"Have you retreated?"

"The question is... can you retreat?"

Mu Tianen stared at the gray ocean, and a faint disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It is undeniable that these barbarian soldiers were very fierce. After half an hour of fighting, Shuangtian had already left tens of thousands of corpses on the ground, but... the victory should be his own.

As the song of battle rose, the Wuxian Kingdom army began to fight more and more bravely. At this time, the weather was gradually getting warmer and it was no longer so cold. Moreover, the successive battles also made their soldiers fully move. The so-called severe cold in front of the murderous aura was simply a pediatric department!

What’s ridiculous is that the barbarians on the opposite side are not cold in winter clothes, but when fighting on the battlefield, there is a fatal problem, that is, clumsiness!

Listening to the enemy's drum beats becoming rapid and watching the gray wave slowly retreat, Mu Tianen flashed and jumped off the lookout.

Under the watch, Murong Yan, with blood on his face, smiled proudly and wildly. He raised one of the heads in his hand and shouted loudly: "Mr. Mourinho, this is the head of the enemy's number one general!"

Mu Tianen saw that the head was much bigger than that of ordinary people. He thought it was one of the strong generals among the tall and strong barbarians.

He nodded, looked at the bloody marks on Murong Yan's body and asked, "Can you fight again?"

Murong Yan laughed conceitably: "I still have the courage to be praised!"

"Okay! Your cavalry is chasing the enemy and will surely break through the camp in one fell swoop!"

After saying that, Mu Tianen looked up at the command platform and sternly said: "Tell me the order! Beat the drum for seeking life!"

In such a battle in a dark night, there is no way to use the order flag to command the battle. The commander's will can only be transmitted to the battlefield through various drum sounds. These drum sounds are divided into three-point drums, waiting for the enemy drum, ambush drum, exhaling drum, and seeking life drum... Each drum beat has a different meaning.

The life-seeking drum means chasing with all your might!

As he finished speaking, the two wells who had already prepared raised the giant hammer in their hands at the same time.

The dull drum sounded like a shocking sound, first, twice, three... Then the drum beat became more and more urgent, and louder, just like a trumpet to chase the soul.

Wu Xian**** heard the drum sound, and with the full blessing of the song of battle, they all shouted battle slogans at the same time, just like a group of evil spirits chasing their souls, clamoring to chase the barbarian soldiers who were constantly retreating.

Mu Tianen looked up and saw that the golden lotus that had been floating on the battlefield finally slowly retreated with the enemy's retreat. At the same time, several lights fell on the golden lotus. I guess... it was those cultivators who were using the power of floating to block the outbreak of their army.

It’s a pity that they blocked it?!

Ridiculous and naive! If a few cultivators could stop hundreds of thousands of troops, then it would not be Mu Tianen, who was in charge of command, and it was not the 300,000 elite soldiers who came here to fight, but 30 temple elders!

After taking a deep breath, Mu Tianen looked at Elder Wu Ding, who had just finished casting spells.

"Elder Wu, the enemy has a big snake. If it is expected... Then several heads should be the legendary Xiangliu. This snake should appear immediately. Please..."

"Just a little snake." Elder Wu Ding felt the rising momentum of his soldiers and the decline of the enemy in the vast field. He knew that the enemy's situation was over.

And Mu Tianen, the general who is best at attacking, naturally would not miss this opportunity.

After Elder Wu Ding finished speaking, he pinched out a sword technique again, and the spiritual sword in his hand appeared quietly in the night sky with the sword technique.

At the same time, the other eight elders also made the same determination as Elder Wu Ding. In a moment, the spiritual power from the eight people rushed into Elder Wu Ding's spiritual sword frantically.

The spirit sword began to emit dazzling light, as if there was a sun hidden in the sword body, and it shone the entire camp incandescent!

This is the spiritual sword at the peak of the fairy spirit. After gathering the spiritual power of nine people, the power of this spiritual sword is enough to open up mountains and split stones!

Even Elder Wu Ding believed that even if a Xianglu appeared on the other side, even if a real dragon came, he would have the confidence to kill him in one fell swoop!

...

Above the golden lotus, Ding Ling's eyes were red.

He watched Haji's head was cut off by the fierce knight of the enemy's army with a sword, and watched a dwarf named Sotai pierce the chest and abdomen by four spears. He watched the monsters roaring on the battlefield, but the ordinary soldiers' weapons could not be shaken at all.

The coalition forces retreated all the way, fell down all the way, and blood all the way.

This short mile has become a place of souls! In this short mile, for more than ten minutes, the fallen soldiers were almost caught up with the previous casualties that had fought for nearly an hour!

Although Ding Ling was not very involved, his memory was too good. He was so good that he only met once and remembered the name once. So... when the third town rushed to the front and then fell to the end, the dead soldiers made him feel heartbroken.

In the third town, most of the soldiers under Scar were the first "veterans" who arrived in Youxutian and participated in the construction of the Four Clan City. It happened that Ding Ling was the most free during that time. He dared not say that tens of thousands of people recognized them all, but at least there were hundreds of people, he would have an impression!

As he watched these soldiers who could name him fall down, he felt that he could hardly suppress his murderous intentions.

He glanced at Mingyue. Although he did not question any of Mingyue's decisions, he still looked at Mingyue.

Is such a sacrifice necessary?

Mingyue reached out and held his trembling right hand, her voice calm and sad.

"If one side retreats, there will be only losses. We are not defeated yet. If it is defeated, then these 200,000 people will be gone long ago."

Ding Ling took a deep breath. He understood this principle, even any military idiot knew that 200,000 people fought 300,000 people. Even if the battle was fierce, both sides would definitely suffer casualties.

However, once one side starts to retreat, only those who retreat will have casualties. The one who pursues is a knife, raising a hand is a gun, and pulling a bow is a arrow...

Therefore, throughout history, as long as one side begins to retreat, it will continue to retreat.

That's why there is a noun, called Yi Qianli.

"But, this is a must."

Everyone was silent, only the wind took the snow forward, she lifted her long hair that was blown away by the cold wind, and her eyes remained at the radiant place in the enemy camp.

She summoned the spirit sword and then gently patted Ding Ling on the back.

"Dingling, this is indeed a must."

Mingyue glanced at Feng Wanxue, she took a light breath, and then her eyes fell on the battlefield.

After paying nearly 10,000 people, the coalition forces finally retreated to the glacier in a hurry.

And the worst third town, there are no more than ten or three.
Chapter completed!