The strong wind sweeps the fallen leaves. Generally speaking, it is often used to describe a battle of unequal strength between the two sides.

At this moment, in the national power battle between Da Chen and Da Zhou, it can be described as violent wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

The black army is a strong wind!

And the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is fallen leaves!

From the beginning to the present, the situation has been almost one-sided. Chen Fan ordered the Modao team to start charging. The 100,000 heavy armored soldiers wielded the Modao more than three feet long, each incarnation of a human-shaped meat grinder. This kind of battle can only shrink the formation and retreat slowly.

Even though Zhou Qingtian's voice was hoarse, he frantically ordered the army not to retreat, but to move forward and face the enemy.

But in the face of life and death, all the rules and traditions in the past are not so important.

Zhou Qingtian is an emperor, but not all emperors can let his subordinates work for themselves.

Under the situation of knowing that he will die, can anyone really go to justice generously and deal with it calmly?

Therefore, a normal war, to put it bluntly, seems like Zhou Qingtian is struggling to support it with all his **** convictions.

The soldiers at the bottom had no intention of fighting for a long time. They didn't want to kill the enemy at this moment, but they were thinking about how to survive.

When the Zhou-Jin Allied Forces were united in one place, they were all beaten by Chen Fan and couldn't raise their heads. Now only the forces of Da Zhou's family are left, how can they fight against the iron hoof of the Black Army?

What's more terrible is that it's just a Modao team, but Chen's Qingqi camp rushed towards the enemy like a chicken blood.

They also don't love fighting, often after the end of a charge, they reopened the Zhou army formation and immediately retreated.

Although Wang Liang has been reprimanded as an ordinary big-head soldier, his leadership position in the light cavalry camp remains unchanged.

With a mind to atone for his sins, he charged at the forefront every time, conscientiously completing himself and Qingqiying's own work.

Break the formation!

Today's Wang Liang is no longer impulsive. Every time he fought in the past, although he was abiding by his duty, he could not help fighting with others when he charged.

With such a commander, how can the soldiers under Qingqi Camp be exempt?

In addition, the light cavalry camp itself does not have any armor, so the casualty rate of the entire black army is the highest in the team that is not surrounded by kills.

But now it is different. After the last failure, Wang Liang has thoroughly recognized himself, and he has been cautious in every choice on the battlefield.

This is not timid, but Wang Liang finally knows that he is responsible for the brothers behind him.

Don't let people sacrifice in vain.

In this way, Wang Liang was finally growing up, and he gradually understood the true meaning of Chen Fan's establishment of Qingqi Camp.

Their goal is not human life!

Even the Modao team, at the beginning of their birth, Chen Fan did not want to see them on the battlefield and slash the enemy.

From a macro perspective, the entire formation of the Black Army, in fact, only the real infantry unit is the existence that has achieved a decisive role on the battlefield!

Because they are...

On the battlefield, Da Chen's drums suddenly changed.

It was more rushing and more breathtaking than before.

Standing on the chariot, Chen Fan knew the situation without turning his head. With one hand, the two messengers in front of him immediately waved their small flags to convey Chen Fan's order.

During the whole process, apart from shouting to kill, nobody in the entire army uttered a word.

Everything is done in an orderly manner.

After the semaphore was conveyed, the Modao Team and Qingqi Camp had basically completed their missions and were constantly retreating.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and his pressure was greatly reduced.

But what they don't know is that the real crisis of life and death has just begun!

"Get up!!"

Accompanied by the rear of the black army, Fang Mu shouted loudly, and millions of the black army promised.

The voice rushed towards Xiao Han, even almost as if it had washed away the dark clouds in the sky.

Zhou Qingtian frowned involuntarily, his gaze taught, and Chen Fan, who looked at the battlefield in the distance, was calm and calm, and whose armor IQ was not even **** or scratched, suddenly felt mixed in his heart.

Look down at yourself, the groove above the breastplate. There are gully all over, and the cloak behind him has also been devastated.

His face and hands were even more bloodstained. In this way, where is the feeling of an emperor?

Zhou Qingtian finally saw the gap between the enemy and ourselves, and his final determination to fight Chen Fan to the death finally dissipated.

"Pass the order!" Clenching his teeth, Zhou Qingtian's full of grief and anger turned into a roar: "Retreat to me!"

Finally, Zhou Qingtian gave the order to retreat, and Zhou Jun immediately dissipated after hearing this.

Unfortunately, everything is too late.

The most powerful battle formation of the Black Army has been set up!

"Rumble..."

A huge roar resounded, and everyone felt a huge vibration from the ground, as if a huge earthquake was coming.

Can't help looking at the direction of the black army.

At this moment, some timid people are already peeing their pants!

"What is that, god?"

"These black soldiers are not humans, they are all demons. They invited the demons to fight!"

The wailing sound resounded immediately, following the eyes of these Zhou army soldiers, a great war **** suddenly descended!

That God of War is not a projection that usually scares people. Millions of black army cultivation bases are perfused, coupled with countless spirit stones as a guide, this God of War can temporarily possess entities.

The power that can erupt on the battlefield is simply sensational.

Looking at the **** of war, who was full of ten thousand feet high and half of his body hidden on the dark clouds, Zhou Qingtian gave a squeak in his heart.

He suddenly had a feeling.

This battle...

In danger!