Chapter 772 Plan, Break!

With the same equipment, the power that Boss can exert in the hands of different players is completely different.

The three generals and the hell white pig seem to have incarnated into four mountains that mortals can't overcome. No matter how Wu Jun charged, he could not move forward even one step.

In just a few minutes, more than a thousand teams of high-level soldiers have died at their feet.

"It's too strong! ...”

At this time, the domineering Yuntian was completely stunned, repeatedly saying these three words. Except for these three words, he really couldn't find anything to describe Zhang Mu.

Wu Jun regarded his Longcheng garrison as scrap metal, but Zhang Mu regarded Wu Jun as grass mustard!

"What on earth did the boss go crazy before? Unexpectedly, it will conflict with the twelve wings..." Inexplicable thoughts got into the domineering Yuntian's head.

"Bimon Legion! Give it to me!" Sun Quan became more and more angry. After thinking about it again and again, he finally decided to use the elite army that had been hidden in the rear of the Wu army.

That's a legion composed of 3,000 teams and 5,000 units of Big Bimon, which is nicknamed the 'Gone Machine' by players!

What is Bemon? It is a 10-level arms with the strongest defense, the strongest attack, and the strongest vitality!

In the nine clans, although Bimeng's status is not as good as that of archangels, he is also a super strong soldier in the top three!

The Wu soldiers on the front line tacitly made way for the Bimeng army, and then hundreds of white-haired big Bimeng twisted their clumsy bodies and slowly walked towards Zhang Mu's side.

Although Bemon is strong, it also has its shortcomings and weaknesses. Compared with the other 10th-order soldiers of the nine clans, its speed is really a little unsightly... (Bimon: Shit, Titan's speed is slower than me!) ( Titan: Get out of here, I'm remote...) (Hineer Dry Cough: We didn't hear anything.) With so many people, it seems that Wei, Shu and Wu have also paid enough money to sneak up on the Dragon City. Zhang Mu frowned slightly and raised his hand to take out all the arms that had been hidden in the golden tent.

The beam of light kept flashing out from the feet of the colorful Phoenix King. After Zhang Mu dispatched all the combat arms from the tent, the Longcheng garrison and members of the Wu army couldn't help exclaiming.

"Fuck, how the fuck is that possible?"

"Am I dazzled? How can he fucking be..."

"Can "Invincible Heroes" use a modifier? No way?" The domineering cloud angel rubbed his eyelids vigorously.

The dark resentment of 80,000 units of 20 teams!

Dark Resentment: Neutral 8th-order arms, with good melee attack ability, slow speed, recruitment place - dark altar. ( See Chapter 496 for details.) Level 8 neutral arms, a total of 1.6 million units, I don't believe it, absolutely don't believe it! He can't have so many... Ah! I know!" Sun Quan seemed to think of something and said loudly, "He must have used the 'mirror method' (a kind of medium and high-level magic that replicates the arms). Bemon Legion, don't be afraid, rush up and destroy them!"

One word woke up the dreamer. After the stunned Wu Jun elites heard Sun Quan's shouts, the shock on their faces dissipated and was replaced by a surging anger.

Damn twelve-winged angels dare to scare me with the 'mirror'!

Seeing that the Bimon army was getting closer and closer to his dark resentment, Zhang Mu grinned: "Is it mirrored... You will know later..."

Bimon's army and the Dark Grievance Legion collided a few minutes later.

"Wo!" Oh!" "Oh!" Oh!" !

The sad screams of the Big Bimons turned into invisible daggers and deeply stabbed the hearts of the elites of the Wu army.

Looking at the big Bimon who fell to the ground and died, the famous general of Wu Jun, with the game ID 'Zhang Zhao', looked more and more ugly.

"It's not a mirror image, it's all true... The dark resentment of the 8th-order arms, a whole 1.6 million!"

Sun Quan clenched his fists, and now there is only blood in his eyes full of wisdom. He said angrily, "Titan Legion! Give it to me!"

"Yes!" Hundreds of people responded in unison.

The Bemon Legion, the Titan Legion and the Black Dragon Legion are the most powerful combat troops brought by the Wu army this time. Originally, Sun Quan did not intend to use these guild resources, but only won with the 7th to 8th-level arms, but in the current situation, it's impossible.

"One person with twelve wings can actually hold tens of thousands of elites of our Wu Jun. If this spreads out, where will our faces be put? Give me all my strength to attack! Kill him! Kill him!"

Listening to the roars and roars in his ears, the famous generals of Wu Jun were all silent. How could they ever see Sun Quan so angry?

"Bimon is not enough, come to Titan again... Humph, you only have a remote, don't I?" Zhang Mu sneered, and the broken crossbow was already put on and aimed at the distance.

"Brother, they have found their granary. Sun Quan, an old fox, has two ways to build the granary in the woods and send thousands of people to defend it." The fat man suddenly opened his mouth.

"Do it in five minutes, destroy the defenders and destroy the food! As long as the food is gone, they can't do it without withdrawing their troops!" Zhang Mu said with a smile.

"Good! It's up to me." The fat man patted his chest hard.

"A Mu, Da Ben, A Wound, once the fat man takes action, Sun Quan will definitely send high-speed flying arms back to defense, and the task of intercepting in the middle will be handed over to you."

"Don't worry, I will never let them pass..." I said indifferently.

The main battlefield of Chinatown - "not good...not good!" Zhuge Liang rubbed his palms hard, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn with the passage of time.

Liu Bei said strangely, "Military, what's wrong with you? Why are you so sad?"

"I can't say, but I have a very bad feeling that something is going to happen!"

"The military division is really suspicious all day long... No wonder he has gray hair at a young age." Liu Bei slandered and comforted him, "Military, don't think about it. Nothing will happen. You see, although Chinatown and the Dragon Club are united, they can only draw with us..."

Zhuge Liang waved his hand vigorously: "No, I'm not talking about this, but Longcheng, Wu Jun's side..."

"Wu Jun? With Sun Quan as the commander-in-chief there, what else do you have to worry about? Liu Bei is puzzled.

"Several top commanders in Chinatown are not in the city. If I guess correctly, they should be with the 'Twelve-winged Angels'..."

Liu Bei smiled and said, "The military teacher said, I, mythical injury, A Mu, Huang Quan and others, haha! These people are not bad enough to command the battle of the army. When it comes to individual combat ability, they may not be comparable to the famous generals of the Wu army. They are at the same level as 'Lv Meng'... What if they are with the Twelve Wings? Can you still turn the sky over?"

Zhu Ge Liang ignored him and stared at Zhang Mu on the screen who was fighting against thousands of Wu troops on his own.

"If the mythical injury is with the twelve wings, it should have appeared very early... Why did you leave the twelve wings alone to fight alone? There are few of them. They should know that it is impossible to kill all the Wu army... If you want to win this battle, there is only one way left... Ah! I see!" Zhuge Liang suddenly woke up, quickly connected to Sun Quan, and shouted, "Grainhouse! Granary! They want to sneak up on the granary and force you to withdraw!"

(to be continued)