Boo hoo hoo——

Countless rockets fell from the sky.

This is a special arrow designed to deal with barbarians. The arrowhead is extremely sharp, has a blood groove, and the arrow shaft is extremely tough. Even the barbarians cannot break it immediately.

But today, these arrows were wrapped in kerosene and lit. The purpose was not to shoot the barbarian soldiers, but for the kerosene hidden under their feet... under the weeds!

The fire broke out in a matter of seconds and quickly spread throughout the canyon.

What followed closely was the screams of the barbarians.

By this time, the entire barbarian army had fallen into complete chaos.

Facing the threat of life and death, the barbarian kings of various tribes have lost restraint on their warriors, and even themselves have become like headless flies, looking for a way out in the chaos.

Some people ran towards the entrances and exits on both sides, either using knives or bare hands, hoping to cut through the rocks blocking the road.

For those who climb the mountain walls on both sides, as long as they can climb to the top of the mountain and kill those despicable human beings, their crisis can also be solved.

"Emperor, leave quickly!"

King Tarba shouted while waving his sword to block the arrows for the old Barbarian King.

Among the six barbarian kings, he was the only one who was single-handedly supported by the old barbarian emperor.

Now trapped in a dead end, this barbarian with only muscles in his mind, the first thing he thought of was not to escape, but to protect the old barbarian emperor.

The other four kings who came together this time had left the old Barbarian Emperor behind and ran towards the exit.

Any barbarian soldiers who resisted in front of them were all torn to pieces in one encounter.

"Can't leave."

The old barbarian emperor still raised his head and widened his eyes: "Whether Shen Tiannan is dead or not, the strategy he left behind will not let us escape alive. Unless the great god shows up, we will never escape."

"Hurry up! Dig out all the soil around here, dig it all out!"

King Tarba shouted at his entourage and turned around: "Emperor, what did you just say?"

"I said……"

The old Barbarian Emperor withdrew his gaze, looked at the anxious-looking Tarba King in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "Taba, if you can't return to the grassland this time, I hope you can become a qualified Barbarian Emperor."

"Emperor, don't say such things."

King Tarba thrust his knife into the ground and used his strength to fly away a large piece of soil full of fire oil. "As long as the fire does not burn here, the emperor will not die."

"hehe……"

The old barbarian emperor smiled miserably and looked around.

Just like a celebration on the grassland, the air is filled with the aroma of roasted meat.

The difference is that the cattle and sheep have been replaced by sons and daughters of the clan, and the laughter and laughter have been replaced by mournful wails.

Even if they were lucky enough to not be caught by the flames, the thick black smoke would already make it difficult for them to breathe.

The fire at the entrances and exits on both sides is particularly fierce, and no one has been able to get close to it, let alone clear it.

As for the mountain wall... it is hundreds of feet high and cannot be climbed at all.

It won't be long before the 900,000 sons and daughters of the Saint Clan will be completely buried here.

The old barbarian emperor watched quietly, and everything was pretty much what he thought.

That man will not leave them a way to survive.

Although there are loyal warriors like King Tarba, he can indeed survive to the end.

But so what?

Even if he couldn't get here, after all the other men were burned to death, would he still be able to escape?

When the old barbarian emperor thought of this, he suddenly took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"Shen Tiannan!"

"Barbarian Emperor, Muhan Asule!"

"Please fight!!!"

He didn't know whether Shen Tiannan was really dead or faked.

But at this time, he was very eager that Shen Tiannan was still alive and could come out to fight with him.

For the saints who believe in the Great God, dying on the battlefield is an honor.

If you die without fighting the enemy, you will be laughed at by future generations.

The old barbarian emperor's voice drowned out the wails and spread from the bottom of the valley to the top of the mountain.

Wu Ding secretly glanced at the figure standing in the wind.

The thin old man that Su Ping called the 'King of Understanding'.

"What? Are you worried that I will pity him and jump down to fight with him?"

The old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, I didn't do the damage easily. How could I be so impulsive?"

This thin old man was none other than the head coach of the Chisong Army, Shen Tiannan, who everyone thought had died of illness.

"My subordinates dare not."

Wu Ding said something, but he was still slandering him in his heart.

A few years ago, in order to hone his martial arts, Shen Tiannan often did things like defeating thousands of armies alone.

It's just that the Red Pine Army was surrounded every time, and countless strong bows were pointed at the barbarians to ensure nothing went wrong.

But this time the situation was very different. He had to be afraid of the general's bloody attack.

"The poor old barbarian has been defeated twice in his life. The first defeat made him grow old, and the second defeat made him die."

Shen Tiannan shook his head with regret: "But he has never even seen my face."

It's not that he doesn't want to fight the old barbarian emperor openly.

So what if he is not an opponent?

The true meaning of martial arts is always to defeat the strong with the weak.

It's a pity that he is a strong man in the Six Realms, but he is also the commander of the Chisong Army and Duke Dingguo who is responsible for guarding the northern realm.

Unless all the barbarian soldiers below him were dead, he could take the risk and have a fair showdown with the old barbarian emperor.

"Doesn't this prove that the general's military skills are unparalleled?"

Wu Ding smiled and complimented.

However, at this moment, the surroundings suddenly became darker, and the wind on the mountaintop suddenly became fierce.

Woohoo——

Shen Tiannan's expression changed drastically and he looked up suddenly.

I saw that the sky, which was originally gloomy but without clouds, suddenly had a thin layer of clouds and mist.

And this layer of clouds and mist is rapidly accumulating and thickening at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"This is!!!"

Wu Ding's face was filled with shock and he looked at the sky in disbelief.

This sudden change reminded him of what the general once said to him.

Hot air rises, cold air sinks, cold and hot meet... and turn into rain!

"How can it be?!"

"Is it really going to rain?"

"It hasn't rained around here for more than a month. Why does it rain now?"

"Why? Why is this happening?"

"That young man's statement actually came true..."

The dignified Chisong Army's military advisor was completely at a loss at this moment.

Shen Tiannan looked up at the sky, the red cloak rustling behind him.

This scene, which should have been full of passion, looked extremely desolate and desolate under the cover of clouds.

Shen Tiannan quietly watched the clouds getting thicker and thicker, until the first drop of coldness fell on his cheek, and finally let out a deep sigh.

"God may not bless me in Daqing..."

A face of seventeen or eighteen years old appeared in Shen Tiannan's mind.

He judged that the barbarians were going south, and handed over the formula of chilblain ointment without any heartache, laughing that his plan would definitely fail.

The sneer at that time has turned into a deep sense of helplessness and self-deprecation.

Why don't you believe that boy?
To be continued...