Chapter 863 The Wisdom of the Shrinking Turtle
The powerful piece-kill anti-aircraft gun of the dwarf helicopter is the death knell of death. The north-south attack makes the helicopter legion occupy a good formation. The enemy has to fight with the helicopter legion in two directions, but it is attacked by the two helicopter legions in the north and south at the same time.
The destroyer without magic is so powerless, the griffin knight's speed of waving Thor's hammer is so slow, and the helicopter legion is so trem not afraid of death...
Then, there was a rain of blood in the sky.
And on the ground, this is a bloody hell!
The spider army wanted to bypass and release the spider silk trap on the helicopter army, but it was limited by the positive and negative five elements extinction array. What's more, the fear of death shrouded over their heads, and their vitality was close to the death line.
On the other side, the wizards and witches of the human race subconsciously want to run back, but as long as they are bitten by a little wave, they run and find that their feet are gone. They can only throw away their magic wands and crawl on the ground with their hands.
Magic immune breakers don't know whether they should be happy or sad. They are immune to all magic, so they are unharmed in this extinction array, but their eyes are very hurt, because they watch their brothers fall into a pool of blood, and they are completely powerless.
It's just that can they really be spared? The east gate of the inner city of Lonely City is wide open, and the dark door on the steel wall is also like a window, constantly opening. The huge body of the ancient war tree crawls out of the dark door, with the natural blessings of the ancient tree of elves. Their movement speed is not much different from that of the archers under their body. The pure elf archers and hunters fished out of the east gate, followed by tree demons, as well as the Raptor Druids from the Forest of Chongxuan. They lined up in a neat arc-shaped attack circle and launched an attack on the heroic inheritors and soldiers who survived the battlefield of the human race under the cover of the ancient trees of war.
At this time, the front and back five elements extinction array has stopped launching, and the warriors of the night elves will not be attacked by the battle. On the contrary, the human soldiers who wanted to turn around and escape desperately saw that the outer city wall of the lonely city was like a golden lotus, quickly pouring the wall of the outer city again. These poor people turned into caged birds and turtles in the urn, completely desperate.
The elf female archers, with light steps, frown with an expression called disgust, not because they hate the enemy, but because their current combat environment is too bloody, contrary to their pure nature. However, under the order, there was only advance and death, and they did not hesitate.
The movement of the ancient war tree is like some mysterious beat. Driven by this beat, the elf soldiers also sang a loud battle song to help the army.
The ancient civilization originated from the supreme power of Guizang Xiaoyao.
Dark jungle, only keep exploring the footprints of night elves.
Rain of arrows all over the sky! The last fatal blow ruthlessly penetrated and braked statically.
Show the beauty of ruthless, cold and silent!
The power of incineration and self-harm!
Sacrifice and burn, and the full moon machete guides the devil to restore.
Cold mask! Swords and wings.
Scattered on the edge of the world.
In an instant! The vision of the shadow raid can only see the flying windbreaker.
Cutting an uncreated injury opens the chapter of competition, and the moment of soul collision bursts out infinite brilliance.
The cursor flashes and flies on the battlefield of Warcraft III, defending the supreme glory of the night elves.
When the moon rises, when the dark night comes, the earth is silent, the potential of the wild, the awakening of the forest, the war-tattled world, returns to the tranquility of the past.
When the moon rises, when the dark night falls, the earth is silent, she is infinitely beautiful, she is full of mystery, and she brings the eternal life and nature.
Follow the sunset and appreciate what it is in the ancient century.
Under the moonlit night, you can enjoy the elegance from the beauty.
The roar of wild roar stimulates the infinite potential of life.
Howling against the evil natural hurricane.
When the sleeping god wakes up and receives the baptism of nature in the rain of tranquility.
She looked at the meteor flying on the wings of Chimera.
When nature returns to silence again, the dreamy mythical miracle feels the infinite charm of the night elf!
The elf in the dark night smiled in his dream and took away my sorrow.
The black moonlight sprinkles all over the earth and the sky. How many people understand the loneliness?
Lonely City is a huge pit. I don't know how many people have entered it. Yun Wuxin is also dripping blood in his heart, because these are his compatriots. However, nothing on the battlefield can be decided by one person. In front of him, there are only two choices, one is to be a loyal ink and the other is to be a loyal human. However, human beings have abandoned him for many years, but in the lonely city, he has a beautiful wife, excellent disciples and lovely children... In order to be a lonely city, he must show a butcher knife to the human beings of the Celestial Empire. The army of the human race here consumes a little more, and the army led by his wife in front of him suffers less resistance.
On the battlefield of Ximen, the savage orcs, bloodthirstyly pushed open the closed west gate, and they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. They are all fanatical warriors. When they see death, there is only excitement and boiling savage blood in their bodies. They are the lions who have been released from the cage. They are the tigers who have just come down the mountain. Although it is not like a hearty battle at present, the killing has satisfied them.
On the back of the Codo beast, the huge war drum was knocked to the sky, and the drum halo surrounded the fanatical wolf knights, orc infantry, spear throwers and white bull wandering mages. In the name of the tribe, they sang the song of the tribe.
I am the son of strong wind and heavy rain!
Responding to the call of thunder and lightning!
If I die today!
I will die on the battlefield!
Listen, brothers, gather the wolves, and we will ride them to fight on the battlefield!
The war drums covered up the heartbeat and shouted from the bottom of my heart!
Storm! Black clouds cover the sky!
The earth! Listen to my roar!
Flame! Bring strength with thunder!
Dead! With the power of the tribe!
The prophets of the War Song Tribe!
We love heroes!
Feel this power and energy!
The blood of innate power is still glorious!
I felt the flame flowing in my veins!
Lightning attacks on my orders!
Storm and earth, tomahawk and flame, we came to conquer this land storm!
Black clouds cover the sky and the earth!
Listen to my roaring flames!
and thunder bring power to death!
With the power of the tribe!
I was surrounded by the enemy by wolves and hounds. The thunder and lightning suddenly silenced, Hick Tower! ( Orc Language: Attack)
Hundreds of enemies tried to knock me down the wolf brother and fell beside me with glory. I will die on the altar of the storm and I will be reborn!
Storm! Black clouds cover the sky and the earth! Listen to my roar of flames! Bring power to death with thunder! Because I have been reborn!!
Storm!!
The earth!!
Flame!!
Death!!
This is the power of the tribe!
The battlefield that has been trampled by the orc tribe is like a grassland trampled by a herd of cattle. It is messy. Even if the magic spider drills into the ground, under the action of the true eyes released by the witch doctor, it is just like an ostrich that buried its head in the sand, and dares not face death.
Blood rain in the sky, a sea of blood on the ground.
Finally, the top ten underground palaces couldn't help appearing on the battlefield. The mask leaders of the ghost army also worked together to summon. A huge shadow appeared on the battlefield. With a glance, the sky was covered with black clouds, and the pressure was transmitted, which made people tremble from the heart. The statue of death was launched by the masked leaders. Although its power is not as good as the ten underground palaces and the eight boats on the other side, it is still not to be underestimated.
The statue of Death and the ten underground palaces appeared, and the twelve-star palace naturally launched the power of time and space, which appeared over the inner city of the lonely city, and the power of the starry sky was infinitely supported.
However, the statue of death and the top ten underground palaces have taken the lead in launching a full blow to disperse the forbidden demon boundary created by the eight boats on the other side. The surviving heroes of the Celestial Empire and the local empire quickly used the scroll back to the city, and many people saved their lives.
The scroll of returning to the city took away all the remnants of the soldiers, and the last ten underground palaces and the statues of death did not love to fight. They walked away at a touch, and disappeared in the sky.
On the battlefield, Yun Wuxin just used a trick to lure the enemy deep into the dragonfly and caught the turtle in the urn to death.
But, is the enemy really defeated?
Not necessarily, at least it can't be seen from the handsome turn of the mask leaders in the ghost army. Failure may only be part of the conspiracy.
In fact, these hundreds of millions of soldiers are only sacrifices sent to the altar to open the way for Death to the New World.
At the end of this battle, Lonely City once again forged the reputation of the first strong city in the mainland with blood and victory. The soldiers of the Mozhe cheered and cheered because they were the winners. Although the war may not be over yet, how can such a great victory not make people happy?
Zh Ye looked at the bloody place in front of him, and his mood was complicated. He didn't know whether to be happy or lost. After all, peace-loving people still can't stop the war, is this a disguised sadness? Jiang Ye can't help but think of the truth of "Victory, come with sadness" in the lazy heart sutra, and I can't help but deeply admire the person who wrote the lazy heart sutra. At present, the situation is that the mourners will win, and it is necessary to be sad and cautious.
Jing Ye knows that there are more important things waiting for him to do.
Ding Ding Ding!
The fireball in the reincarnation hourglass let out another whisper, which made the night laugh: Auntie of the fire is very diligent these days!
He saw Chapter 69 of the Lazy Heart Sutra.
Jing Yun: There is a saying when using soldiers. I dare not be a guest for the Lord, and I dare not enter an inch and retreat. It is said that there is no action, no arms, and no soldiers.
There is no greater disaster than the underestimated enemy, and the underestimated enemy will lose our treasure. Therefore, the anti-Japanese soldiers are the same, and those who mourn will win.
It means: The ancient military book said that in the marching war, I did not dare to think that I had an advantage, but often considered what my disadvantages I had. Before the unknown situation, I didn't dare to enter an inch, but retreated by a foot.
Therefore, although the enemy wants to fight, there is no battle; although he wants to fight with his arms, he has no arms to help; although he wants to take my weapons, he has no weapons to take; although he wants to attract the enemy to fight, he is invincible. In the war, the greatest disaster is to underestimate the enemy, and it is easy to defeat the three treasures. The two sides with equal strength fight against each other, and those who are worried and think deeply win.
The explanation of the lazy people's sutra is: lazy people should be like turtles, walk slowly but reach the end first, and often shrink their heads but live the longest.
After reading the explanation of the Lazy Heart Sutra, it is inevitable that there is another black line on the forehead of the night. The author of this Lazy Heart Sutra also seems to be a turtle lover and has all kinds of love for turtles.
However, the metaphor of lazy people is very exquisite. In terms of today's war, isn't Yun Wuxin just a shrinking turtle? Imagine, with the power of the enemy today, if the Mozhe army in Lonely City still regards itself as strong and defends the outer city under the condition that the enemy's destroyer has magic and the perfect formation, then even if the Mozhe wins, I'm afraid it will be very dead and injured!
So this shrinking turtle is not only good, but also good. In fact, there is great wisdom in it.