Chapter 737 The nightmare begins!

One farmer is garbage, and one hundred farmers are garbage, but what about one thousand, ten thousand, one million, ten million farmers?

"It's also garbage. The farmers in the invincible heroes are garbage! Super rubbish!"

Zhang Mu spared no effort to attack the peasant uprising army with straw forks thousands of meters away.

"The shooters are on standby. Don't waste ammunition on these farmers. Just release the group slow magic when they enter! Let the arrow tower and turret shoot slowly. It's not cost-effective to deal with this garbage and waste ammunition. Our number is already small. If we don't save some ammunition, we can't defend the next few waves of siege.

Hearing Zhang Mu's command, the original eye-eyed shooters all lowered their arms.

The lake around the Chinese city wall is very calm, and there is nothing unusual at first glance. But people who have watched the battle of Chinatown vs Big Plan Alliance know that this moat is not ordinary, and it is a man-eating lake that can cause great damage to the ground arms!

Cannibal Lake is the only remaining fortification in China City, and it is also the most lethal fortification, especially used to deal with ground arms!

After the reconnaissance of the scouts, Zhang Mu learned that although the number of the first wave of holy temple siege troops was huge, the rank of the arms was not very high. There were only 1st to 6th-orders. The only thing to pay attention to was the priests and priests, and the rest were all the more vegetables.

(Royal Griffin Tears: Am I... me too?) Someone: Smart.) Destroy it! Destroy it!"

Farmers are getting closer and closer to Chinatown.

The battle has finally begun!

Puff! Puff! !

The farmers who rushed to the front line waved steel forks, threw themselves into the lake, and touched the walls of Chinatown in various swimming postures. From afar, this posture was really a little scary.

A piece of black pressure, like an ant, is countless.

'Goo-goo!'' Goo-goo!'' Goo-goo!'

The cannibal lake, which is as calm as a stagnant water, suddenly burst into layers of noisy bubbles, as if turning into a pot of boiling water.

Countless palm-sized oro-eating fish with sharp teeth in their mouths jumped out of the water and rushed to the farmers. For these hungry piranhas, these farmers are not enough for them to stuff their teeth.

"Poo!"

The first to jump up, the oroten fish, bit the neck of a group of farmers, with tendons and skin, and pulled down a large piece.

"Wow! "Wow!"

The screams of the farmers came one after another. In just a few minutes, the lake was dyed red, and the scene was extremely bloody!

There is no need for the dense arrow towers and turrets on the wall to take action, and the farmers who were the first to 'go to the lake' were completely destroyed before half of the game.

"Damn it, Cannibal Lake, this fortification is too strong!"

"Alas, it can only be built in the year of the monkey. In ten years, I'm afraid my guild will be hopeless."

"Well, your guild has only 20,000 people in total, and you still want to build a cannibal lake? I'm afraid it will take ten years just to open the technology tree.

Many guild masters who watch the battle are full of 'envy, jealousy and hatred'. Think about it, the cost of Cannibal Lake is extremely expensive, and small and medium-sized guilds can't afford it at all. Throughout the nine regions of heroes, there will never be more than ten guilds with technology that can reach the level of Chinatown. No wonder they will be like this.

While talking, the sharpshooter, the shield infantry, the sword infantry, etc. began to attack the Chinatown.

Waves of temple troops entered the cannibal lake, and the cannibal lake was like a giant beast that devoured the arms. Before they approached the wall, they were torn to pieces.

This wave of siege was slightly more difficult for the royal griffins and priests. However, under the barrier of Cannibal Lake and the command of Zhang Mu, Chinatown destroyed them with only a small amount of troops.

The first wave of defense, which originally needed to be fought in an hour, ended 36 minutes after the battle began.

"Very good, China Wing, your guild's chance of defending the Holy Church's revenge army has increased..." Di Valen sent a message to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Why, did you think Chinatown would lose at first?"

"No, at the beginning, the probability of winning in Chinatown is only 10%, but judging from the ease of your defense of the first wave of Holy Church arms, the probability has increased, at least 15%." Di Valentine Road.

"15%... Warren, I'm really 'inspiring' after listening to you." Zhang Mu drooped his face and said weakly.

"The second wave, the starting arms are level 5, the highest is level 10 angels, and the number is average. As long as the command is appropriate, it should be easy to deal with. As for the future..." Di Valen paused for a moment and said seriously, "You will encounter a nightmare-like suicide attack..."

Shit! Don't scare me!"

It turned out that Di Valen was by no means alarmist. From the third wave of siege, the battlefield moved from the cannibal lake to the wall.

Tens of thousands of blazing angels, archangels, bright angels and countless dragon eagle knights, advanced dragon warriors, poured into the city and were hanged together with the arms of the players of Chinatown.

It's hard to solve the problem of fighting between the two sides!

"Yan Long Zhan!"

'Pang!'

Several teams of angels were hit into meat sauce. The little white of hell fought on the front line with blood. The long hair of the shawl was stained red with blood. I don't know how many angels and dragons died in its hands.

Hell Xiaobai, who holds the last stick of the ruling, has almost become the spokesperson of death!

"It's endless! The Revenge of the Holy Church... How many sieges did they come to the city? Zhang Mu was a little nervous.

As soon as the remnants of the city wall were cleaned up, countless teams of angels and dragons of 500 to 1,000 units will soon fly in. Zhang Mu can stand such a war of attrition, but others can't stand it.

"Dragon King Breathe!"

'Hu~' The huge fire dragon king squatted in the corner of the city wall, and the green flame burned all the enemies in front of it in an instant.

The mythical wound wiped away the sweat from his forehead, and the urn said, "I took a look. There are at least 150,000 teams of angels on the other side... Di Valen didn't lie to us. This is really a nightmare..."

Zhang Mu was about to reply, but a voice came into his ears.

Buzz~buzz~!

The conch sound of the Revenge Army of the Holy Church once again spreads between heaven and earth.

Hundreds of thousands of angels appeared in the distant sky!

"Damn it, how to keep it!"

The previous morale of the members of Chinatown has long been worn out in the endless battle. Before the third wave of battles is over, the fourth wave of monsters has come. How can this not make people feel cold?

Zhang Mu gritted his teeth fiercely and said to the emperor, "If you really can't keep it, use 'that'."

The emperor was stunned and hurriedly said, "No, 'that' is to be used to deal with the four guild alliances. How can it be used now? Twelve, don't worry, Ah Sing and Da Ben's 'Legion Commander Skills' have not been used yet. If they are all used, they should be able to block this wave of attacks.

"What I just said was... in case of necessity."

"I know what you mean."

(to be continued)