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Fang Qi didn't mean to be disdainful.

In fact, sometimes this kind of network and relationship is also a kind of victory resource.

"Their army looks huge, but it is actually divided into many factions. There are too many people who can hold power in them, and the hearts of the people are not in harmony!"

"They are an alliance, and we are a group!"

"If we really want to fight, they do have a large number of people, but they are not as united as we are!"

"Our fighters are all tempered in the rain of blood, but they may not have such opportunities!"

"This is our strength. From my point of view, I feel that once our strengths are brought into play, we will be invincible!"

"Fight! Roar! The last battle! I am with you!"

"This time, we give up the so-called tactics and attack with the whole army!"

"Soldiers! Your carnival night... is here!"

Fang Qi yelled suddenly, his heart full of excitement made him a little ecstatic.

it's over!

He was extremely tired after several days of fighting.

Not only physically, but also mentally, the constant intrigue, continuous war and massacre, this feeling of boredom has become more and more profound.

As Fang Qi stepped forward, his expression gradually became more intense.

At this very moment, one should have such courage and spiritual strength.

"Master Hanqing, we will definitely win this battle..."

"I have found out that our opponent is a country bumpkin from the lower third-class fairy mansion! I guess he was a general in the mortal country before and led soldiers and horses, so he has a bit of tactical warfare and is very good at sneak attacks. ..."

"Many forces have been defeated by them in this way... But in fact, their methods are nothing... Generally speaking, we don't take them seriously at all. We now have hundreds of thousands of Soldiers and horses, they only have 30,000 to 50,000, they are not our opponents at all, we only need to charge once, and they will definitely die!"

There were flattering monks around who spoke confidently, as if they could already see the result.

"I hope so!"

"Don't take it lightly, it won't be easy for people to survive till the end!"

Han Qing paused, with a slightly worried look on his face, but soon, he abandoned this sense of worry.

From his point of view, he felt that there was absolutely no need for him to worry about this.

Although those flattering guys just said a little bluntly, but one thing is true, that is, he now occupies the superior force.

Moreover, the battlefield in front of him is a large plain. If there is a fight, it will be a big deal. Anyway, he has a lot of troops under his command, so he can still win in the end.

Other things are actually not important, only victory is what they care most about.

"Commander, the enemy has launched an attack!"

The scout rushed in to report.

"Hehe! We haven't attacked yet, so he can't wait! Since that's the case, he will meet them! All-out attack!"

The melody of the war was thoroughly tuned, and the breath of death gradually flowed out.

Nearly 200,000 troops collided on the plain, fighting with gold and iron horses, killing at the end...

The surrounding river turned blood-colored, the surrounding valleys were filled with corpses, the wailing of war horses, and the announcement of death could be heard endlessly.

rumbling...

The killing is still going on, and the death is still increasing.

This illusory killing has gradually condensed into reality...