Chapter 872 Victory! The glory of history!

'Boom!'

The sharp sword light mixed with groundbreaking power swept over the heads of countless monsters. In an instant, the siege monsters within hundreds of meters on the right side stopped moving at this moment.

'Crap!'

Thousands of heads landed at the same time!

Blood is like a spring!

Second kill!

A complete second kill!

The ruling of the punishment of angels is extremely fair and will never be for personal gain. Whether you are a first-order skeleton soldier or a 14-level ancient dragon, under the judgment of the super-large ruling sword, you have been cut off your life uniformly.

'Wo!'

Blood flowed into the ground from the smooth sword of judgment, like a lover's tears.

The appearance of punishment angels seems to have greatly shocked these system NPCs without any human emotion. There is a kind of fear and deep fear in their eyes.

"This 'high-level god'... is the one that the Chinese wing hit during the 'sacred revenge'?" Di Valen hit a thrill, stood up from his position with a 'mou' sound, and his hands trembled slightly. Obviously, the strength of the senior general is much stronger than he thought!

"Chinatown... No, no, Yan Huangguo, I'm sure to win this time. That's right, the Chinese wing uses the fourth 'higher generals' among the 'six great generals', 10 million units... This is almost comparable to an elite combat force with a scale of 10,000 people. The speaker was the brain of the 'Dark Holy See', second only to Nekov of Di Valen. He nodded heavily.

"High god general... Where on earth did this thing come from?"

"No... I don't know. What I know is that this time, we really succeeded in the founding of the country..."

"It's more than ferocious! It's so cruel!!"

Except for a few of Zhang Mu's confidants, or the guild boss who pays attention to Zhang Mu, the members are still confused. However, none of this is important. The important thing is that in this defensive battle, the winning rate of Yan Huangguo has been invisibly increased to 80% or even higher.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the twelve-winged angel could be promoted to 'one-star general' at the most critical time. According to the situation, it seems that I don't have to take action... cough... cough..." A seemingly inconspicuous man kept coughing while talking. Later, he grinned slightly and disappeared from the wall of the Yanhuang Kingdom. He is also a member of the Yanhuang Kingdom.

"Since God doesn't kill me, you have to die." Zhang Mu rushed into the enemy group with a smile. This huge punishment angel with two pairs of wings could cause hundreds of thousands of units of damage to the siege arms every second.

The strength of the higher god generals is equivalent to the sum of the strength of the eight, eight-armed generals and the battle puppet map multiplied by three!

"Brothers, our victory has been decided... Let's do the final defense."

After the enemy killed dozens of back and forth, Zhang Mu returned to the dilapidated Yanhuang Kingdom with more than 2 million units of punishment angels. At this time, the number of the lord of Yanhuang had been completely restored.

... The ending of the story does not need any explanation.

The largest defensive battle in history and the first war that broke out on the national war map finally ended two hours later.

"This is a brilliant victory!"

"We won! I won!"

"Winning!!!"

"Winning!!!"

Cheers resound through the sky!

At this time, a round of red rose in the east, and the golden light shone on the land that had just experienced the baptism of war.

At the same time as the red one, there is also a row of bright red fonts in the scrolling - "Historical Records - Hero Calendar 021, Yanhuang Kingdom was officially established, becoming the hero continent, the largest country in the Enlos region..."

Just as millions of Yan and Huang's sons and daughters celebrated the success of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhang Mu quietly quit the game and came out of the game cabin with a pale face.

It's hard to imagine that a few hours of fighting made him look thin.

"Wow, the founding of the People's Republic of China has finally succeeded..." Zhang Mu leaned on the edge of the game cabin, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. At this time, Zhang Mu was really decadent.

"Brother! What are you doing here? Why don't you enter the game? Fatty and others found that Zhang Mu was not in the game and got out of their game cabins one after another.

"I feel my head... a little... dizzy..." Zhang Mu grabbed his head with great effort, his legs softened, and fell directly on the fat man.

"Aa, ah, ah, ah... brother... brother? Hurry up! Ambulance!" The fat man panicked.

Historical Records - In early May 2014, the twelve-winged angel, the first lord of Yanhuang, led to collapse due to excessive fatigue...

Two days later, a sunny afternoon - "Damn, you have to exercise more! How can your body be so weak when you are so young? The mythical wound carried an oversized fruit basket and walked into the intensive care ward care. This was the first sentence he said when he saw Zhang Mu.

"Damn it, why are you here?" At this time, Zhang Mu was sitting in the snow-white disease** and looking at the mythical injury with a smile. After two days of recuperation, Zhang Mu's face had returned to his original ruddyness, and his body had completely recovered. If Deng Jie hadn't been nervous about her husband, Zhang Mu would have been discharged from the hospital that day.

"Haha! The boss is sick. How dare I not come and have a look!" The mythical wound laughed wildly and came over and punched Zhang Mu's chest vigorously, "You boy, don't work so hard next time! What should I do if I break my body and millions of brothers in the Yellow Kingdom?

"Don't worry, I'm in good health." Zhang Mu smiled and bit the apple.

"Are you in good health? People who have been hospitalized even say that they are in good health. Another familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Big book! A Mu! Huangquan! Why are you here?" Zhang Mu looked at several men outside the door, ecstatic, and jumped directly from the illness.

These are all brothers who fight side by side!

"It's not just us, but also a person. You must also want to see him." I put down the condolence gift box, turned around and shouted, "Leave."

"Leaf?! Germans?" Zhang Mu stared at his big eyes and said, "My God, what happened to me in the past two days when I was not online?"

At this time, a man about 28 years old came in with a smile.

The man is about 1.9 meters tall, well-proportioned, eagle hook nose, and eyes.

"Are you German?" Zhang Mu opened his mouth in surprise.

"Yi, I love you very much. I can't live without you." When Loew said this sentence in half-baked Mandarin with affection, Zhang Mu spit out the apple dregs in his mouth.

Boom!

More than a dozen young people in the whole ward all laughed.

"Ha...hahahaha..." Mythical injury fell on the opposite side of the disease with his belly in his arms**, rolling and slapped the hospital bed, "Ha... Hahaha... Idiot Loew... Idiot German fooled! Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha, when I came here, Ah Xiao taught Löw a few words of Chinese and told him that this was used to comfort the patient..." I suppressed his smile and his face turned red.

"Mythical wound, you boy... wait for me!" Zhang Mu said angrily, "Dare to fool me and see how I will deal with you after I leave the hospital!"

On the contrary, Lewski was at a loss and said to his heart, "What's wrong with these Chinese people? It's just condolences to the patients. What's so funny?

(to be continued)