After Su Changfeng sank Bruce's battleship with a single blow, the battle at the scene did not end, but entered a fever pitch.
After all, the four major armies of the Xueyang Mercenary Group came this time with 100,000 people. However, the Tianshu camp in the north led by Po Jun only had 2,000 people.
Even if the individual combat strength between the two sides is very different, it is still difficult to end the battle within a period of time.
However, it is only a matter of time before the Xueyang mercenary group is eliminated.
At this time, the sergeants of Tianshu Camp were all red-eyed, with uncontrollable excitement in their eyes.
It’s been a long time since I had such a fun battle!
As the leader of the Tianshu camp, Po Jun took the lead at this time. With a blue dragon thorn, he rushed into the enemy group, just like chopping melons and vegetables, and killed dozens of people in an instant!
"Enjoyed! Enjoyed!"
Po Jun was covered in blood and shouted several times in excitement. The blood on his body was naturally the blood of his enemies.
"Brothers, let us kill each other today!"
"After today, there will be no more Xueyang mercenary group in the world!"
The sound of Po Jun sounded like thunder over this sea area.
Two thousand soldiers from the Tianshu camp shouted in unison, making a sound that shook the heavens and the earth.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
For Tianshu Camp, this is an excellent opportunity for actual combat.
Moreover, the blood of the soldiers of the Northern Territory was stained on the hands of the Xueyang Mercenary Group. How could the soldiers of the Tianshu Camp not fight hard to kill the enemy!
Facing such a terrifying Tianshu Camp, the guys from the Xueyang Mercenary Group couldn't bear it anymore.
Moreover, their leader and the four commanders of the corps had all gone to see the King of Hell, and they had lost the courage to continue fighting.
The Xueyang Mercenary Group began to waver in morale. Many ships chose to retreat quickly.
However, how could the sergeants of Tianshu Camp give them a chance...
Two hours later.
The sea area with a radius of fifty miles was almost stained red with blood.
The blood-colored sea surface exudes a dazzling and eye-catching bright red under the sun.
On the sea, the corpses of mercenaries were floating everywhere.
The 100,000-strong Xueyang mercenary group was killed by Tianshu Camp within two hours!
Northern battleship, on deck.
Su Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his aura fully activated. With this aura alone, no one dared to doubt his identity as the God of War.
In front of him were two thousand Tianshu camp soldiers.
At this time, their bodies were covered in blood, but their eyes still showed the excitement of killing the enemy. Although some people were injured, most of them were minor injuries and were nothing to worry about.
"Reporting to the God of War, the 100,000-strong Xueyang mercenary group has been completely annihilated by our Tianshu camp!" Po Jun stepped forward, half-knelt on the ground, and said loudly.
Su Changfeng nodded: "Okay!"
"As expected of my northern man, you fought well in this battle and killed me happily!"
"I, Su Changfeng, am proud of you, proud of you!"
Two thousand soldiers from the Tianshu camp roared in unison: "Long live the Canglong God of War!"
"Long live the Azure Dragon God of War!"
And just then.
A sergeant, holding a satellite encrypted phone, ran over quickly.
"God of War, Commander of the Eastern War Zone, I have a call for you."
Su Changfeng took the satellite phone and asked, "Gong Teng, what's wrong?"
Before, it was Su Changfeng who gave the order to Gong Teng to deliberately let in the fleet of the Xueyang Mercenary Group, and told him not to stop it.
That's why Gong Teng kept holding back.
Gong Teng said: "Brother, how are you doing over there? Those grandsons have been almost wiped out, right?"
Naturally, Gong Teng would not doubt the combat power of Tianshu Camp.
