"Everyone, in three days, our seven major coalition forces will launch a general offensive, and there will be a fierce battle! Once we win, everyone will benefit. If we lose, there will be no good fruits! So we must start a fight.
Come in spirit!”
After the rest was over, the dark-skinned captain, with a thunderous voice, lectured everyone and then led the team to continue patrolling.
Mu Feng followed the team silently and was very inconspicuous. During the patrol, he released the curse, which continued to spread and gradually spread throughout the military camp.
Neither the soldiers on patrol nor the soldiers who had fallen asleep were aware of it.
For three whole days, Mu Feng disguised himself as a soldier and hid in the military camp.
The result made Mu Feng very satisfied. Although it had only been three days, nearly four and a half million soldiers had been quietly infected by the curse through the curse he directly released and the contact with soldiers.
Boom, boom, boom! At this time, loud and fierce drumming sounded all around the mausoleum city.
In the military camp, the soldiers stood up one after another, looked up, and found that the big drums standing on the four walls of the mausoleum had been beaten.
That's a war drum, and once it's sounded, it means the battle is about to begin.
"Let's go! Let's gather outside the city and start sending troops to the Holy City!"
The captain of Mu Feng's team immediately woke up all his men and followed the large army towards the outside of the city in an orderly manner.
Outside the city, there is a vast and endless wasteland, with mountains appearing in the distance.
At this moment, a dense army had gathered in the wasteland outside the city. Above the army, there were dense flying beasts hanging, and there were figures standing on the flying beasts.
In addition to the flying beasts, there are also giant warships, with waves of light shining thousands of feet away, and even neatly arranged chariots on the ground.
Each chariot is dozens of feet high. On the surface of the chariot, ferocious long thorns are pulled out of the air, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Whether they were soldiers, chariots, flying beasts, or warships, they were all neatly arranged on the wasteland at this moment, looking feverishly at the eight tall figures hanging in the sky in front of them.
These eight figures are just hanging in the front, but the pressure and momentum they exude give people a heavy and terrifying feeling.
Mu Feng mingled among the thousands of troops, looked up at the eight imposing figures, and recognized three of them.
These three people were Zang Dao, Feng Dian and Fu Sha who escorted the grain and grass to Lingcheng three days ago. Although he had never seen the other five people, he could guess that they should be the other five eight commanders of the seven coalition forces.
Emperor Wu.
During this period, Mu Feng also investigated these five people, namely Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Liu Jiaqi, Wan Zong and Jiang Jian.
Among the eight commanders, Zhao Lu is the leader, because Zhao Lu is the strongest among the eight. It is said that he has reached the peak of the eighth-level Martial Emperor and is not far away from the ninth-level Martial Emperor.
Mu Feng's eyes finally fell on an elegant man who was the leader of the eight people. It was obvious from his position that this man was standing a little in front of the middle, and the other seven people all looked at him more or less.
With a hint of awe.
Obviously, this elegant middle-aged scribe is Zhao Lu, the strongest among the eight.
The eight powerful men were very patient and waited silently in mid-air. It was not until all the troops in the mausoleum city gathered outside the city that the leader, Zhao Lu, slowly spoke.
"Everyone! You must have heard that the most important food and grass transported to Lingcheng from various places had a problem and was destroyed on the way! And we don't have much food and grass left, only four days left.
!”
Zhao Lu's voice was loud and full of discipline, and the soldiers present couldn't help but become excited after hearing his voice.
"So, not much food and grass means that there is not much time left for us, so we must break all the cauldrons and break the sacred city within these four days! Look..." As he said that, Zhao Lu pointed towards the back with his right hand.
In the distance where he pointed, one could vaguely see the outline of a huge city.
"That is the Holy City, the core of the Holy Dynasty! There are countless wealth, women and resources there! As long as you conquer that city, I will give you ten days to do whatever you want and let you enjoy absolute freedom.
free!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an immediate commotion in the army.
The Seven Allied Forces, under the rule of eight commanders, have always maintained strict military discipline. They never massacre a city when they conquer it, and do not allow looting. This has already frustrated the soldiers.
Now Zhao Lu promises them that if they break through the Holy City, they will be allowed to move freely. This is undoubtedly exciting news for them.
"But..." Zhao Lu suddenly changed the subject, attracting the attention of everyone present: "If you fail, then don't come back, just commit suicide! And your family members will also be implicated in the Nine Clans!"
For a moment, everyone in the army was shocked, with a look of fear on their faces.
Among these soldiers, there are many who dare to die, but they all have weaknesses, and their weaknesses are naturally their relatives.
Now that Zhao Lu will be blamed for the defeat and his family is also responsible for it, everyone in the army is naturally frightened, and their eyes become more determined.
They knew that in this battle, they had to win and not lose! Mu Feng, who was mixed in the army, also clearly felt the changes in the eyes of the soldiers around him, and felt a chill in his heart. He secretly thought that Zhao Lu really knows how to lead an army, and he can use both kindness and power.
Incisively and vividly.
In this way, this million-strong army will probably fight bravely, and it is possible to exert 200% of its combat power.
"So, are you willing to shed your blood for this battle and help us win this battle?"
Zhao Lu's voice became passionate, loud and magnificent.
"willing!"
"willing!"
"..." The cries of the soldiers were like a wave, one wave overpowering the other, resounding like an overwhelming force throughout the wasteland and into the sky.
"Okay! Then follow me and charge! Go kill as much as you want, wield your weapons as much as you want, kill the enemy and make great achievements, and create immortal achievements!"
Zhao Lu shouted loudly and waved his hand in the direction of the sacred city in the distance. Suddenly, chariots on the ground rumbled into action, flying beasts in the sky, warships skimmed, and millions of troops rushed quickly.
Boom, boom, boom! The momentum of the million-strong army was so huge that everything it passed was like a terrifying earthquake, and it set off waves of terrifying yellow sand and dust.
Mu Feng was mixed among the troops, and his heart sank when he saw the power of this million-strong army.
This million-strong division is terrifying. Can the Holy City really be able to withstand it?
Although he placed a curse, only half of the soldiers were affected by the attack, and there were still five to six million soldiers who were not affected. This is also a terrifying combat power that cannot be ignored.
"I hope Lord Chief Assistant can hold on!"
Mu Feng muttered to himself worriedly.
Of course, while he was muttering to himself, he was not idle either. He was still casting curses, letting the curses spread around and continue to spread.
He hoped to infect as many soldiers as possible in the process to increase the Holy Dynasty's winning rate.
However, the speed of the curse's contamination is somewhat unsatisfactory. I'm afraid that by the time the seven coalition forces attack the Holy City, the curse will only infect tens of thousands of people at most.
But Mu Feng is not in a hurry. He knows that as long as the Holy City can be defended and the time is delayed long enough, the curse will eventually cover all the millions of soldiers.
And when that time comes, the lives of these millions of teachers will be in his hands.
Thinking of this, Mu Feng quietly passed the news to Cang Hongshen.