"Waste! Waste!" Zhao Feng saw the rebel soldiers who were retreating in embarrassment, and he roared angrily: "Let the vultures roll over for me!" At this moment, Zhao Feng no longer had the pride of the previous chat and laughter, and his gloomy face turned red due to the excited curses.

When the generals around saw Zhao Feng angry, they were silent and did not want to touch the bad luck. However, they were not depressed by the defeat of their friendly troops, but instead felt a little gloating.

The Condor Flag Regiment was regarded as the main force by Zhao Feng because he had always been powerful in combat. He naturally did not know how to restrain himself with his vulture character. Therefore, these generals were secretly dissatisfied with the vultures. However, because Zhao Feng did not dare to say it, but now seeing the vultures' troops being defeated, they all felt happy immediately, but they did not dare to show it, but they were just secretly happy in their hearts.

"Where is the vulture man! Let him come over!" Zhao Feng roared for a long time but didn't see the vulture coming to apologize. He suddenly became even more angry, and his face was so dark that it could drip into water.

"General, the commander of the Condor Flag has been killed in battle..." A flag battalion commander saw Zhao Feng roaring and ran over to report timidly.

"Hiss!" When he heard that the vulture had actually died in the Gran Heights in one attack, the rebel generals who were gloating immediately took a breath. Although they were jealous of Zhao Feng's belief in the vultures, they had to admit that the vultures were powerful. Not only were the troops under their command, but he himself was as fierce as a beast. Unexpectedly, such a ruthless character would not have fought. The rebel generals looked at the battlefield of the Gran Heights filled with smoke and their hearts were suddenly covered with dark clouds.

"The vulture is not afraid of losing the battle and dare not come to see me, tie him up!" Zhao Feng didn't believe that the vulture had died in battle, because in his mind, the vulture is powerful and invincible.

The flag battalion commander stood there and replied: "General, I saw with my own eyes that the commander of the vulture flag was chopped down by the Nanchuan Army General..."

When the rebel generals around him heard this, they looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. They all said that the Linchuan Legion was like a cloud of war, and they were invincible in the battle. But now it seems that it is indeed worthy of its reputation. The strongest vulture among them did not come back alive in an attack. Thinking of the past of the Linchuan Legion, their original confidence was gradually passing away. It seemed that this time the attack on the powerful Linchuan Legion was not a wise decision.

The death of the vulture had become a certain fact. Zhao Feng finally gave up the roar. His capable generals were gone forever, which made him depressed and filled with anger. Lin Chuan's strength had always been pressing on Zhao Feng's heart like a stone. He was about to step on Lin Chuan's troops, but not only failed, he lost his general. How could Zhao Feng not be angry? His hatred for Lin Chuan increased a little.

"General Zhao, it seems that what they released before was false news. The Gran Heights were not guarded by a group of surrendered troops, but the elite under Lin Chuan. Since that's the case, perfection must be done with all his strength." A military adviser from Hanhai spoke.

"Yes, this Gran Heights is Lin Chuan's elite guard. I underestimate the enemy too much." Zhao Feng followed the words of Hanhai's military consultant and made himself look better. In fact, everyone knew it well and knew what was going on. But since Zhao Feng said this, everyone stopped talking and agreed to Zhao Feng's lies.

The failure of the first attack made Zhao Feng very embarrassed. He could not steal chickens and lost all the rice. Not only did he lose his troops, but he also greatly affected the morale of the army. Therefore, in the second attack, Zhao Feng really went all out.

The huge rebels of five flag regiments, amid the shouts of officers, set up from north to south, with swords and guns like forests and flags like seas. Facing the smoke of gunpowder, the rebels' faces were full of excitement, because Zhao Feng said, capturing the Glen Heights, cutting down the head of a Nanchuan army to reward one silver coin, and seeing two two, thinking of the white silver coin, the rebel soldiers couldn't wait to attack, and the whole army was noisy.

Although the failure of the first attack did not eliminate the arrogance of the rebels' top leaders, for the huge number of rebels, it was just that they underestimated the enemy. The second attack would definitely allow the Nanchuan army stationed in the Gran Heights to see their power.

This time, they did not launch a charge in a mess, but sent dozens of catapults to the front line, and countless archers were also taken solemnly, preparing to give the Nanchuan army the most fierce attack.

"Occurrence!" Zhao Feng waved the knife in his hand fiercely and issued an order to attack.

With Zhao Feng's order, dozens of catapults began to roar, and huge rocks roared in the air and smashed towards the Nanchuan Army defense line in the Gran Heights. Although the rebel soldiers could still feel the tremor on the ground as each stone fell.

Zhao Feng looked at the Nanchuan Army's position covered by gunpowder, and his mouth was filled with sarcasm. No matter how powerful you are and how strong your melee ability is, you can only tremble when facing the huge rocks falling from the sky. Fighting with him, Zhao Feng, will be smashed into pieces.

Behind the boulder was a fireball with black oil. The burning fireball was thrown out from the rebel camp with black smoke, and finally fell into the position of the Pioneer Camp of Gran Heights. After the fireball fell to the ground, the tinder oil splashed. The dead grass and trees on the Gran Heights began to burn, making crackling sounds, and the entire Pioneer Camp's position suddenly fell into a sea of ​​fire.

"Boom!" The sentry tower standing on the position was also hit by the fireball. The sentry tower quickly collapsed to the ground under the engulfment of the fire. The entire Pioneer Camp's position was now in a mess, and the bodies of the dead soldiers also began to burn in the fire. The smell of the burnt meat floated in the air, which was disgusting.

Even with such a powerful long-range strike, the Pioneer Battalion's position had fallen into a sea of ​​fire, and Zhao Feng still refused to let go. Twenty thousand archers were concentrated and shot the Pioneer Battalion's position on the Gran Heights.

Rounds of arrow rains were like dark curtains, constantly covering the vanguard camp's positions under the fire. When the thirty arrows in the quiver's hands shot light, the entire vanguard camp's position had become like a hedgehog, and the arrows quickly turned into ashes under the burning of the fire.

Faced with such a high-intensity attack, the rebel generals had no doubt that all the Nanchuan army would die. They just needed to go up and clean up the bodies, because no one could survive such attacks.

"Strike--"At the end of the long-range strike, the 50,000 rebels who set up their formation were erecting guns and holding swords to slowly advance. Zhao Feng wanted to leave no grass in the Gran Heights, and Zhao Feng would be killed.

"Ahem - Damn, I'm choking to death." Zhou Liuzi, a thousand-year-old man hiding in it, cursed loudly in the hidden soldiers in the trenches.

"This rebel is so fucking cruel. He wants to roast us into suckling pigs."

"You are a pig, don't take us."

The soldiers of the vanguard battalion hiding in the hidden cave survived. At this moment, they saw the rebels' long-range strike ending, and they cursed and laughed.

"Hahahaha, stop making trouble, come out quickly, the rebel infantry is coming up." Zhou Liuzi shouted.
Chapter completed!