“What did you say!”
Avis froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.
“My Wanxiang Kingdom’s million strong army is even afraid of their mere 10,000 to 20,000 people?”
The soldier kneeling on the ground was speechless, why are you still laughing here even though I have made it so clear?
“The army led by Lin Mo is somehow a million strong, about a fifth more than our army.”
The soldier helplessly repeated Lin Mo’s situation again.
Avis was instantly struck by lightning as she shouted frantically.
“Impossible, where did Lin Mo find a million troops from!”
Avis immediately shouted in shock, if Lin Mo had a million strong army and still had the Sixth Prince Jiade Lie, the crown prince, in his hands ……
Many ministers ran over just then and looked at Avis and said in an urgent voice.
“Your Majesty, make an idea quickly, Lin Mo has already fought with our army.”
The rear of the Wanxiang Kingdom’s army had now been turned into a mountain of corpses and blood, with disgustingly broken limbs everywhere.
Lin Mo was holding Tai Ah, and behind him were over 9,900 feathered forest troops, ruthlessly stabbing at the Wanxiang Kingdom’s army like a sharp sword.
The million troops of the Watari Blight were also transformed into bandits at this time, charging straight up with an old firearm in their hands.
Some of them were even holding a huge axe, and they turned into gods of murder, before being stabbed through the heart by the soldiers of the Wanxiang Kingdom who rushed forward.
The strong man with the huge axe was covered in blood as he looked at the bayonet in his chest with eyes wide open and wielded the huge axe with all his strength.
The last swing of the man’s life came out and separated the head of the Wanxiang soldier who had stabbed him.
Duan Dashan, armed with an 18-barrel Gatling, stood in the middle of the battlefield and fired wildly, splattering his enemies with blood.
Watari Sickness was outside the battlefield, holding a high powered sniper rifle in his hand, and sighed as he looked at the killing battlefield.
“Amitabha Buddha, let the poor monk overtake all the masters.”
Watanabe’s finger was placed above the trigger of the sniper rifle and gently depressed it.
A small hole appeared in the brow of a Wanxiang Kingdom soldier, and blood flowed down nimbly.
Lin Mo held Tai Ah in his hand and kept striking, the sword Qi in his hand reaching a thousand metres, one sword swing spreading a hundred metres and directly decimating a thousand people.
Behind Lin Mo, Jia De Lie was holding a Black Eagle longsword, which Arnold had given him, saying that it was a good weapon on the Black Eagle stage.
The sword was shaped like a black eagle above the hilt, with a slightly curved tip in the shape of an eagle’s beak.
The Sixth Prince stabbed one into a soldier’s abdomen and blood instantly flowed down the groove, the warm blood causing Gadre’s hand to tremble very slightly.
Arnold, in his Black Eagle armour, and the Marshall stood beside Gadre, they did not bother to kill, the Black Eagle’s own guards were supposed to keep the King safe.
“All feathered troops in a square formation to kill the enemy.”
Blood flowed over the earth, even though the Featherwood Army was augmented by Lin Mo’s living army formation, they continued to start taking damage.
The Sixth Prince stood somewhat dumbfounded as he watched the warriors on both sides who kept killing each other.
Arnold and Marshall did not make a sound, when Jiayuan I had done the same on the battlefield.
A few soldiers from the Vientiane Kingdom came from one side to kill the other, and Arnold had a smile on his face as if he was somewhat helpless.
Why bother, he did not want to fight hand to hand.
A blue longsword appeared in Arnold’s hand, dark blue and light blue crossed with each other, with golden stripes on top of the sword.
Arnold gripped the light blue longsword in his hand and looked towards the attacking soldiers with a smile on his face.
The next moment, Arnold’s figure turned into a shadow and disappeared into thin air, and when he reappeared, his back was already turned to the soldiers.
Taking out a white cloth from somewhere, Arnold carefully wiped the blade without a trace of blood.
Behind him, several soldiers from the Vientiane Kingdom collapsed helplessly to the ground, their chests bearing a shallow wound.
“I really do hate killing people.”