The star falls!

The hidden man laughed wildly, with the blessing of his energy, and fell directly and clearly into the Zhenjiang City.

This is also what they intended.

The 300,000-strong snow dragon cavalry, the city of Xinjiang exists because of that man!

That man is the soul of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, the backbone of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, and the foundation of Zhenjiangcheng!

quiet.

The city of Zhenjiang suddenly became as quiet as stagnant water.

The artillery fire stopped.

The soldiers stopped.

An atmosphere of sorrow and sadness filled the city in an instant.

The soldiers who were still determined to die, with ferocious and fierce faces on their faces were shocked to hear the bad news, and all of them looked as if they were ashamed and as dumb as a wooden chicken.

The panic-killing intent that enveloped the city of Zhenjiang disappeared at this moment.

Chen Dong realized that at his level, the murderous intent condensed by the Rong soldiers was the light in the darkness, extremely dazzling to him.

"Your purpose...has been achieved!"

Chen Dong was full of anger and looked at the hidden people standing in the sky in the distance.

When the military soul is destroyed, the backbone is broken.

The hidden people deliberately urged their energy to convey the news just for the scene that happened in front of them.

Compared with the sadness in the Zhenjiang City, the mighty coalition troops below the city were high in momentum and charged even more violently.

At this moment, the only means of resistance in the city of Zhenjiang.

Only the powerful golden light of the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" controlled by Qin Ye was left, constantly shuttled back and forth between the three corpse mountains and bloody roads.

But losing the desperate delay of the Dragon Cavalry Army, no matter how fierce the powerful golden light was, the bloody road between the three corpse mountains became a little slow and even overwhelmed.

"The master... the master died in battle?"

On the top of the city, a commander swayed, his face full of sadness and sadness.

They had fought bloody battles before, as if an iron tower could not stand, but now... they can no longer hold on!

"The Lord... died in battle!"

"Our master... died in battle, what's the point of us?"

"God, you have no eyes!"

...

There were wailings everywhere on the top of the city.

Chen Dong turned around and looked at the heavy snow dragon cavalrymen in front of him.

They are all elite, the elite among the elite!

Even though he was injured, he could still support him with his blood and fight to the death.

But now, that anger is gone!

The belief that supported them to continue fighting collapsed at this moment!

The sorrow is greater than death. Keep it in front of you, the same is true!

Sorrow, crying in despair.

Some cursed to the sky, some kneeled down to show off, and some were confused...

But without exception, no one cares about the three bloody roads built up!

This scene of waiting for death is a rare feast for the coalition forces of the hundreds of tribes who are rushing to the city below.

The shouts of killing and the laughter rose into the sky.

The earth trembled and the crowds surged.

There was no fierce fighting and no casualties.

For the coalition forces, they had more time and more ways to build a wide avenue leading to the city wall.

Even though... the golden light continues to be harvested and wiped out.

But the situation in the coalition forces has been much better than before.

Pick... Pick...

The sound of armor hitting.

Chen Dong's expression changed slightly. When he looked at it, he saw a commander walking to Chen Dong.

With a thud!

The commander knelt on one knee without warning and said sadly: "Chen Longtou... Please strengthen our military spirit!"

Immediately afterwards, another commander staggered over and knelt on one knee.

"Chen Longtou... Please strengthen our military spirit!"

Without waiting for Chen Dong to speak.

From the commander to the centurion, everyone walked towards Chen Dong.

Their steps were empty. When they learned that Huo Zhenxiao had died in battle, their only belief collapsed, making it difficult for them to support their tired and injured bodies.

But, they didn't stop.

As middle and senior executives, they all know very well what military spirit and belief mean!

On the battlefield, morale is the best, and one move will decline again and then be exhausted.

And for the world's number one army like the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, the military soul will is the only one!

With the will of military spirit, even if the last person is fighting, he can still boost his morale and continue to fight to the death.

This is a purer and sacred existence than morale!

As middle and senior officials in the army, the only difference between them and those wailing soldiers is that they have a bit of rationality and can drive them to find a military spirit that can support the remaining heavy snow dragon cavalry for a short time!

And Chen Dong... is the only candidate!

The head of the Chen family, the leader of the army, dazzling record, terrifying combat power...

Plop!

"Chen Longtou, please strengthen our military spirit!"

Plop!

"Chen Longtou, please strengthen our military spirit!"

Plop!

"Chen Longtou, please strengthen our military spirit!"

...

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one

Voices echoed in Chen Dong's ears.

Chen Dong looked at Rong Wu, who was like a walking corpse in front of him. The begging sounds were like heavy hammers hitting his heart, making his heart beat faster and his blood gradually boiling.

It’s not that he is not sad, on the contrary, Huo Zhenxiao’s death is far more sad than anyone else.

That's his senior brother!

He was also the protector of his former encounter with the Heavenly Killing Bureau, and he was also his beacon for the beacon at a certain period of time!

But now, it is the meaning of his coming to the Xinjiang city!

He is not here to be a spectator.

But a soldier who defends his country and protects the mountains and rivers!

The responsibility of this city is that Huo Zhenxiao has just picked up the mountains and rivers behind the city, and now... it is his turn!

As Rong Wu knelt in front of Chen Dong, the heavy snow dragon cavalrymen in the distance finally noticed the situation here.

The pair of expectant eyes, like a dying man in the dark, grabbed the last life-saving straw.

Chen Dong's eyes were red and his lips were silenced.

Under the sound of begging.

He was about to speak.

A sudden change occurred.

"I'm not dead yet!"
To be continued...