Chapter 1101: Fiasco
Chapter 1101 defeated
The Terran Warrior suddenly lost power, panic, shock and fear!
The fire has already appeared, but the power of the Terran has dissipated.
How can it be!
The dead people are not successful?
"The devil has such power!" The high-ranking people of the human race screamed loudly.
Who can think that the Mozu can directly deprive the Terran of power, which is terrible, but a deadly killer.
The Terran Commander is roaring, his face is ugly to the extreme, and now there is no possibility of fighting, only retreat!
But whether you can live back to the memory of the autumn, but it is a gray.
The Terran has withdrawn from the army, and there has been chaos. This change has come so suddenly that it is a well-trained soldier. At this moment, it is also helpless.
In the face of a powerful opponent, this is not the case, but there is nothing in the battlefield, but at this moment the power disappears and there is no power in the battle.
How can I stay calm?
The Terran is in chaos, and it’s awkward.
Seeing victory is in sight, but it is lost in an instant, and the Mozu is regrouping and killing will come up.
This is destined to be a fiasco.
Scorpio, the Holy One is in the embarrassment, but it is blocked by the Prince of the Devil, it is difficult to support, and their own power is also attenuating, and even it is difficult to preserve themselves.
On the ground, the Wolf Legion squadron, the momentum is still boundless and terrible, such as wolf smoke, straight into the sky, but it is difficult to block the old rivals.
After the red and white double hall was broken, the red light shattered everything, and the white prison cage locked the world. However, the strength was greatly reduced, and it was difficult.
The Terran lost all the way, sprinkled blood all the way, could not stop the magic army like a wolf.
In the end, less than half of the people who escaped the autumn customs, the casualties were heavy, and they were more painful than the previous battle. They experienced the massacre, almost a genocidal failure.
The fourteenth day of the election, the thirteenth day of the election, the tenth of the day of the election, and the later killing, cover the eightth of the heavenly election of the Terran retreat, all serious injuries, no longer fight!
Four days of election, one salary, it is difficult to block the magic army.
Recalling the autumn gate, the Mozu soldiers came, and the war weapons fell like rain, but they could not resist.
In the past, the first generation of the **** of war, Cheng Yiqiu, adhered to the country by the power of one person, and protected the peace of the tens of thousands of years. When I remembered that the autumn was self-reliant, it was the human barrier.
Today, however, it is difficult to stop the magic army.
In the autumn of the autumn, a cloud is bleak, and the soldiers at the bottom are full of horror, almost going crazy.
This defeat was too bad. The comrades left on the road, more than any time, must be powerless. No one can stop it. It can only be withdrawn.
The Terran is really going to be defeated, and it has never been defeated!
Recalling the autumn and the roaring, the huge wall is shaking, and the defenses formed by countless heavy methods have already broken through the majority.
The war weapons of the Mozu are too strong. At this moment, the unimpeded attack, such as the rainstorm, is the first glory in the world, and it can't resist it.
"Retreat, stay here, only face the slaughter!" The commander of the Terran made a difficult decision, and his strength was superb, but now, there are few left, even the general half-sacred.
"This is the memory of the autumn, is the human race portal, retreat, where to retreat?" There is a military commander, and it is a wound.
"If you don't retire, then you will all die here. Now half of the Terran forces are gathered here. If it is completely destroyed, the Terran is really finished!"
"What a joke, after the autumn gate, there are hundreds of millions of people. When we retreat, they will all be slaughtered. We are soldiers. Do we have to watch them die?"
"Then what do you say, now this situation, even life can not do, what to take?"
"We are dead, our compatriots will die, and we will retreat, but have the opportunity to avenge our compatriots. Which one do you choose?"
The controversy was fierce, but in the end, many people were silent. Although they were extremely angry, they were unwilling, but they were powerless.
Without power, nothing can be done.
"What about the marshal?" someone asked.
"He is uniting with the saints of my family to resist the princes of the Mozu, but the situation is extremely grim, I am afraid it will not be able to withstand how long."
Even the characters like Yan Sigui have also been affected, and the weakening of power is very serious. It can support the present and is already a manifestation of strength.
However, it will not last long.
It’s said that everyone’s face is white again.
"His Court of the War, let's decide!" The commander of the Terran Commander was in pain.
The red lotus armor was broken and covered in blood. In order to protect the large forces from fleeing, she suffered too many attacks and could hardly support it.
Honglian is biting her teeth. She has been fighting in the north for the rest of her life. How can she give up this hero?
However, without giving up, the loss of the Terran will be even greater, even difficult to recover.
"How long can we support with our current strength?" Hong Lian took a deep breath and sighed.
"At most one hour!"
"Then support another hour, if the power still does not recover, then abandon the retreat to the enemy's hinterland!" The warrior made the final decision.
In this regard, no one has any objections, and they havetened to leave and arrange many matters.
In particular, the people behind the customs must arrange for the transfer as soon as possible, but the number is really too much. I am afraid that one percent of the transfer is the limit.
There is no defense in Guanzhong, but it is nothing compared to Yiqiuguan. It can be supported by small wars. It is like a sea demon.
So even if you withdraw from the army, where to retreat, how to organize interception is a big problem.
But regardless of success or not, this time, the Terran is a fiasco.
The weapons of war in Guanzhong did not stop. Those expensive shells were not bombarded with money. They had an effect, but the results were minimal.
With the current offensive of the Mozu, the Terran may not be able to keep an hour.
However, there was a moment when the Terran was excited, because the town’s Marshal Li Feishuang led the reinforcements and arrived, all of them were big and strong.
It is related to the survival of the Terran, each family has no reservations, and the strong ones do their best.
This news is indeed exciting, but Li Feishuang, the old Marshal of the Terran, the man who was closest to the God of War, is not comparable to Yan Si.
However, in the end, it still can't stop the Mozu.
Not only the Mozu also have strong reinforcements, but various old monsters that have long since disappeared, and because of Li Feishuang they are also restricted, and the power is constantly passing, it is difficult to exert their full strength.
No hope, even Li Feishuang can not keep the country.
After all, he is not a real **** of war. He can't do the same as Cheng Yiqiu, and he can help turn the tide!
"I didn't expect it to be like this. Is this the Terran really defeated this time?" Yang Chong said, "This defeat is too heavy for the Terran, and the tens of thousands of years of accumulated dispersal."
It will return to the era when Cheng Yiqiu appeared, and the Terran was weak and bullied.
But in those days, there was Cheng Yiqiu. Now, who is there?
Wang Qianyu, Zuo Qiuhan, and Shi Tianhao are all biting their teeth. They want to kill the enemy, but they are full of powerlessness. They don't lose power, but at this time, there is no difference.
Don't say that they are, Ye Liangchen, the people's fire, can't change anything.
"Qin Qi, what are you going to do?" Su Qingqing called, seeing Qin Qi rushing out to Guan.
