The World’s Strongest Legion System

"Let me order to divide the troops to defend, and then tell the slave owners in the city that if the city is broken, I, Hutuo, will not survive, and they will die too!"

Hatuo gritted his teeth, his smoky face was full of helplessness, what could he do if there were too many people bullying others and few people were bullied.

Going out of the city to fight in the field is even more courting death. An enemy cavalry is wandering under the city.

The casualties of the private soldiers were not small. The only hope now is the slave masters in the city. In addition to the original slave masters in the city, plus the slave masters who fled into the city, there are hundreds of them.

Without exception, these slave owners are all practitioners, and most of them are warlocks. After all, the slave owners are pampered, lazy and fat, and they will definitely not be able to be military generals, and only magician warlocks can choose.

Although they are all warlocks who have been addicted to drugs, there are enough people, and they are equally powerful.

"Boom boom boom!" The fire crow army killed the slave owner and liberated the slaves. They had long been the slave owner's deadly enemy. At the critical moment of life and death, the slave owner in Langya King City finally moved.

Although not all of them, there are only more than a hundred people, but these slave master warlocks are generally not low in cultivation, and they are all around the third level. After all, they are krypton gold players!

"Boom boom boom," hailstones, strong winds, falling rocks, ground thorns, and all kinds of strange spells suddenly fell down. The originally good situation was reversed instantly, and the soldiers who attacked the city suffered heavy losses.

Li Erkui had just rushed to the top of the city again, and was stunned for a while, surrounded by black mist, lost his sense of direction, and even ran in the wrong direction.

"not good!"

Li Wenhao saw clearly from the bottom of the city, he urged the scaled horse, and rushed up with dozens of soldiers.

"Hundred birds kill!"

Brandishing a long spear in his hand, he overthrew the three slave warlocks before he reached the top of the city.

"He is Li Wenhao, kill him!"

Hatuo was overjoyed when he saw Li Wenhao at a glance, and rushed forward with a dozen generals.

"Entangle, ice spike!"

The slave warlocks were guarded by the soldiers, and they no longer went to kill the soldiers who attacked the city. They all threw their spells on Li Wenhao.

"Spiritual power armor, bird kill!"

Li Wenhao's whole body shone with aura, and against all kinds of attacks, it was another big move. However, he killed many soldiers and only two enemy generals.

These generals of the Langya Army are all veterans of the battlefield, they are not very slippery, they release their combat skills one by one in turn, and then run back after releasing them.

"General, leave me alone!"

Li Erkui was entangled in several magic spells, his body was covered in blood, and he was exhausted from persevering until now. Seeing Li Wenhao being surrounded, his eyes turned red with anxiety, and he yelled like crazy.

"Puff puff,"

Li Wenhao wanted to shout out, his throat was sweet, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. Even if he was a quasi-fifth-level man, protected by a spiritual armor, he couldn't withstand the seven or eight attacks on his body.

"Are you really going to leave?"

Li Wenhao endured the severe pain in his back and looked at Li Erkui who was not far away, his teeth were about to crack. The short distance was only more than twenty meters, but it was like a moat.

Even if he can rush over now, he is not sure to rush out with Li Wenkui.

Even the Langya people understood the situation on the scene, and they were not in a hurry to kill Li Erkui, but waited for him to rush in to save others.

"General, retreat quickly!"

At the critical moment, dozens of soldiers went up to the city wall, gathering their spiritual power desperately, and rushed forward, blocking the attack with their bodies.

"Don't panic, three consecutive kills, the first form of broken body!"

Li Wenhao got some time to breathe, and tried to calm himself down. A flash of inspiration flashed in his head, and he remembered the three-in-a-row kill that he was not very proficient in. Among them, the second form of chasing gods can be teleported in a short distance!

"Puff," the two Langya generals standing in front of him were blown up by the fragments of the first form, killing a bloody path, Li Wenhao rushed to Li Erkui.

"Surround, surround them!"

Hato, who was in the distance, saw it clearly. When he saw Li Wenhao entering the pit, he danced excitedly and led his men to rush over to block the exit.

"General, you shouldn't have saved me!" Li Erkui cried, who said that men don't cry, but it's not time to be sad.

"What nonsense, come with me!"

Li Wenhao put Li Erkui on his back, turned his body around, and locked his eyes on Hutuo who was standing on the outermost edge, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Three consecutive kills, the second form of chasing God!"

"Shua," a light and shadow flashed, Li Wenhao and Li Erkui disappeared without a trace, and several spells and combat skills blasted over, creating a big hole.

"Where are people?" Harto just called out, and his eyes went dark, and a pair of fire-breathing eyes appeared in front of him.

"Three-in-a-row will kill, the third move will break the soul!"

"Bang, save me!" Hutuo was so frightened that he lost his body and retreated. At the critical moment, he pulled a general to block him.

"Bang," the general collapsed to the ground, instantly brain-dead. Huto was swept across his chest by the spear, and his spiritual armor was shattered, bursting out a flower of blood.

Fortunately, he was at the fourth level, and the spiritual armor blocked most of the attacks for him, otherwise he would have been heartbroken.

"General!" Two or three Langya generals rushed forward, and hurriedly rescued Ha Tuo.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Wenhao jumped off the city wall with the unconscious Li Erkui on his back. On the way down, a large bag of explosives appeared in his hand and he threw it on the top of the city wall.

On the top of the city, dozens of soldiers who came with him have all died.

"Boom!"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, a gap exploded at the top of the city, and within a dozen meters became white ground, clean!

"Ding, kill four second-level warlocks, get 1,200 Qi and Blood Pills, 120 Pills of Breaking Ranks, and four barrels of kerosene."

"Ding, kill five first-level generals, get five hundred Qi and Blood Pills, fifty Pills for Breaking Ranks, and five cigarettes."

"Ding, kill fifteen soldiers, get 150 Qi and Blood Pills, 1,500 Marching Pills, and a box of milk powder."

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This blow killed hundreds of people, but Li Wenhao's heart ached, what a loss!

The soldiers around him were all one-of-a-kind experts who could read and write, and they put in a lot of effort to train them, and more than 30 of them died in one fell swoop.

The war is so cruel, the killing is still going on, the 30,000 infantry have killed and injured more than 5,000 people, and this is the first time that the Fire Raven Army has so many people killed and injured.

The effect is also obvious, and the defensive force on the top of the city is also much weaker. It is estimated that the number of Langya Army dead will not be small.

Especially after being honed on the battlefield, the slave recruits lost their panic at the beginning, and became calm and efficient.

The sky gradually darkened, and the two sides lit torches for a battle. Due to the influence of darkness, looking down from the city, the places with fire lights were okay, but the places without fire lights were so dark that it was hard to see clearly.

The fire crow army looked up from the bottom of the city, but they could see clearly. Due to the influence of spiritual power, people in this world are generally physically strong, and there is no night blindness.

Li Wenhao suddenly realized that the dark night seemed to be more beneficial to him: "It's almost time, call the Death Battalion!"

Under the cover of the night, five thousand soldiers of the Death Battalion, who had been repairing for a long time, slowly leaned forward. They did not go to the west gate, nor did they go to the east gate, but came to the south gate that had been burned by the fire.