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"If we burn the Khorchin grassland, we can really cut off the roots of the Mengniu people."

Li Nian, the general of the Western Army, showed a hint of sarcasm in his eyes and said lightly: "But the Mengniu people will never watch us set a big fire. As long as their wizards pray for rain, the fire will definitely be extinguished."

The corner of Guanjun Hou's mouth curled up: "Then kill their wizards, one wizard comes, kill one wizard. It's just right, we can wait for them to come."

"But the Mengniu cavalry is powerful. If we fight them on the grassland, we have no advantage."

Yuan Rang frowned and said.

Guanjun Hou looked into his eyes and smiled: "I just forced them to fight. My goal is not to annihilate the Mengniu army, but just to kill Fan Wubing. If Fan Wubing dies, Shu can be easily destroyed."

Three days later.

Khorchin grassland.

This time, Guanjun Hou brought 180,000 troops.

The Marquis of Guanjun said to the generals around him: "If we lose this battle, the 350,000 troops of Daqian who attacked Shu will be completely destroyed. We will all be convicted, some will be beheaded, and some will have their property confiscated. If we win, we will all be promoted, get promoted and get rich, one step to heaven, one step to hell."

"I believe that everyone is smart and should know how to choose."

A group of generals looked at each other.

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

To be honest, everyone was against the Marquis of Guanjun pulling everyone to fight the army of Shu, but the Marquis of Guanjun was very strong and could not listen to anyone's opinions. He would do whatever he wanted.

So, the generals, even if they opposed it, it was useless.

Everyone looked at the determined Marquis of Guanjun and shouted in their hearts, everyone knew that even if the Marquis of Guanjun defeated the 350,000 troops, there was a high probability that they would not be worried about their lives.

Why.

Because he is the nephew of Emperor Jing.

If he didn't die on the battlefield after losing this battle, someone would definitely be convicted and killed, but this person would definitely not be the Marquis of Guanjun.

"Set fire."

With the order of the Marquis of Guanjun, fierce flames burned on the prairie.

"No, someone is setting fire to the prairie."

"Hurry up and call in a wizard."

The people of Shu were frightened by the commotion on the Daqian side. The 180,000 troops of Daqian came to the prairie.

Naturally, they couldn't hide it from the people of Shu. In fact, a large number of troops had already rushed here.

A man with all kinds of feathers on his head, strange tattoos on his face and body, dark skin, and disheveled hair, danced and chanted, just like a singer on Earth singing a song.

Suddenly, heavy rain fell.

The rising flames were extinguished.

"No, the wizard of Shu has appeared." Yuan Rang said.

"Hmph, what's the use? Just kill him, isn't it?"

Guanjun Hou looked calm, raised the Zhentian Bow, and with a whoosh, the Qiankun Arrow shot out, hitting the wizard who was dancing. With the death of the wizard, the heavy rain in the sky stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the weather returned to normal.

The flames continued to burn.

During this period, there were still wizards who appeared, but they were all shot dead by Guanjun Hou.

Guanjun Hou was awesome, he was the bravest of the three armies, and had the strength of a middle-level third-grade master. In addition, he was protected by thousands of troops and had Daqian's national defense artifacts, the Zhentian Bow and the Qiankun Sword, which could kill any unit within three thousand meters.

On the Shu side, any wizard who showed up was shot dead by him.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger.

The people on the Shu side felt desperate.

"Why hasn't the general appeared yet?"

"If the general doesn't show up, the grassland will be burned."

"This is the root of our Mengniu tribe."

In the expectant eyes of the crowd, a figure in white suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Look."

"It's the general."

"We are saved."

"..."

...

The champion squinted his eyes and looked at the white figure in the air.

It was a pale young man, thin, not tall, about 1.7 meters, and looked like he was seriously ill. It was better to say that he was a monkey than a human, but no one dared to look down on him.

Because he was the first strange man in Shu.

Sick Tiger, Fan Wubing.

Don't look at this man, who looks like he is about to die, but he has been as strong as an ox since he was a child. At the age of three, he could lift a heavy tripod weighing ten thousand pounds.

At the age of seven, without practicing martial arts, he killed a fifth-rank warrior with one punch.

Since the beginning of his cultivation, he has been unimpeded. Now at the age of 28, he has reached the level of a third-grade master, and is only one step away from the level of a grand master.

Last year, he even did aThe shocking thing was that he killed Xiao Zhan, the Dingguo magic needle of Daqian, the first person in the military, the invincible general.

Almost killed all the male members of Xiao Zhan's family.

Although Guanjun Hou's life resume was extremely awesome, compared with this sick tiger, Fan Wubing, he was just a younger brother.

"Cough cough cough."

Although the sick tiger Fan Wubing was dressed in white clothes like snow, his face was pale and he looked like a monkey with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks. He was not handsome, but he was exactly the same as Yishan's version of Wei Xiaobao.

He fell to the ground, coughed violently, took out a white silk towel and put it on his mouth.

After a while, he took a look at the white silk towel, which was covered with blood.

He shook his head.

He said to himself: 'My mental illness has worsened again. '

Guanjun Hou narrowed his eyes, without saying a word, raised the Zhentian bow, pulled the bow, and shot an arrow.

With a swish.

The Qiankun Arrow turned into a golden stream of light and shot towards Fan Wubing.

Looking at the arrows flying towards him in the sky.

Fan Wubing stood there with a calm face, not trying to dodge.

He raised his hand until the arrow was about to fall on him, and immediately grasped the Qiankun Arrow. The terrifying air wave blew up his hair, clothes, and even deformed his facial features.

However, in the end, his body did not receive any damage.

"Give it back to you, kid."

Fan Wubing smiled slightly and threw the Qiankun Arrow in his hand towards Guanjun Hou.

Guanjun Hou shot at Fan Wubing from 2,500 meters away.

Because Guanjun Hou's martial arts were strong, and with the help of the Zhentian Bow, he was able to shoot such a long distance, but this sick tiger, without the Zhentian Bow in his hand, threw the Qiankun Arrow at Guanjun Hou.

I'm fucking.

Obviously, Guanjun Hou is not a sick tiger, and he can't do such a horrifying thing as catching the Qiankun Arrow at will.

Please, this is Daqian's national treasure. If ordinary warriors see it, let alone catching it with their hands, they won't have time to hide!

Guanjun Hou took a step and shot it towards the distance.

With a bang.

The Qiankun Arrow fell to the ground, Guanjun Hou ran away, and those generals surrounding Guanjun Hou were in trouble.

There was no time to run, and hundreds of people died in an instant.

The power of the Qiankun Arrow can be imagined.

A group of Daqian generals saw this scene, patted their chests, and felt extremely fortunate. Damn, it's a good thing that they didn't stay with Guanjun Hou, this idiot.