazzling...

At first glance, it is a little master.

Li Mu nodded secretly, yes, he is a talent.

After about half a stick of incense, the other party realized that he seemed unable to recover, and began to organize a retreat.

Due to manpower issues, SF Express really couldn't do the siege, and could only watch the other side flee.

However, it's a blessing to be able to repel the enemy, so don't be delusional if you completely wipe out it. It's unscientific.

Even Li Mu himself, on his own, would not be able to completely wipe out.

Unless the opponent doesn't run, everyone heads up and kills the ball.

Originally, more than two hundred people took advantage of the darkness, mental arithmetic and unintentional, and launched the night attack, basically they were sure about it.

As a result, there was a hang-up, and the manual group attack skills came in two rounds.

Just put them in a daze.

That's how it is in a war. Once you are frightened, all that is left is to be slaughtered.

If you really want to win or lose in terms of numbers, there won't be so many humiliating battles in history.

Just after everyone had won the battle, while rejoicing for the rest of their lives, the old Wang suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Well, I forgot to take down a few live mouths and ask the other party to follow their feet."

"Don't be afraid of Pharaoh, I won two."

I saw Li Mu appeared in front of Wang Biao's head at some point, and with a prisoner in one hand, he was looking at him with a smile.

Lao Wang looked up, his skin was black and bronze, his cheeky smile, and his big white teeth were striking.

Suddenly remembered who this person was.

"Li Shilang? Is this the one you won?"

"hold head high!"

"Have you asked about their heels?"

"I haven't asked."

"Quickly ask."

"Oh, then you wait a moment."

Then turned to one of the prisoners and asked, "Who are you?"

The other party looked confused, pretending to be stupid and naive.

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, Li Mu went straight down.

puff!

The head flies up.

Captive, pawn!

Everyone was stunned.

f*ck What kind of interrogation is this, is it so cruel! ?

Just when Li Mu was about to ask another prisoner, Old Wang hurried over to stop him.

"Oh, hey, Li Shilang, I'll ask about it myself, please take a break first, don't hack this to death too."

Li Mu looked confused, "No, isn't it all acting like this on TV? How domineering!"

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